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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
This is the north part of Yonker
Their home A whole world all to itself You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here It might as well be 3,000 miles away Over there, that's Alexander Street Precinct The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood It was around 1997 L-O-X was the sound of the street (*short clip of a song by the Lox*) Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then Was the time then Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield For the heavyweight title Tyson was that nigga, word up Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot To watch the fight on pay-per-view That's Gettys Square That's where everything went down at I'll talk to y'all about that later Over there That's the hill That's where we got rated at Cops battling A little red house 59, Chestnut Street, second floor That's the lookout store Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot All you would here is... |
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
Oh yeah, S.P. the Ghost, I'm back
Y'all know how I do You don't want no problems with me (Ladies!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin' bad happen, ya know? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Yeah, I wanna know who got a problem with me I ain't got a model with me, good lookin' hood chick That'll hit you with a bottle for me A couple homies from the hood that know how I do When I move they goin' follow me Yeah, you from D-Block right? Ruff Rydin all night, you outta see my lights Watch the 'gnac get chased by the champagne Mary jane blowin', livin' life in the fast lane Gotta stay fresh, cause I live by my last name, Styles And they ain't make 'em like me in a while Black tie affair, them Airs is crocodile So whoever want a problem I still can stomp you out [Chorus: x2] Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Is it the nigga over there? Yeah look look Neo on the beat, glock in my murder hand Back seat Pakistan, I can just kill a man It's gettin' warm, they home for the summer And left the winter clothes in the dorm I don't want a problem, it's too much flesh out They want me to cock back and blow their chest out See me in the yard with a Newport, stressed out It's too damn hot to walk around here vest out Feel me dog, make money or make a hit Other than that, can't think of shit My son gettin' bigger, it's like every week this lil' nigga His clothes or his Jordan's don't fit, who want a problem? [Chorus] Hey! I'm comin' the 4th quarter So I'ma just give you the summer to tread water Way they wrote it down in the paper it said slaughter Found him in the tub with nothin' but red water But anyway, back on track Honey in the black on black, ass all fat What up ma? You feel like winnin', feel like spinnin'? Lil' Jimmy Chu footwear, antique denim Shh, you do the math to that, six months For these Louis and these jeans is a half a stack What more could you ask than that? Whoever got a problem get all of the desert and half the mac [Chorus] Talk to me! |
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| from Styles P - The Ghost Dub-Dime Mixtape (2010) | |||||
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[Styles] The Ghost, Desert Storm {New, Styles P!} DJ Envy, feel me nigga, fuck with us nigga Whattup? {C'mon man!} If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it (uh-uh) Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps (lose 'em) Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats {Yeah!} With some Brooklyn bitches that'll boost for weeks (boost) So you know I stay fresh for days (fresssh) Tote the gun in your mouth, 'til your death is just a breath away You alone like "The Castaway" Listen dawg, if you ain't pass a dude then you pass away (that's it) They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here? You ain't seen me comin? Told your man that the coast was clear (it ain't clear) Now I'm tearin off both your ears (both) Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear Y'all "Scarface" niggaz, Sosa here (boss) So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here (crazy) They ain't tell you that I +Ryde or Die+? Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive Shit, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo (whattup) I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow (shit) I don't play too much, I weigh too much And when it comes to the drugs, I wait too much And I don't say too much, I spray too much Step over the dead body then I blaze the dutch What? {What!} My niggaz {Envy!} [Chorus: Styles] You know what? I'm takin over the game cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt You know why? Cause I feel I could, I +Ryde or Die+ and everyday I'm so high You know where? Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there You know when? I ain't tellin you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym [Styles] {Desert Storm!} I buy back haze just to get me weeded One cornball nigga just to get me heated (one) Listen nigga I am not playin (uh-uh) He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow and he gon' see the shots sprayin Wrong end of the barrel (wrong end) Too bad but, I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas Carol (ding dong) If I run out of bullets The Ghost is a Sage', and I don't ever miss with arrows Got a old, old soul; I miss the pharaohs I am too deep for you, street for you (deep) Wanna fuck with S.P. I'll bring the heat to you (bring it) Five niggaz holdin tec's on a creek for you Make the whole family weep for you Too bad that, they was too sad but you was a scumbag (scumbag) What.. and that's why you fuckin with dickheads If they drive through the block I'm turnin the whip red {C'mon!} Y'all better keep shiftin ahead 'Fore I take your nose off, put your lips in the head And all the fiends call me the pusher But if you see my knife work then you call me the butcher And it ain't no meat I cut I'm S.P. listen dawg, I run every street I touch And you oughta come fuck with the Ghost (c'mon) I got butter open your mouth, see if you could fuck with the toast [Chorus] - 2X {Envy ad libs shoutouts to Ruff Ryders} [DJ Envy] It's the People Choice, DJ Envy Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1 |
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from Tribute To The Notorious B.I.G [tribute] (1997)
Mmm... can't believe we doin' this record) We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your friends Everybody stay strong, the good die young Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused Never know what we have til what we have we lose Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel Hip hop itself is at a pit stop itself Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth Genius at his work Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big go Big Everybody wanted to know Big Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz Ask anybody, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where he took rap Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that He never had a warning, One More Chance was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better be the truth Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth Lyrically there'll never be no one above you And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you Chorus Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt) It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Mafia and Big Poppa Nearly broke down four times writin this verse Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite The only time you see your family is funeral night Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down I guess you with the real king in New York now For real We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa... (We'll always love you Big |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *vocals get louder* We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your friends Everybody stay strong, the good die young Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused Never know what we have til what we have we lose Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth Genius at his work Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big *go Big* Everybody wanted to know Big Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz Ask anybody, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 8X* Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where he took rap Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that He never had a warning, One More Chance was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better be the truth Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth Lyrically there'll never be no one above you And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 4X* Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt) It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa Nearly broke down four times writin this verse Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite The only time you see your family is funeral night Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down I guess you with the real king in New York now For real We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 6X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa *repeat 2X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa... (We'll always love you Big) |
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Master Of Ceremonies (2011) | |||||
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from Mariah Carey 9집 - The Emancipation Of Mimi (2005)
Verse 1ohh...sweet love yeah [yeah]
I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t love you so I should have held on tight I never should have let you go I didn’t know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish I was lying to myself I couldn’t have fathomed I would ever be without your love Never imagined I’d be sitting Here beside myself Guess I didn’t know you Guess I didn’t know me But I thought I knew everything I never felt Pre-Chorus 1 The feeling that I’m feeling Now that I don’t hear your voice Or have your touch and kiss your lips Cause I don’t have a choice Oh what I wouldn’t give To have you lying by my side Right here cause baby Chorus 1 When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together Verse 2 I can’t sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack’s on the radio Singing to me “If You Think You’re Lonely Now” Wait a minute this is too deep [too deep] I gotta change the station So I turn the dial tryin’ to catch a break And then I hear Babyface “I Only Think Of You” and it’s breakin’ my heart I’m tryin’ to keep it together but I’m falling apart Pre-Chorus 2 I’m feeling all out of my element Throwing things, crying tryin’ To figure out where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain’t even half of what I’m feeling inside I need you, need you back in my life baby Chorus 2 When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together baby Outro When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together |
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from Mariah Carey - Bye Bye [single] (2008)
When you left I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back baby please Cause we belong together Show your respect Whenever you hear me or see me This is the emancipation of Mimi Hot like a real fever the real diva So successful yet still so eager No matter what they say it's on for ever It's our time right now more than ever Til the death we gon get it on together And MC you know we belong together Come on I lost a part of me When you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please 'Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together I only think of you On two occasions That's day and night I'd go for broke If I could be wit you Only you can make it right Make it right make it right We belong together Like the sun in the summertime Bounce in a lemon range Skip in a Hummer lime P and Kiss in and out Mariah on the other line Baby I'ma come back Believe it'll come a time We belong together Like peanut butter and jelly Februaries and skellies After parties and tellies Feelin you in my stomach Like you a part of my belly Baby I'ma come back With every part of you ready I lost a part of me when you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together I can't sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack's on the radio Singin to me If you think you're lonely now Wait until tonight Boy I'm feeling all out of my element I'm throwing things cryin Tryin' to figure out Where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside I need you need you back in my life Baby Let's go You gonn need a shoulder to cry on Classic Mustang Cobra to ride on Past is the past Just let it be bygones Matter of fact I know a fly song That we could vibe on Let's get it straight If it's the 6 or the quarter to eight Then I'm thowin Babyface or Shai on Yeah and Kiss ghost and MC Get close and toast to the diva and MC's The trees will blow Big cups Pino Grigio Take it easy yo We belong together we know that Now I think that it's about time we show that Even though every moment won't be a Kodak Sometimes we argue I spazz out grab my bozak Come back not cause I have to I want to No I don't just wanna have you I want you I lost a part of me When you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together |
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| from Styles P - Master Of Ceremonies (2011) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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| from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol. 1 (Explicit Ver.) (2003) | |||||
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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| from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998) | |||||
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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| from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998) | |||||
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| from Ghostface Killah, Styles P - The Mecca (Inspired By The Film "The Forty-Year-Old Version") [digital single] (2020) | |||||
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
So what's L-O-X about? Livon Off Experience The LOX man Word up We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience And we just do it and we do it for real |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
[Jadakiss]
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo This is real life this ain't no TV show Word up- backed out With the macs out 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot Couple of bombs Remote for the alarms Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s Me and Styles wasn't blunted Must be your point to deal with money Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny I hopped in one son hopped in the other Word to mother both trucks burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not [Styles] Synchronize your watch feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips Money is paper and the banks built bricks All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit Cuz I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo [Jadakiss] Then I yell yo back You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!" We ain't come this far for this shit to happen Damn, nigga better get the Captain Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain Heard a few more but by then they attacked him Area surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room I pull the pin |
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| from Fabolous, Street Family - Loso'S Way Rise To Power (2007) | |||||
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo This is real life this ain't no TV show Word up- backed out With the macs out 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot Couple of bombs Remote for the alarms Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s Me and Styles wasn't blunted Must be your point to deal with money Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny I hopped in one son hopped in the other Word to mother both trucks burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not Synchronize your watch feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips Money is paper and the banks built bricks All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit Cuz I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo Then I yell yo back You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!" We ain't come this far for this shit to happen Damn, nigga better get the Captain Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain Heard a few more but by then they attacked him Area surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room I pull the pin |
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| from Styles P - The Ghost Dub-Dime Mixtape (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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| from Styles P - The Ghost Dub-Dime Mixtape (2010) | |||||
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:] Time I testify, listen Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? I'm yellow but I'm dark for real And why nobody flip when Martin was killed? Why Mandela did all them years All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears? And I can name thousands more that died in the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door" Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity" Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me Guess they wanna see me park it Lookin at my gun, they wanna see me spark it But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton Yeah~! [Chorus:] [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality {"Testify!"} [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality [Talib Kweli:] Yeah, yo, yo We never stop like the news watch Still tryin to fill the void of Biggie and Tupac We on them avenues with the red and the blue tops Dudes hot to shoot cops from the rooftops Too many snitch niggaz TESTIFY Warrior kings sent to the bing and left to die Girls confuse sex with love so they extra dry And got birth control stuck to they necks and thigh Whoa, it ain't a game, they want the blacks all killed off Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk What's ill is y'all niggaz still caught up in them battle raps There's beef in the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs Monkey on your back livin like a junkie Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free From freedom fighters to Askari X to Pimp C [Chorus] [Talib Kweli:] Yeah... kids slip in the clip and aim for the fortune cause the fame ain't shit to gain They get stuck on whips and chains, so freedom slip they brain And psychologically that shit's insane Now that's crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's (C'mon) Disco shit, nigga cock the toast Hi-Tek on the track and we rock with the Ghost [Styles P:] Damn right I make gangster music But I still spit poetry like Langston Hughes did Pressures of the ghetto might make you lose it Grab AK's and go and make the news kid Might lose control, but not my soul Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold Sell for the black man, to buy me control P, Tek and Kweli, the shit come from the soul y'know? [Chorus] [scatting to the end] |
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| from Tempman - Shooting Star 4 (2009) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Master Of Ceremonies (2011) | |||||
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from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
(feat. Ghostface Killah)
[Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)] Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground? (Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH! [Styles P:] From a hood where niggaz is miserable Either gon' dead you or leave you in critical Niggaz talkin money then show me the visual And then stand right there and get plucked like a chicken feather Stickin up the stick-up kids, nigga I'm sick as ever The gun is my bitch, and I bet you we stick together Stuck like two dogs fuckin You must be ready to die, fuckin with me like, you want somethin Ring your bell and I have you like "Who call? " Smack you with a bat like Pujols, bottom of the ninth You don't wanna see me at the bottom of the pint Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a problem for the night Problem for your life, leg or arm missin I can step it up, have you doubt or your mom missin S.P. the Ghost and I'm trom' hittin Arm kickin anytime I'm spittin nigga just like a bomb hittin [Chorus: Styles P (Ghostface)] Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah) Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (for they plate nigga) You know I go hard for the cake When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state (nigga what) I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate (food gettin ate, gettin ate) Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (robbed for they plate motherfucker) You know I go hard for the cake (it's the Twin Ghost Experience!) When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state I'm the star [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, yo, yo I'm a tell you how we do on the Island Squeeze your girl ass, now what, knock your punk ass off balance You can't come through Mickey D's, no burger no cheese Find your head missin, do you still want the #3? +Big Mac+, large order of 9's, no shake, we got shells Pissin on y'all bitches like R. Kell's And more or less staple your balls together And light you in kerosene, melt your whole face in your sweater You see the rubber gloves, thugs Nervous doctors play in the E.R., still wind up pullin the plug Cause it's a Twin Ghost Experience, flesh and spirit We bang, even the dead listen to deadly lyrics Make Big turn in his grave, even 'Pac can hear it Cochran, on Dirt's death, yo they tryin to appeal it But fuck that, all we want is the crack, the cash in bags Come through heavy, you might get yapped; motherfucker! [Chorus] [Styles P:] A lot of niggaz hoped I would die young Pitched in the hood hard, want me to Cy Young Real sharp words, guess I got me a fly tongue Always get high cause I feel high-strung I don't buy jewels, I buy haze and I buy guns Or they "hear me now" like the dude from Verizon Look at my eyes son, you won't see the next horizon Kickin that typical rap, despicable rap Or to get a hawk in your face, clip in your back Guess who, still keep the thing in the sweatsuit Hot blood leakin out your face is the best soup Food in the kitchen nigga, shit in the restroom Wreck when it's wreck time, S.P. the Ghost is five star Orders to the death when I rep mine King and the queen die, just like chess time If I don't kill you now I'll catch yo' ass next time [Chorus] |
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| from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998) | |||||
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Master Of Ceremonies (2011) | |||||
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| from Sheek Louch - Silverback Gorilla (2008) | |||||
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| from Styles P - The Ghost Dub-Dime Mixtape (2010) | |||||
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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(feat. Styles P)
Yeah, what up? New York City, what up? This your boy, to the Dash S.P., Double R Hell and Back Styles straight out the penn [Styles P] You don't like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case, I'ma fight my shit I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit I'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers Stick up kid took the game over Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks I'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yet You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me I got major plans, you get in the way And your throat is the place where my banger lands You don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle me You don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteries And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death You about to die loser This is Holiday and Dash-On We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on [Chorus: Drag-On & Styles x2] You don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta Or get stabbed with this motherfuckin banger Tell 'em P You don't like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case I'ma fight my shit This for the streets [Drag-On] Nigga don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrow If you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jar You bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mine I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine I'll have yall niggaz missin your moms Then let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her arms And ain't nothin for me to twist ya wig All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G Then come back and level the city I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty My vest weigh fifteen, bannana hold sixty So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back Drag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest [Chorus] [Styles P] It's like a kodak moment come capture this How I motherfuckin fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemis Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I'll mash ya shit Yall niggaz like potatoes to me And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me And I ain't got a problem wit a problem Fuck 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin [Drag-On] Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast I'm a lot older plus a lot more violent Tip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silent My niggaz pop off off imposts Murder ya kinfolks and we ain't even fuckin start wildin So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga Cause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga [Chorus] |
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
(feat. Gerald Levert)
[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) This shit is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart) Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well) I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real) So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill So should I say hallelujah? Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green Or the root of all evil like your father schooled you? They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth That's why I live in a cage nigga Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin When a crook get a book with a happy endin Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time Nine milli' have you close to dyin But it's senseless, when I can let loose And just spit a sentence of some absurd shit Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs] This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been, this is for real [Styles P:] Die fo' what you believe in Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?} Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me And I hit you with some shit that make your life fucked up Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy If God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P] Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that Everybody dinner - this the house of pain Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite Shit is all love, same time it's real too Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block Scott Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert:] No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO! You ain't been where I been, no no! No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P:] Get high |
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let's go (Swizz, man) Styles P (Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow! [Verse 1 - Cassidy] Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age You been afraid, you sweet like homemade Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze You could make the newspaper, get ya own page And make the news too, you know how my dudes do We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon) I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga [Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz) POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) [Verse 2 - Styles P.] Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit Organs on the floor of the van Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas So they won't find you, or your Jordans again Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call If you don't have my money, in 24 hours Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen I got a roll for you to play... stand here And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Cassidy] Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind Shit my whole clique commit crimes Did time, been on the strip and grip nines But I swear to you motherfuckas I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that's gutter I came for war, you know what them thangs is for Slug make ya blood stain the floor It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li So don't test me, or the boy S.P Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee You don't impress me, STOP that cannon Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon |
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| from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009) | |||||
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five, Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus, I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust, But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain, So I'm hopeless, Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry, I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me, What should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family, What else could I do? But be a thug, Out slangin' with the homies, Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs, Got my mind on danger, Never been a stranger to homicide, My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys, Why do we die at an early age? He was so young, But still a victim of the 12 gauge, My memories of a corpse, Mind full of sick thoughts, IIIIIIIIIII And I ain't goin' back to court, So fuck what you thought, I'm drinkin' hennessey, runnin from my enemies, Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain. (Chorus) Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain [Big Stretch:] Years and years of that rough life, Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife, Livin' trife on the regular, Buckin' out competitors, See them take a move and check em down like a fuckin' predator, Get in trouble everyday in school, Act a fool, And you know I had to break every rule, Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep', So I had to watch my back when it was time to step, But my grimiest grimeys with love for me, Pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me, Aiiyo currency kept passin' me by, But I didn't cry, Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke, And now the money's lookin' lovely, Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rob me, Kick 'em the game, It's all the same, I kick it back yo, Give 'em slack yo, And now they label me the mack yo, People check it, Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, You heard man, Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand, Damn! At least I'm realistic, with my biscuit, You know you get your ass twisted, So run for cover, Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust, So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust, A lot of pressure with the street fame, It's a deep game, And my mama always cryin', Yo there's so much pain, (Chorus) Ohhhh... Ohhhh... [Tupac:] They got me mobbin' like I'm, Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on, I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on, I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me, Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me, Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion, Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin', I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high, On the lookout for my enemies, Don't wanna die, Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major, A buck-fifty across the face with my razor, What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone, Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong, These sorry bastards, Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see, And everyday it's just a struggle, Steady thuggin' on the streets, And I'll be ballin' loc, Don't let 'em make you worry, Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried, I was born to raise hell, A nigga from the gutta, Word to mutha I'm tough, I'm kickin dust up, Ready to bust, I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean, Until they kill me, I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me, There's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain |
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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| from Styles P - The Ghost Dub-Dime Mixtape (2010) | |||||
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| from Tempman - Shooting Star 4 (2009) | |||||
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
* Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant Happy to be present Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe You can mess around with guns but death ain't right Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them Been experts and done less work than them With no album, we net worth more than them These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers You got some fly shit, but my shit Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch Loud tracks I'm the quiet loud ass Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malace Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black * Repeat Who's not to be fucked with? That's me Who's to be fucked with? That's them Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? And if they want beef later on I splash them And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them Should I give it to them new style or old fashion Do I have to break down the walls Stay off the floor I'm the general dog, I start the war Make every m.c. never spit again When I leave 'em empty No guts, no chest, no brain, no game Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train I feel no pain Steal cocain Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician With an anecdote that can stop my colission Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in What's the next issue? Sheek did official Called Spielberg, cops get tissue So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you Next question is where nasa at? We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad When we down on the craps We plasmic gats Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes * Repeat(x2) |
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| from Saigon - The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2: Bread and Circuses (2012) | |||||
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Lil Kim)
See I believe in money, power, and respect. First You get the money. Then you get the muthafuckin, power. After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (Sheek Louchion) Ayo my whole clique bout it, bout it. We take yours while you pout about it. Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it. You could see me on optimum TV. Go in your bathroom turn the light out. Scream! Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3. Sheek ain't your usual friend. About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end. I'm done wit' ice and charms. I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone. Pull up wit' class on the don'. Once I meet em' I greet em'. Kiss his feet for freedom. Tell em' thank you lord. Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored. Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek. So I can make this album. And get back the cats that's weak. Two thirty, six two. Me bust for you that's like a cat vs. a pitbull. Gun, know clip full, keep hunger. And plan for the future, cuz you figure you gon' be older way longer than you gon' be younger. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. It's the key to life. (Styles) Only time could tell how the clock ticks. I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage. Two personalities check the posture. Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils. You think of death but the life seem scary. I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'. Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds. Twenty five thousand a piece. Fuck streets! Tryin' to own the island. Forget about wilin'. Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'. If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'. Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English. Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' em rich. Come back. Private jet live on set. If you could shit gold like you split the decks. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (Jada Kiss) Yo nutin' but the hotness. Whenever we drop this. Monotonous for ya'll to keep hatin', cuz ya'll never gon' stop us. I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless. Take time try to figure out who da Lox is. Fear no one. Kick rhymes like Shoguns. You scared to blow one. Get robbed wit' your own gun. If I don't respect you I'm ah check you. And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you, right before I wet' chu. I sneeze on tracks an' bless you. I'm special. And if you like workin' out, then I'm gon' stretch you. Husslin' is dead but we still get red. Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread. And ya'll said my monies spent. But it's in the Bent'. So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent. For my story, self-explanatory that I'm the hottest thing on the street. An' yall ain't got nutin' for me (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (DMX) Arf, arf. This is a beat that I can freak to just drop the reals. Plus a nigga wit' the ill. Ya'll niggas know my skills. Ass from the grills get em' up, split em' up, wet em' up. And watch em' come get em' up, Set em' up. When you do dirt, you get dirt. Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt. Step back like I did worse. This ain't no fucking game. You think I'm playin, till you layin. To where? The junkyard decayin'. Mom's at home prayin' that chu comin' home. But chu not, cuz you sittin up in the trunk startin to rot. And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby. It's goin' down baby. Git the full pound baby. And let off up in a nigga, especially if he think he bigga' than my muthafuckin' trigga'. Did I? Can I get my? Is it gone? DMX represent for one time. It's on. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. |
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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| from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998) | |||||
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from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
[Intro: Styles P]
Ohh man, I mean I gotta do somethin for the ladies, right? It's that kind of beat right here Poobs I feel it, let's go [Styles P:] Yeah, you told your man look at her Then he was like, "Damn look at her" Knee boots, mink shirt, top made of fur And now you like, "I wonder where she work" She on the dance floor, you like the twist and the jerk She sweeter than Ms. Butterworth And now you like, "Ma, who you? Got 'em sick like the flu how you dipped in Lou" She remind you of your first .22 She real small with a lot of bang You give her a ring cause you and her gotta hang She swear to God that, you and her got a thing [Chorus: Styles P] It be like, "Damn look at her" Nice face, nice waist - damn look at her It be like, "Damn look at her" Nice hips, nice lips - damn look at her It be like, "Damn look at her" Nice eyes, nice size - damn look at her It be like, "Damn look at her" Nice walk, nice talk - damn look at her [Styles P:] She look good in her gym clothes in fact With a little Air Max with the pins in the wrap All her friends are tens or similar to that Got a walk for the runway; talk that can fund-raise With a smile that look brighter than the sun ray And she's a real classy chick You know the type that you probably see a athlete with A rapper, actor, or a activist Or a C.E.O. dude that had to be rich Or a drug dealin kingpin that have them bricks You like, "Damn if I could have them hips, or I could have them lips" You look at her, and imagine this [Chorus] [Styles P:] Yeah, you was like, "Damn look at her" She remind you of a car, it's probably the flyin spur Or maybe it's the Audi with the real good curves You tryin to get up in her ear with the feel good words Felt real confident, know you was willy Told shorty that she was sweeter then the strawberry Phillies Said some old school stuff like, "Boy you was silly" Then you hand her over your jacket, you knew she was chilly Now you got her, she got you, you all in the spot too You like her, she like you, both of y'all hot too Now it's goin down and the plan occur And you got her in the bed like, "Damn look at her" [Chorus] |
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| from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998) | |||||
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| from Purple City, Moe Sticky - Purple City Byrdgang: Hatin' from the Sideline (2005) | |||||
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
See, I want to get back to the love
Let's start love over, come on * Let's start love over Back to the way things were Forget about them Cause all we got is us We can make it Sad if we try I want to start love over Let's make it do or die When I was nine years old I realized there was a road At the end I would win lots of pots of gold Days, when I used to have my play clothes on I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron But you've learned what the herbs do Breaking curfew Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum Some break a boogie but those that don't Was usually a fighter Rollin' easy riders Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow Little kids is big now They'll push your wig now Can't send them to the store But you can send them for roll And put them on my vine And give them one big push for all mankind * Repeat People still taking rapping for a joke A passing hope Or a phrase with a rope What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes? Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks Remember playing in the streets, touch football Look y'all Somebody get mad and bounce with they football Twenty four hour block parties Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy Adults used to think I was scheming But I was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin' Now everytime that I rhyme I can tell that you like it Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic Your mind is weary, floating like a dove Sweating and things, like you were making love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method Where's the love? Somebody tell me Where's the love? Because we want to know I remember everybody I loved, everybody It wasn't always player hating There wasn't jealousy and all this envy It was the love Ayo hip hop Set out in the park What? We used to do it out in the dark All night long till the cops made us go Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window Lees on, thinking you fresh Trying to impress Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead Ponytail swaying, she hot Standing like she bull legged, but she not You remember the days? That's when crack was affecting blacks like that Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater That's all corrupt Over rap you might get bust Say the wrong thing End up in a permanent sling Went from shelltops to hollowtops Used to rock the bus stop Now we electric slide from the cops Want some veterans in this That ain't keeping it real Now with God we chill over a record deal Always the good ones to go Never your enemies die Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I. No time to yell rhymes in the microphone Take this more serious than just a poem Rock party to party While you're out the door But tear it up yo, let's start love over |
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
[answering machine beeps]
[Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like, "What the fuck? Nigga you worse than me" Nigga, don't listen to the message Listen to the message A message to my son, it's times in my life Where I stood around to fight when it was better off to run A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than water A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you And thank you for makin shit better in my life A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids Cause love is always love when we in God's arms A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop A message to my sister, your big brother got you But never in life let a coward nigga twist you A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood Who the fuck in the world could do it better than my niggaz A message to my group, we got it we made it Cause nobody in the world sound better in the booth [Chorus:] [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message - it's on right now [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message [Styles P:] A message to the jail, I don't really write Cause it's hard for me to say keep your head up through the mail A message to the poor, stressin the life What we don't get now we get in the second life A message to the kids, stick to your school Cause if you fuck with the streets that's jail or a bid A message to the wild, you should calm down Cause everybody rattin and you probably blow trial A message to the ladies, depend on yourself So if daddy walk out you take care of the baby A message to the rich, you should spread love 'Fore niggaz like me go ahead and spread clips A message to the hood, shit is bad now But we gon' be aight, cause it's soon to be good A message to the world, I don't give a FUCK P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl [Chorus] [Styles P:] Many ways they can send you a message, like a word from the wise Or a 45 that send you to heaven Some'll throw you a look, others a book Like the king gettin killed by the rook, straight-forward Some'll grab they soul when they feel like the Lord's callin Some see it before it come My nigga, one is all and all is one I wanna see us all rich before all this done But it's really God call cause we all his sons Some I'ma play my role, hope God save my soul Let me slide for them sins I owe Pain and more pain's the only change I know Brain stay in the frame, I'm in the game I blow Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow But I'ma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence It's all good just send me a message, what? [Chorus] [Styles P:] A message to the jail A message to the poor A message to the kids A message to the wild A message to the ladies A message to the rich... [fades] |
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| from Jadakiss - I Love You (A Dedication To My Fans) The Mixtape (2011) | |||||
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
{Jagged Edge:}
Baby, you you.. [Chorus: Jagged Edge] If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be calling me when your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be calling me while your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me Rider like me [Styles P:] Listen ma, I'm far from a pimp But we can do the thang cause the car got tints My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp Your man's a wimp like Frankie said I'm in the white tee gang and I'm a Yankee head This my sophomore solo album I'ma take a lot of shots and not for no photo album Come through in the Polo outfit Ryde or Die, two guns up, who I roll out with Keep talkin to me you gon' end up spouseless Keep hearin you're jackassin who you out with [Chorus] {Styles P:} Tell your man he can meet the pump I'm at the double-oh suites of Trump, for at least a month Got a whole lot of liquor and some reefer blunts I'm on the laid back tip, I don't need to front Tell your man he don't want no problems Better let him know that I'm hard like J.E. album I'm just tryin to fall back, get me some revenue But I'ma make you feel like you walked out of heaven too Ride like the down South Caddies, listen He might be yo' man, but I'm yo' daddy Call me from the back cause you want me badly Ask me to scoop you and I do that gladly [Chorus] [Interlude: Jagged Edge] If it's so good, girl Why you kick it like that, girl Callin me from the back, and My niggaz don't know how to act, and And if it's all hood, babe Why you lookin so sad, babe Always gettin mad at me My niggaz don't know how to act, no-HOHHH~! [Styles P:] You can say she's sorta like my Wednesday lover We in the Benz if he find out he probably plug us I don't wanna ride on him, just came home Matter of fact I'm tryin to hide on him, get in that dome She wanna call from the back, knowin I don't know how to act I don't got a problem blowin the mac But I'd rather play the bed with her legs in the vertical Knockin Jagged Edge, Porsche Turbo convertible We can leave New York, skip to the A-Town Five star suite, hit me off with the hay now I'm just tryin to stay low, ma you feel me? I don't need no jealous dudes tryin to peel me [Chorus] [Outro: Jagged Edge] No, it's it's so good Hey yeah, yeah yeahhhh While your man is in the back Mmm-mmmmmm Yeah-heyyy, oooh... |
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| from Styles P - Master Of Ceremonies (2011) | |||||
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| from Styles P - The Ghost Dub-Dime Mixtape (2010) | |||||
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| from Styles P - The Ghost Dub-Dime Mixtape (2010) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Master Of Ceremonies (2011) | |||||
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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| from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007) | |||||





