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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 Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[Verse One: Styles]
My click is in it til it's over, never sober Bustin over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger The young Don, the Heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa Yo, it's the style see it's still the same And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'ciane Papi know my face, so he don't expect it Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath every time I hit the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine from yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine [Chorus: Puff Daddy] I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit That nigga that you can't get along wit Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit That nigga that you see in the videos That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes That nigga that'll die for his main man That nigga with the gettin money gameplan [Verse Two: Sheek] Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet? When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup nobody badder, since the, baby finksta I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb Blown the hall pearl wide been long gone Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that? Worldwide while you simply thug where you live at [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jadakiss] You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car-tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish Bad Boys, and we all eat together When it go down, then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight? I know cats who sniff that Enjoy life, what are you sayin? If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin Anything to do with money you can count J in Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gon' stop Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox [Chorus] - fades out |
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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 Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)
Honey, You can have me when you want me
If you just simply ask me to be there And you're the only one who makes me come running Cause what you got is far beyond compare And its just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby, I've got a dependancy Always strung out for another taste of your honey *Chorus* It's like honey really washes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya One hit of your love addicted me Now I'm strung out on you darlin' Don't you see every night and day I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside *Chorus* I can't be elusive with you Honey Cause It's blatant that I've feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly Cause you're the only thing I wanna do And it's just like Honey When your love comes over me Oh baby, I've got a dependancy Always strung out for another Taste of your honey *Chorus* It's like honey really washes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya One hit of your love addicted me Now I'm strung out on you darlin' Don't you see every night and day I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside *Chorus* |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Jadakiss)
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh Aiyo I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late Serious jetlag when I get to bed late That why I fuck cause I be weak when I get head late Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn뭪 jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here to get a job as a tutor I pursued make a long story short screwed her She moved and she came back still on tha same track Same wit same chips ass it was still fat I aint really think she wuz a freak But she did ask a lotta questions bout Stylez and Sheik She called me and said she was in town fo a week The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise How I felt about gettin up fo old times sake Ima bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz Desert in da stashin da Sony cam zoom lens All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend Eat at Puff뭩 joint an catch a show at tha beacon Twist a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson Pass tha tall one 2-5 we still puffin?We got tha heat on a cold night n da winter Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember (Sheek) Oh yeah, I remember dem hoes dat night We wuz at da beacon right Chris Tucker performing All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin Cats and Dogs Aiyyo dese hoes wuz tough Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall i go on Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up I drink dey smoke no coke Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke I slid fo seats down she sittin der smilin Lookin like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin?Told me dat her name wuz Cindy Favorite show Mark and Mindy Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty We chit den chat bout dis n dat From what kind of whip she push To what bar she be at She played hard to get But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi From tha jacuzzi to the bed We fucked until we both got woozy Woke up breath stinkin Yawnin and shit I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable Wit a note sayin sorry I had to rob you baby but I need cash like you I aint your ordinary slut or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer and by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa (Stylez) I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D But now I got to handle dis cause dey skandalous Cindy robbed shiek and moved to Los Angeles Like I wont killa frienz Went to bounce stole a Benz Note in tha garage Tu yall ontaraj Yall 3 rugged niggas but yall gotta get robbed Dont take it personal we didnt finish the job Manaje Twa We kill niggas wit dey dick hard They got me lookin뭓t da letta stuff Why da fuck dey left da truck 3 bitches in my house probly try to wet me up Crept to tha kitchen Seen Ronnie by the cabanet Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet Shot her in da heart Den caught tha earchess fabanet Den I seen Cindy Tha bitch tried to end me Running out da living room Bustin off Kissimee The bitch couldnt aim So I blew her out da frame Turned around to Beatrice Why you look speachless We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches And now you gotta die And da stupid bitch is reaching B뭚o I cocked it back I heard tires screeching Saw Sheek and James Started muthafucking squeezin? (GUNSHOTS) |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right hand Flash his badge with his left hand On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it Made men, should hang with made men Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitch Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport Lord forbid the head nigga get caught And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ?? Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit Thinking you threw with the feds and all that That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark * Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll) Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll) And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll) When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll) Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel Rat, talking to the cops like that On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan Talk to the judge, get you out the can My man had the same case (that's my word) Spent three years in the same place, He still there Came down for a pill, it was still real there Money came between us, know you seen us Move like the teamsters in the beamers Get blacked down and hit the cleaners The feds know everything, who bled and everything Before we got red, honeys giving us head Herion and guns is on the files of Styles But they came in the crib, lifting the towel Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child" And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough * Repeat Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof But you play this street business, all in the street To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up Now 23 hours a day you locked up Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up By some cat you supposed that shot up Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em But you scared to go upstate wit em Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more See the street no more, or skeet no more Ride around in the P, with the heat no more From top to not even on your feet no more 'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind Since they giving out jerseys, get on line For your football numbers, wanna take us all under What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers I don't think so, I don't think so either But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ?? |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Puff talking)
Why they always talking about money? Cause we like money bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah L-O-X and we won't stop Bad Boy, I'm a show you how we get this money (Stylez) You can't take this Players hate this Rainbow glow European bracelet Made his mouth drop, now he need a face lift Mommies run up on me and ask me to taste it Hand on my crotch Got to be the sales or the band on my watch Damn I'm so hot! They call me arrogent While you slide with seven mommies in a Caravan You start traveling I'll make you a believer Hotter in the club getting brain from a diva Leave with a beezer Black Cadillac riding with an old geezer With ten different hustles so every foe sees us No reason We just peas in a pod trying to get the paper We the g's in the lot Long as the water boil we bound to keep it hot It's gon' be turmoil if you thinking that it's not Chorus x2 (Puff) I'm a show you how you get this money (Make it hot) I'm a show you how you get this money (Don't stop) I'm a show you how you get this money (I fucks wit you) I'm a show you how you get this money (Get money) (Jadakiss) Three fly cats that get money with go gimmicks Y'all just so timid My soldiers be no limit What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis And riding out till the Coast Guard come and get me Beat that! Me, Stylez, and Sheek be like 4, 5, 6 so no matter what you roll you can't beat that Who you know could take an old record and flip like Puff? From small clubs to arenas Who flip like us? Everytime they pull up Whips be plush Chicks be tough Bad Boy, Hits R Us Back it's me, West Indies Slimmy Me and Kimmy And I taught her how to say, "May I have a steady gimme" I ain't bustin cause we picked up them joints you tossed Y'all was hot until The Lox came and cooled y'all off It's the Kiss Are you hearing me? I think I'm blessed lyrically Mad rappers with three LP's sill fearing me Chorus x2 (Sheek) You see, we bounce on tracks like bas-ketball And bust down songs till our throat need Halls L-O-X-pedition I spend all day fishing And won't catch one Just me and mommy out in the sun Just sailing, chain so icy if I threw it up You think it was hailing Don't even ask me what the price be To go to a show, no clubs just arenas Headliner Stevie Wonder, no small cat between us After parties be goin like Venus My chick gots be the meanest Before I come That night If she ain't she ain't partying right That's how we like to play in Bad Boys with all the fly shit And that's how we do the chips kid Multiplying Beef, don't apply it Please don't try it cause we ain't with that But if so you gon' need a plastic bag where your shit at Lox and we got that cash you want to get at Chorus x3 |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Jadakiss) Yo, you can't fake it Life's only what you make it Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit Found his body, in the projects, naked I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town With my eyes on a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies Cause I will survive Brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun? If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some 'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun Streets be where Lox get their props from Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com) A worldwide message, I try to express it The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish Chorus (Kelly Price) I wanna thank you, heavenly Father For shining your light on me It's been a long time Since I had someone to love me I owe my thanks to thee (Styles) They never expressed, that life's a part of death They never go there, but you can blow here The 25 to life and greens from below Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough you was out yesterday, stressing a better way Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul." Watch the honeys check your style Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase They only see ice, not me, under the surface What's the purpose? I just, go my way Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright It's plain to fight, but different to shoot And might do it If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot. Chorus (Kelly Price) (Sheek) Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street Holding heat It's them same crooked niggas Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word Buying beats is like copping grams Niggas got too many scams To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans That's aiight, though 'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block Watch us turn nothing into nitro And we don't mingle 'Cause none of us don't really know you From the heart, we never talk to strangers So why start? Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit I watch wild niggas blow See how plush shit can get But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap Would you still be my man And pass your bottle to my hand Would I be in the rain While you pass me in the Land Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan To get next to me and possibly sex me Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi Money'll never amount to respect, B And you don't wanna test me 'Cause God blessed me. Chorus (Kelly Price) And I know I know that it could not happen without you I know it could not happen without you |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
* If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know We can get together, we can do whatever But you cant get no dough Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down tryin' to figure out how I lookin'perso-nal, Baby forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks the three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga we look at things through the big lens, big picture big Benz we try and make CEO ends, the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas Cristal niggas, ya'll finesse this quick style niggas you didn't love me when my name was Sean Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta love the ways females play Quickly use a neglige to getta get-away Five stars where the willies stay, and Sheek pay for nothing but thats what ya'll herbs get for frontin' I spend wild chips gettin' drunk up in the China Club, while you up in Skate Key wit a minor I know she wit it, I betta brick I could hit it Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British Ice Berg shirts with Ice along with it turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted but honey got alot of jazz, You gotta philly You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice my thug style made her cat moist that's the realest shit I heard, that's my word Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserves I put her on the hole in Jerz, rockin' furs different ways to speak without using words And even though she proper I still gotta drop her Cuz Sheek dont like her, had a dream that he shot her I cant buy you ascotta, you get nada I'm the bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter * Repeat They was never mine for me to dump em its just like checkers, after they make a move then I jump em It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real, every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips And guess what, I got more nuts than chips And they gon' melt right in your mouth not in your hand, You know that you aint my girl I'm not your man But do you still wanna lick me? or is cause I'm a six figgy niggy, and I know Biggie and I dont mess with no fat ladies but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby PJ slide to tha mo like that with this honey named trout cuz she blow like that and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin' cuz if you really dig then let me know something * Repeat (extra verse of album "If You Think I'm Jiggy" by the Lox) It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3 on 3 Heard a freak ask Sheek "Big Luch why don't you pee on me?" And her friend is tellin' Jay "I hold a key on me." And I'm laughin' to myself, I got a key on me And they friend in my ear like Lean On Me Told her to get some bare backs and cream on me... Yeak Sheek holler to these mommies "Ven aqui..." Gas 'em up easily and take 'em home with me Who respect this, can't keep her hands off my necklace If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list... This goes out to all ya'll There's too many names to call but ya'll know who ya'll are See me at the bar all eyes on the R... O-L to the E-X, sip the Henny and VS 112 sex styles baby, maybe we can fall in the L.O.X. files You betta believe we all scorin', yeah We can dance all night and do whatever all mornin'...ha ha...yeah... * Repeat(x2) |
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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 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 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 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 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 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)
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 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 Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)
[Nature] Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest I never cool off Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft Snatch channels like I'm Disney Half grizzlie unexplain When niggas see me they duck Hoppin i pass quickley Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted They know exactly when a niggas famous Or livin dangerous The kid got a glow like i just came home Try to dull me Niggas that owe be hiding from me Changin their names Screenin their calls The dreamcast in the crib Never leavin at all Playin NBA 2K for two days straight Fifty dollas a game Ket me polish my gain Withdrawin at the bank Never deposit a thing Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang [Cam'ron] Back in the day we was slave Whips and chains Its tradition All i got whips and chains All i did Flip some cane Now a nigga sick of the range Only a new six could fix the pain Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins Milton Bradley wanna get my game 5-0 wanna frisk my frame I dont deal wit cheap blow When i shoot no block Sort of like a free throw Cant miss And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss Got me itchin like its dandrif You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch Im a stomp you stab you Look at you you dam bitch Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "killa When u come back out," Listen I like rap Routine had to stop Met a new connect got it 18 a whop Cops on payroll every block got blow We fight every night Reunite then pop Mo Thats how it is when you deal wit me And I dont feel tv Only real tv Real money real gats real cats real girls MTV I'll show you the real world Cats run up on you Splater your white eyes Thats only to make saturday night live Lookin for a casket got the right size Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies Crashed up the four But now the right five Lookin for beef you found the right guys Old folk say "cam stop ur route Why you gotta get the guns Just box it out" Listen that there is trife Only fightin is the doctor And thats for your life As for your wife Took her out just to tour town Bench press for what I lift four pounds Tear up your car All four doors down Cats wanna box Well heres four more rounds [Styles] Yo, Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice I'ma smack you yap you and murder you Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch Lets get straight to the point Aint a nigga better than me Im agrivated and im fed to the T If I gotta do joints And im sittin for five When you remeniss about me Say the nigga was live I got twelve arm robberies pendin A dope charge, a gun charge Hard to see holiday bendin Wit a brand new case Twenty niggas, the ride A spot OT And some brand new base Why say names You could get who ever you know I got the gun cocked Ready to blow Dont compare his rhymes to mines Mines is real And his is just words and lines [Sheek] Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe How you wanna do this shit Like the quick and the dead So i could cock back Empty out the back of your head Do a drive-by go head Im quick wit the heater I shoot threw you Your car And threw the parkin meter [Jadakiss] Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon Listen everythings about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 Wit the new poke outs Tired of the speculation faggit Everything is real here Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason Hold down the fort Could never be baught So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin Rather start gunnin Cause soon as you start chasin the money Thats when the money start runnin I drive by in a car service Hope out wit mad nigga Pull my phone out Like ya nervous [Fabolous] Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches Wit kay's of the cane Leave strays sittin inches Away from your brain In them grey kitted benzes I sway threw the lanes Now the nay's just sit and flinches When they see the chain Ya might not never come out My verses get heard I'm a hustler I dont sleep from the first to the third Take the ???? to Cali But the shots go quickly Put red spots on your neck And they not no hickeys The truck still got those micky's And dont even pass it my way If its not no sticky No matter where Im at I pop regaurdless Cause I get knocked I cut a check Ya gone drop the charges Put three holes in head Make em look like bowlin balls Come threw in spring Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall So I could hardly care Cause the only way I see time behind bars If its a cartier |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, yeah, what, yeah, what
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Verse One: Jadakiss Yo this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya Better start lookin at things from my angle I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle Next to my name with a 10 or a 20 Now that's when you really can say you gettin money But right now all I do is sit back and listen To a wise young man who quickly became a rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and House with 2 kitchens, diamonds, plenty women Built-in pool to swim in But the plan is to start from the floor, and raise it up Then you hit'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales is cut Chorus: Black Rob Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Verse Two: Styles Time is money, money is power so I'm sour 22 feelin like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit Hanglide to the Alps with this fly chick Condo in Fresno with the lesbo And the honey that she hit know how to stretch blow They know that I'm Styles they respect the flow Why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him make a decimal Truth will set you free what will a lie do Niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high too Can't love the money like the niggaz beside you Cuz when the paper gone...you gon' slide too Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise While the world spins around they wanna stall they eyes Close they ears my nose makes me oppose my fear Cuz I can smell hell Before I sell rat I'll catch a shell farewell Niggaz will never tell Their man that I was pussy Unless they got a gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me Chorus Verse Three: Shiek I pray to God to promise me, before I see the pearly gates To let my whole team be straight, mansion no Section 8 Puttin' pressure so that I can make this bed Got 2 mattresses now all I need is the spread With like 4 pillows so my seeds can rest their heads You think platinum is enough, nah Sheek want more Tryin' to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store Italian cuisine, Linguin. while my diamonds like-SHING So when I move at night-time you might think it's light-NING Just throw me the ball once and I'll tell you no lie Shiek gonna show you money, like Jerry McGuire It's a thug thing, L.O.X. product thing, conducting Anything for chips while you sit and blab your lips In the restaurant taking tips while Sheek on trips Logos on our ships bustin' at the eclipse While im pissy, spittin' up Crissy in the water But you can do that for money, when 100's like a quarter... Chorus Verse Four: Black Rob This is to my AK tollas, money bill foldas Bambin soldiers, whips wit big motors On the low for years, the Feds can't decode us We bust rounds, all you gotta do is load us My night time prowlers, and grimmey after hours Karl Kani, Mumalo wear, Eddie Bauers Flippin cake niggaz, who strip and take niggaz Upstate niggaz, my Crystal Lake niggaz We gonna hold it down if we gotta shake niggaz And make niggaz do what we say, or break niggaz Survival of the fitist, it ain't me cause I did it Now you see me shinnin 2 mill with my diamonds And I owe it all to heart grimmin Don't mean i'm gonna stop climbin, 9-9, it's good timin I salute my thugs, who rock With the drugz and switch gunz, and pay 30 thou for the slum Make it happen, I swear to God if I don't make it rappin I'm clappin, extortin, and robbin niggz cribs and contactin Can I live... Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
(feat. Jadakiss, Styles & Roscoe)
(Pusha T Talking) No no no..... I told you.... I live this shit (echoing) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha (Pusha T) I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can, Fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green, more cash then ya seen With an Aston, it's green, me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about, Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out (Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line) Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I, Could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate (Roscoe P. Coldchain) I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how? What is it the return of the killer clown? You don't put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank Coldchian left that nigga stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you, That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men (Styles P) Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and, Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when (??) (Malice) Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I don't share no common bond, So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end, To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry) And with this in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit) My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact, I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that |
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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 Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
Artist: DJ Envy f/ J. Hood, The L.O.X. Album: Blok Party Vol. 1 Song: D Block [Sheek] Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block) {New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood} Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C'mon!} If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you {Yeah!} Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you I don't give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all) Or this music, y'all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!) I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh) Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game Y'all muh'fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch') I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit I'm the best out right now (all day) none of y'all want it (uh-uh) Like your album ain't shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive) FUCK what you drive, I'll see you in hell (uh-huh) Cause I ain't never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!} D-Block the label that'll pop it all Walk with me and I ain't puttin out nothin soft (c'mon) Even talkin to a bitch I'm thuggin her out (yeah) Sheek Luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP? [Chorus: Styles] I'ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade D-Block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave My gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz) Our weed smoke, our liquor Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker (D-Block!) It go down I'm bustin my nine witcha (D-Block!) I get knocked I'm doin my time witcha (D-Block!) For life my nigga I'd grind witcha [Jadakiss] I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it) Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right) Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA! We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it) Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh) Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you (you don't even know) The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!} And if the judge and the jury don't believe me Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!) They might hate but they ain't tryin to guard (uh-uh) And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin too hard Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God 'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West (D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what [Chorus] [J. Hood] Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh) I'm on top of my game like I'm standin on X-Box I'm tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it) I'm tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004 We got dimes and dubs of haze And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway I'm a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!) Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah) One out of either one'll lay you on your back So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out) Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup) And I know y'all ain't better than Hood, y'all niggaz liars Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire [Chorus] [DJ Envy] Yeah, the People's Choice, DJ Envy Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!) |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back Aw yeah - I'm back I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Aw yeah - I'm back I'm back Yea yea - I'm back I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats [Lil' Kim] If you see a 745 and the body is wide Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down If Styles say get you, without no doubt I'm a sex you real good then I'm airin you out Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost (Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up Come through in the ice cream truck and tear your whole block up [Chorus: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples] + (Styles) Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde) (I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized) Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us) [Styles P] You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you I need an antidote.. to take away the pain I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless (What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh) Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh) They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is) Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin (Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could? It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us [Chorus] [Styles P] It's the Ghost [Lil' Kim] And the Queen [Styles P] I'ma shoot at most of your team [Lil' Kim] And I'm leavin with most of your cream [Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that [Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga [Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses [Styles P] Y.O. nigga [Lil' Kim] Brooklyn bitch [Styles P] Nigga bust off your hammer [Lil' Kim] And cook them bricks [Styles P] If you really had dough like you said you did [Lil' Kim] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit [Styles P] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit [Lil' Kim] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth [Styles P] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight? [Lil' Kim] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White [Styles P] And I ask niggaz who wan' dance [Lil' Kim] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance" [Styles P] S.P. the Mack Milli' [Lil' Kim] Q.B. the Tech [Styles P] Got the "Money" and the "Power" [Lil' Kim] Now where's the "Respect?" [Chorus] [Styles] It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us |
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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 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 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 Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
Styles P:]
Ghost Vinny Idol nigga YEAH~! Flipsyde [Flipsyde (Styles P):] And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..) Burn one down (this song.. the fuck..) And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN.. YEAH!) Burn one down [Styles P:] I don't care if it's a blunt or a mic right If it's daytime I'm lookin forward to night lights Real street cat, but you know that I'm nice right And I ain't got to cram, but in a minute I might write And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong Burn one down this time with the Flipsyde Burn one down for the homies with sick rides Burn one down; I'm the one that put the fire on the track I'm the +Ghost+, so I got the hood, +ridin+ on my back Ain't no front door, I'm the one slidin through the back You want heat? I'm the one that's providin you with that What? Nigga [Chorus: Flipsyde (Styles P)] And I'm gonna burn one down (Set or strip, it's money to get, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Dutch or wood, club or hood, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Mic on rapid, know what I'm after, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Crew or click, wheover you get, nigga) Burn one down [Styles P:] Third one down; if you in the top five rappers then you should be a concerned one now I take anybody, one turn, one round Just to get the crown, keep your round on the ground None of y'all is big, not to be funny but none of y'all is Big, keep talkin that king shit none of y'all can live, cause I be on the streets where none of y'all is, it's funny y'all is talkin 'bout how much money y'all get But I'm 'bout to show the game how cruddy I get Burn one down like a log in the fireplace Whoever think they're the king well come along and try the ace Yeah, nigga~! [Chorus] [Styles P:] Burn an MC like an arsonist Tell him I'm the hardest in the game when he market it Seven-six-oh, L.I. and it's carpeted Five blunts rolled right up where the locket is, YEAH Is that so ill, I spit like the flames out the back of the Batmobile; yeah I rap but you gon' be a rat fo' real, D-Block Double R nigga clap yo' steel Burn one down, in a dutch or a wood or a Swisher Sweet If it's goin down watch the whole hood lift the heat And I'ma blow cause it's my turn now Pass the dutch motherfucker, I'ma burn one down Yeah! [Chorus] |
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
What up Jon (testing one, two, three)
What up Kon (convict music) Let's go (can you believe it?) Fresh white tee (fresh) Fresh car walls (fresh) Summertime hood niggas look like stars (look like stars) Jewelery drip, fresh white airs (fresh white airs) Mummy shake it up keep your ass right there (oh can you believe it?) My man got liquor and my cups right here (i got my cup) I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here (pass that dutch) Nigga pass that, Capri pants with the waist cut off I wanna smash that (oh can you believe it?) Party ran pack, mingling baby And I can LL shake, you jingling baby Back your ass up, I'm a start tingling baby We can have more fun if wiggling baby (yea can you believe it?) P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it Nigga don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it Matter fact let the grub get it Please don't hate cause at least you can say you was with it [Chorus] Can you believe it? Get a break and get off the streets Clear my mind from the shit I see In a world full of smoke Contact from the weed That's when it really bond on me I'm a be here for life I ain't never gonna leave The ghetto is all that I know It's just another day in the hood my nigga playing back trying get this dough Yellin' out oh All up in the club and you know how we roll Squad deep like oh Bad little bitches with their booty on score trying to beat like, oh Know your ass feel it cause its outta control Let me hear you say oh Let me hear you say oh oh Can you believe it? Big ass truck (big new truck), brand new rims Tank top Yankee (tank top Yankee), tanned out Tim's Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin (fronts bob thin) New tattoos, new black shoes (hey can you believe it?) Gucci, Ermays, do that too (do that too) Wanna feel the breeze get a new black coupe Nigga drop the top, come through the hood Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot (oh oh oh can you believe it?) Lending outfits all on the bus (all of us on the bus) cause none of us could See a summer without trips (none of us can see it) Mad hoops so the little boys might bark at you but they all act good At the hood barbecue [Chorus] Basketball tournaments, pit bull pups Ladies in the club poring Chris in cups Niggas in the jail calling home on the phone (they locked up) But you still trying to act like aint shit enough (and now can you believe it?) Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park Niggas talk how they run every night from the narcs Aside from the light to the dark (light to the dark) Then the dark to the light I wanna smoke but I could search for my life Can you believe it? I done spent ten again Watching her bend again, dancing for many men Tell me have ever though about getting in (have you ever thought) A room full of convicts and D Block militants (D block militants) We'll show you the time of your life (time of your life) You can occupy my passenger side (come on girl) Introduce you to the street life Watch you fall in love after just one night Oh all up in the club and you know how we roll, squad deep like Oh Bad little bitches with their booty on score trying to beat like oh Know your ass feel it cause its outta control Let me hear you say oh, let me hear you say oh oh Can you believe It? Can you believe It? (Can you believe It?) Lil Jon, Akon, S.P. the ghost Feel what we trying to do (Can you believe It?) Can you believe It? |
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[Styles P:]
Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like) You're my favorite drug (you're my favorite drug) [Styles P:] You're my favorite drug, amazin love Cause you never, tell your friends where David was Got a blunt blaze it up, we can get a room in the Trump That's the one with our favorite tub Damn you fly, why lie when I get high All I do is think about how I'ma ride them thighs I ain't never been one to make no girly songs But I'll be up in this chick 'til the early morn' Mighta came with some Temples but those Shirleys gone She laughin makin a joke she gon' sell out porns Got me head over heels, puffin on a dutch Thinkin to myself, might spread some bread for some wheels I might be wrong, but honey is right Got to have my back strong when I come for the night Her "Milkshake" bring my ass to the yard and we don't care if we do it in the telly or the back of the car, what? [Chorus: Rashad] You're my favorite drug, get me high Like the skies above, yeah Feels like I'm in love, I'm so high You're my favorite drug [Styles P:] Stoned as usual; pickin up my chick We gon' bone as usual; she been talkin shit on the phone as usual - pull up on the block in somethin real nice on chrome as usual Either one of us don't care where we headed Park the truck, get a dutch, watch "American Wedding" I like her cause she cool, graduated school Got a mean stick in pool Cut a nigga quicker than me she a fool When everybody flip she was still playin rules She the shit like some stools I'm open like the windows is Everytime we have sex I'm in limbo kid And she make me stop quicker than my brimbles did So no longer do I care where the fuck them other bimbos is She's my favorite drug, the shit so serious Me, her and purple, point black period [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P:] Me and her been doin it far too much 'Til the 55 box of cigars is up Right before checkout time is the hardest nut The valet call the room and say the cars is up A dutch and a shot, that's what P thing is Then I be all up in that ass like them G strings is She is my favorite drug, so is the purple So I get 'em both together then I blaze 'em up [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Rashad:] Drug.. drug.. drug.. Only one I want in my life Only one I want in my LIFE~! Ohhhhh-hoooo, yeah-yeahhhhh Drug.. drug.. drug.. [fades] |
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Man I rock the fuck out, though
I don't know about everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gon' take motherfucker Get this straight and fix yo' face I ain't got to sell millions, I'm in the buildings Where papi comin' through with them bricks by 8 Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be leavin' you cut You're like a dutch, how I'm bustin' you down Niggas drivin' in a circle wit cha hoe in the back 'll be the only damn way I be fuckin' around And I'm aimin' for your waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' the pound And I told you that I'm Holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now And you gon' get popped in the head, true story Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some red Me, I'm on the move only stopping for bread Double R and D-Block nigga, copper and lead, what up Stay in the zone I don't know why the fuck you amped yo Got hoodrat bitches, carryin' birds on the public transpo' Niggas in the hoods that go out like Rambo They hot since 138th had that canceled Young buck, dumb fuck I'm two guns up, "Ryde or Die" 'til the sun's up "Gangsta and a Gentleman" dog, I got class I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in the morgue I'll be down South bendin' a whore, ten in the morn' Dirty on 85 like Jay, Barnes, Sean Paul Beef with New York rappers, I'm killin 'em all On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could "Lick the Balls" I been cool cause these niggas is ass, but fuck that Might as well call me pool cause I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash, even gettin' the mass While some haze to mix with the hash, what up Pass that blunt nigga! I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off Niggas ain't scrappin', they bangin' ya The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya All y'all fags'll get ate like clams Since this is a "Bloodsport" bitch, you could call me J Van Damme All these so called guerrillas be tellin' How a rat gon' give you "Thoughts of a Predicate Felon," motherfucker Homey what you want, the blade or the slug I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of G's Load the lead up and squeeze, I'm a great dane, niggas is fleas Fuckin' rats cant wait to call cops 'Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops J-Hood bitch, my name ring in the ghetto Cause I'm O.G. and I play the streets like a cello |
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son?
[Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one [Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz [know why you in that top 5. [Styles:] This is my livin nigga [Havoc:] Why you that nigga. [Styles:] It feel good in here [Havoc:] Yeah! [Verse 1:] Second time around I'ma let the magic shoot This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah I'm a general and criminal yall fags salute I'm in the streets while yall sweet like a bag of fruit And I stick to my timberlands like I'm maganoo Ya man lookin like he want it he can have it to Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was Sorta like the city of Gods We be screamin out "we gon' make it" but I pity the odds I'm like knock out Ned when I pop out led But I even been around to pass Biggie cigars So I smoked wit a legend, if you took the oath then the ghost is ya bredrin blowin smoke in the seven Or maybe it's the hooptie in these pisshole slums Just tryna kick my piece off of kiko's drums Ya know [Chorus:] [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Smoking, drinking, hustling, thinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Drug spots, projects, Jail cell stinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Whole block run when they see cop lights blinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Benjamins, grants, Washingtons Lincolns [Verse 2:] Die once you live twice die twice you live once Get the shit confused so I'm puffin on the big blunts Kick it wit the kid that be deep in the zone It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home I'm spiritually outta this world Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie get twirled I'm the alpha and omega of nice I'm the messenger sent by the force at the head of the light But satan's ridin my back in the dead of the night I be doin some crazy shit for some bread and some ice God I'm tryna focus with my third eye lens I smoke haze to see my brother when he blow that wind And I'm a grown man so I know my sins And niggaz don't get the picture so do Kodak win? The shit'sover their head and under their nose Not a star cause I'm a sun when it come to a flow Ya Know [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm a rare individual Represent my team till they put in me in the earth no air in my physical I don't need to dream I live another life when I sleep it's so deep I'ma spare you the visual Far from religious but my heir's name is biblical Stay away from crabs they don't care cause they miserable School lil niggaz You could by diamonds but I could play wit words that's a jewel lil nigga Tongue sharp like a sword I could get ya fam killed just off my word that's the proper Art of War Stay wit the Parker and the Porsche I don't trust a soul cause niggaz threw rocks up at the Lord The cash aint right there the mask is right there Niggaz try P I'ma blast 'em right there You don't want ya right ear next to ya Nike Airs Said I'm from the darkside bringin the light here Wha! [Styles:] Second time around, you know what time it is. It's all lyrics over here nigga. Feel me nigga! And I'm in the hood for real. All day all night shit like that. Yo Hav once again good lookin out for the beat nigga. SP the Ghost, ONE! |
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from Styles P - Time Is Money / Explicit Version (2005)
(I'm Black)
Whether I'm poor or rich, or rich or poor Though its all the same shit (I'm Black) Even though my skins kind of light That means my ancestors was raped by somebody white (I'm Black) So I like to sing dance and crack jokes Eat good food and be around black folks (I'm Black) Sort of like the Holys on Sundays Drink all night and still go to work monday (I'm Black) So I like the kids looking real nice 'cause I've been poor and I know what it feels like (I'm Black) And I'ma say it loud like James Brown People be proud 'cause we all up in the game now (I'm Black) And I'ma hold my right fist real high Might see my man and we might get real high (I'm Black) And I know it, and I aint afraid to show it (I'm Black) And I'm the genius in the motherf**kin Poet You know it (Ohh Ohhh) Chorus (Floetry) So proud to be just who I'am So proud to say that I'm me... So proud to be just who I'am So proud to be so free (I'm Black) So proud to say that I made it (I'm Black) The one who struggled in the hatred (I'm Black) And I'm not afraid to say it (I'm Black..'cause I know I'm Sinking) (I'm Black) So I gotta heart full of bravery Do for my peoplez that went through Slavery (I'm Black) So you know I'm young in the sports Nintey percent chanced I get hunged in the Court (I'm Black) Don't you be scared of me Mister 'cause you don't really seem to be scared of my sister (I'm Black) And I can ride first class too Or buy an exotic car and like murk past you (I'm Black) And I don't need a tan in the winter Mind strong and powerful now a cypher can't enter (I'm Black) And I don't need jewelry to shine Look in my skin color is like the jewelry is blind (I'm Black) They focus on the negative attention Do something positive, and never get mentioned (I'm Black) Listen it's a fact, original man I wouldn't change it if I could and thats that Chorus(Floetry) So proud to be just who I'am So proud to say that I'm me... So proud to be just who I'am So proud to be so free (I'm Black) So proud to say that I made it (I'm Black) The one who struggled in the hatred (I'm Black) And I'm not afraid to say it (I'm Black) (I'm Black...I'm Black...Ohh...Yeah...Yeah) (I'm Black) Even with a caramel complextion Look in the mirror see Malcolm and Martin reflection (I'm Black) Just like the PANTHERS, looking for an answer It's prejudice shit is like a cancer (I'm Black) Look in my eyes the wall can't get pulled over Look in my cars and stay gettin pulled over (I'm Black) Me the public enemies number one Government looking in the hood sending in the gun (I'm Black) I grew up off the good time show Drink liquor smoke weed and let the good times roll (I'm Black) I live for my wife and my seeds And my mom with a bond only God can acceed (I'm Black) I got to show my homeboys love First thing you learnt in the hood is homeboy love (I'm Black) And I'm mad if I ain't nuthin else (I'm Black) I'm beautiful and I love myself (Say together) YEAH! (Love myself...Ohh yeah) Chorus(Floetry) So proud to be just who I'am So proud to say that I'm me... So proud to be just who I'am So proud to be so free (I'm Black) So proud to say that I made it (I'm Black) The one who struggled in the hatred (I'm Black) And I'm not afraid to say it (I'm Black) (I'm Black...I'm Black...Yeah) |
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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 - 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 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 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 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 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 Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
(feat. The Alchemist)
[Styles P:] Pain... pain... pain... Pain... pain... pain... All I know is pain, all I seen is death Couple homies and brother gone, when I'm gon' step I ain't suicidal, damn my brain need rest Think about my childhood, pain in my chest Past is the past, future ain't great All right in the hood when any day could be my last Pop somethin back, they wanna sue me for my math Hawk some back, they wanna sue me for my math Hard bein a gangsta rapper, you don't know the half You ain't got to condone it but you was never homeless And you ain't never fast, so you don't know the wrath To takin a long walk, down the wrong path All I know is pain - everything I did wrong I did it in vain, that's why I'm tryin to change Live for my seeds but the game ain't change Only the strong survive, I will maintain [Chorus: Styles P (Alchemist)] All I know is ? pain; all I give is - pain All I give is ? pain; all I live is - pain Only thing I know is mad years in the game (It's no love, ice cold blood runnin all through my veins) All I know is ? pain; all I give is - pain All I give is ? pain; all I live is - pain Only thing I know is mad years in the game (It's more than rhymes, more shine than the diamonds on your chain) [Styles P:] What you know about pain? Blood, sweat and tears where I'm standin in the rain If I don't blow Mary Jane I'm goin insane Before I had a car I was in the fast lane Drug dealer stick up kids for the neck game, a lot that I regret But I made it as a rapper, and it's not what I expect For a fact, this business is more crooked The boys'll sell they souls to the devil, the Lord lookin See in you hell just in case that we all cookin I got sins too, lot of foul shit that I been through The world is God house, I'm just a window - pane Tryin to maintain up to the end yo [Chorus] [Styles P:] All I know is pain, I feel so drained Rap niggaz is insane, they on Procaine What they call hot, I would call so lame They don't care about the art, and they show no shame If you ain't gettin spins, then you ain't gon' win But if you came from the bottom you should stay goin in The Ghost don't make it then the Phantom gon' win I'm a make the kids richer, make grandma grin [Chorus] |
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from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
I don't really care, what I sell or what I sold
As long as I give my soul, whenever my story told I don't know how you roll but I roll all alone In a zone knowin' **** well, my little brother home Still feel him in the passenger seat I can't see him and I wish that he could chatter with me In due time until then you would see I got more than a few rhymes Thought I'd be there to see him like more than a few times Tryin' to stay away from beef but **** is gettin' deep My restin' right, it's like I'm on lay away from sleep I think I should have been an author or somethin' Disappear like hoofer or somethin' Come back when they offer me somethin' My word eye gotta a little crust in my third eye Headaches is why I've been meditating, thoughts is devastating Could this be my last life, maybe my past life Is the future when I'm asleep? So what was last night? I'm going in deep and you know the ghost Alone in the street 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning You know I'm trying to see more Alone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m. You know I trying to get it in Alone in the street All day, all night Mad live could learn to bounce out on a bad vibe Or even keep a gun in your cab ride Have I ever thought about my life as a bad guy? Made a little money sellin' rocks that was cap sized Robbed a lot of people like I never was baptized Yeah, I was a very young teen when I took my **** hotter But got right off my dean when I could book the ramatta 'Cause I rather be a robber or a midnight morata There's a part of me that loves bein' gangsta All of me, I couldn't help but get in the game The **** was callin' me and I think that I was callin' it back But you can't help but trip when you fall in a trap If the lord call who got the phone for callin' him back? These are man made, why dont'cha tell man to do that? But he can't so I'm a stay on a spiritual flap 'Cause it's a up hill battle and I'm dealin' with that Alone in the street 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning You know I'm trying to see more Alone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m. You know I trying to get it in Alone in the street All day, all night Consider this the sermon, start the burnin' Never said you was hard, I ain't give you the permit I might think your vermette, better yet vomit Alone in the streets with the gun by the armpit Can't put the sharks with the pine fish, that's conflict Sorta like mixin', boy scouts with the convicts Somebody go and pay if somebody gonna play 'Cause the streets cold hearted than a hot summer day If you gonna rap, please stop, run away Go home, flush your crack then give your gun away 'Cause the rules is written down in invisible ink Just consider what the critical think Don't rat, do ya bid in the clink Stand tall little boy Get ya self a shank, if you feelin' paranoid But real talk, ****, jail talk, I know home sweet Even locked down in a cage is where you don't be Alone in the street 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning You know I'm trying to see more Alone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m. You know I trying to get it in Alone in the street All day, all night |
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from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
<Intro: Swizz Beatz>
Swizzie! (Ghost!) Yeah, Smoke, now S.P. C'mon, S.P. C'mon Ghost - It's showtimes, It's showtime! Ghost - Lighters in the air! <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Styles P> Mind blown and I'm tore down Still Blow an once and a half, even more now Yeah, put your lighters in the air, light it up in here Yeah, put it in the air, see if I'm a puff in here You should find that I came to blow my mind out Pass it and you dorp it I'm a put you on time out Like Joe Frazier I'm smokin, mere bang out in the open In the tub, but it feel like the ocean I swear to God it be floatin And I don't need a car to be coastin, you could say that I'm boastin But this is S.P., and I know my time When I hear showtime, I'm a blow my mind <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Styles P> The black hippie, the sack with me, the lighter too I have dreams of Amsterdam everynight or two(Amsterdam) I feel good, the sky couldn't be a brighter blue Sun lookin like a tangerine You got green and it's mean, brother hit me like a tambourine I need a minute to myself, second to my self Pass the dutchie on the left, Whoever's suckin on the L I'm a need candy cause I know my breath is gon' smell I don't get sleep but some good restin off a L Mind blown, time fly, time gone Missed my exit on the highway I ride on Roll another one, get in my good time zone <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Styles P> I'm gone, the 'gnac and the wine gone Eyes look stoned shoot but what, I'm grown Over 21, come ober to my zone In less that two hours see a so box blown Lovin the smeel, feelin the texture And we got a whole lot but we still gettin extra Guess what's on the menu for breakfast Roll with the Ghost if you wanna get messed up <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Outro : Styles P> I mean just get blown away You know... Do what you do Bungie jump or somethin, speed in the car Do whatever blows your mind away I know what blows mine away <Swizz Beatz> You should roll somethin up so you can just um, blow your mind |
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from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
(feat. Max B)
Yeah L-O-X nigga It don't stop It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin Motherfuckers [Styles Paniro:] You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth Do anything it takes just to get me this loot And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit When I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz I'm an ignorant and negative nigga I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all If I left the gun home, I'm a give you the sword I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife [CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles] [Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY [Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles:] Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L [Styles Paniro:] Yo... I do it all for my niggas, even ride with a bomb Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last It's a million dollar bail, I'm a get it in cash I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz' Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards But jail ain't part of the plans I keep weight on the scale cause I feel I get further with grams In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up I get his length and his width and get his casket cut I don't deal with the snakes and fakes But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes Double R now bitch you oughta know I'm a ghost Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke [CHORUS] |
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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 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 Sheek Louch - Silverback Gorilla (2008)
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4 Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka Dutchie rolled, soaked 'n' quevlow gold Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight The house, the bitches, the jewelry, the cars is right The hammer light, titanium I'll put 3 in ya cranium Like pop, pop, pop Cannot stop Now bring it back It used to be 500 k in the closet Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik Stack whatever you get, don't spend, you got it On top of that stay consistent with your product Don't matter if it's just weed or if it's narcotic Due time you'll be pullin' of the lot in something exotic L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Boss dundotta Dance with the devil Never bought the bitch product You ain't gettin' notta Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta Then a slug from my 4 pound Like sum pretty pussy 1's I'm a tear you all down We can go to war now L.O X muthafucka Rich on a plane Couple bucks 'n' ma trucka Shoot from anywhere Like niggas in the rukus Gettin stronga, barral longa Coup shorter, jar of dat water Malinium flow Kamora times 2, malinium hoe Tattooed up diamond cross Hip hops Randy Moss Dump the whole clip and toss Hottest group Let the beef loup And we barry you niggas In yo pocket like kiss and jiggas Big money, big car And big cagars L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Comas, frunaral Wheelchairs paraplegics Reel life so you gotta believe it If you did have a goal Then you gotta acheive it 'Cause your body stays hear But your soul gotta leave it Square feet, hot wheels 200 bricks 1 shot deals 'Cause every body down will pop pills It's hard to top that Point blank the goddest got crack We U P S body parts back I don't get the newest Benz I get the newest house, newest business I learned that from my Jewish friend I brake bread with the Arabs But I'm African So I got doe chillen in the gray Calv I could hit u with a hook Or a straight jab Or I could cock it back 'N' shoot you in ya face, hag And you know I'm from Y O nigga I got every kind of charger Even the Y O nigga L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger |
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