[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
(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
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
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
[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~!
[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?
[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!
Real Shit featuring Gerald Levert작곡:D. Styles,Gerald Levert,S. Storch
[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
Who Want A Problem (Remix) featuring L.O.X.,Swizz Beatz작곡:D. Styles,J. Phillips,Kaseem Dean,Quaadir Atkinson,S. Jacobs
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!
Favorite Drug 작곡:C. Waters,D. Styles,L.R. Thomas,N. Conway
[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]
Can You Believe It featuring Akon작곡:Aliaune "Akon" Thiam,Craig Love,David Styles,James Phillips,Jonathan Smith,Lamarquis Jefferson
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?
Kick It Like That featuring Jagged Edge작곡:Brandon Casey,Brian Casey,D. Styles,Quaadir Atkinson
[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
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{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
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[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
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[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...
(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)
Fire & Pain featuring Sizzla작곡:D. Styles,M. Collins,M. Pizzini,R. Middleton,R. Ousley
[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~!
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[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!
[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
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[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?
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[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]
When you left I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back baby please Cause we belong together
Show your respect Whenever you hear me or see me This is the emancipation of Mimi Hot like a real fever the real diva So successful yet still so eager No matter what they say it's on for ever It's our time right now more than ever Til the death we gon get it on together And MC you know we belong together Come on I lost a part of me When you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please 'Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together I only think of you On two occasions That's day and night I'd go for broke If I could be wit you Only you can make it right Make it right make it right We belong together Like the sun in the summertime Bounce in a lemon range Skip in a Hummer lime P and Kiss in and out Mariah on the other line Baby I'ma come back Believe it'll come a time We belong together Like peanut butter and jelly Februaries and skellies After parties and tellies Feelin you in my stomach Like you a part of my belly Baby I'ma come back With every part of you ready I lost a part of me when you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together I can't sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack's on the radio Singin to me If you think you're lonely now Wait until tonight Boy I'm feeling all out of my element I'm throwing things cryin Tryin' to figure out Where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside I need you need you back in my life Baby Let's go You gonn need a shoulder to cry on Classic Mustang Cobra to ride on Past is the past Just let it be bygones Matter of fact I know a fly song That we could vibe on Let's get it straight If it's the 6 or the quarter to eight Then I'm thowin Babyface or Shai on Yeah and Kiss ghost and MC Get close and toast to the diva and MC's The trees will blow Big cups Pino Grigio Take it easy yo We belong together we know that Now I think that it's about time we show that Even though every moment won't be a Kodak Sometimes we argue I spazz out grab my bozak Come back not cause I have to I want to No I don't just wanna have you I want you I lost a part of me When you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together
[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.
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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,
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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
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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
[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
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{Envy ad libs shoutouts to Ruff Ryders}
[DJ Envy] It's the People Choice, DJ Envy Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1
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
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[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
