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Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
Ruff Ryder for life (hey) Ruff Ryder for life (hey) (Styles P) I'm on my new shit you ain't listening good I pull out the hawk use it as a q-tip shot gun up in ya nostrils I'm hostile D-block totally apostle but no church's lay you out is my soul purpose (yeah) Light a blunt hear the ghost out I could make ya soul surface Here's my philosophy I ain't really chillin til I'm looking out the windows and see deers on the property rabbits hopping around habit's popping pound lighting blunts constantly ain't no time for me SP the war lord take ya jaw off wit a saw-off sawed off Top floor or the waldorf bagging the yay we stil trying to get a wagon a today (uh!) This is D-block nigga holiday Styles and I never put my magnum away (hey) (Chorus) (Styles P) My yak, My cups, My niggaz, My ice, Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey) (Sheek Louch) My dutch, My haze, My spot, My life, Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey) (Styles P) My money, My house, My Car, My Ice, Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey) (Sheek Louch) My niggaz Ryde or die side by side by side, you know why? Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey) (Jadakiss) Yo, It a shame what the game has come to The pen got a lot niggaz under the same pressure, the gun do I understand you living but not that life and stop it you just aight you not that nice nigga I pack arenas pack the ninas twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners and I just can't say it any clearer only nigga that'll give it to me is the man in the mirror They hate it but they love it in exchange Piped out the denim seat covers in the Range Wiped out all the above slots, I'm never gon' cool off Nigga I'm dumb hot, I get it in one whop My man said I need a one to three, he illin All I need is another 1 in 3 million Oh yeah it's nothin to murk you I realize it really ain't worth it when I'm puffin the purple (hey) (Chorus) (Sheek Louch) Yo, Yo, I don't rely on my voice to hold me (nah) I spit don't promise niggaz shit can't a gangsta fold me I bring it to the hardest nigga in ya crew (what up?) baby nine that let off like a miniature ooz we could let it ratta - tatta (yeah) climb the fire escape ladder Dump out watch muh'fuckers scatter Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans Niggaz make-up more shit than Maybeline The Vince McMahon, Ted DeBiase Thirty of Courvoise', blunt in my mouth Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out Dime bitches that I'm fuckin wanna curse me out Hatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me out Fuck 'em, come do it, the rifle is antique knife on the tip glorying niggaz got connects with some old civil warrior niggaz lets go (Chorus) |
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(Jadakiss)
Uh, yeah, (laugh) Uh, yeah, yo (Jadakiss) The hood know what it is they know who I am and they don't care what I scan but they know I'm the man know I could bring 'em to the spot show them the grams or I could bring 'em to the garage and show them the lam know that I could show 'em the Range and show 'em the Beemer and I could lift up my shirt and show them the steamer Had ups and downs but I stil get along with 'em Nobody hatin cause I ain't get on a song wit 'em Yeah and I ain't out there pumpin but I might slide through and give the crackheads somethin Not only on my off time I be in the studio usually though probably hit the block by my 4th rhyme Think wit a boss mind lot of evil thoughts run across mine I sell it if I could get it off fine and you already know I'm real when it comes to the game and the hood you know how I feel... What? (Chorus) (Jadakiss, Kartoon, Flashy, Sheek Louch & Styles P) K: If it's beef J: The hood know what it is SP: Tell'em Kiss J: The hood know what it is K: If it's Beef F:Yeah J: The hood know what it is K: Three words 1-8-7 SL: You know what they want right) K: If it's beef J: The hood know what it is SP: Tell'em Kiss J: The hood know what it is SL: You know what they want right) K: If it's beef F:Yeah J: The hood know what it is K: Three words 1-8-7 (Kartoon) Man the flow got 'em very jealous Besides that I'm from a coast where ya bitch ass could be gone In 30 seconds dickie this dickie that you in perry ellis California sunshine compliment the heavy carrots if it's beef three words 1-8-7 niggaz get popped and start singing like Faith Evans niggaz know I got a gift they must hate presents spray up everything look like the case spelling had to settle for the d cause we hate failing hit after hit I'm like the hip-hop Hank Aaron I'm in the BX riding with cali On the ds doing drivebys off the T-Rex got love on the west and the es we don't play games guns stashed in the ps and ps y'all niggaz is bs we kick swing and take shots at you like it's recess (Chorus) (+Infa.Red) K: If it's beef J: The hood know what it is SP: Tell'em Kiss J: The hood know what it is K: If it's Beef F:Yeah J: The hood know what it is K: Three words 1-8-7 SL: You know what they want right IR: Yeah K: If it's Beef J: The hood know what it is SP: Tell'em Kiss IR: Infa, Infa J: The hood know what it is SL: You know what they want right K: If it's beef IR: Infa.Red F:Yeah J: The hood know what it is K: Three words 1-8-7 (Infa.Red) Yeah, let's go, yo, yo, yeah The hood know what it is we setting up rat traps, fuck ya ascap can't hide behind platinum plaques cause when the A.R. 15's get the poppin That's when your artists'll really be droppin I ain't talkin 'bout release dates I'm talking 'bout this Ruff Ryder lifestyle in every single state you feeling lucky roll the dice who got the bank stop it throw'em in the bathroom (hahaha) he getting outta pocket mock it, chop it, do what you will I just wanna see your mans' face in the street when his blood spill man made the money money never made the man (never) that's why you'll never see security where I stand and we stil tryin to eat you poppin shit from your hotel with federallies In your suite two shots of patrone, then I run up in your home cut the wire to your phone, (yeah) strangle you then I'm gone who want it (Chorus) (Flashy) Yeah, Well it's that flashy nigga with a flow so through the roof The way I do the booth all they say is you the truth Yeah I was with that other label but I flew the coop Now I'm Ryding and Dying it's Ruff Ryders new recruit (Ruff Ryders) and do remember we ain't all about the music duke cause every member of my family got a screw that's loose (what?) and when it's drama all we do is shoot with guns so big they put a hole through you the size of a hoola ? hoop believe you me the streets do see that lyrically I'm in a zone like a 3 2 D if I ain't DWI-ing up the BQE I'm blowin some boon with Toon in a 323 Flashy nigga it ain't a flow to match up to it this that music that make a nigga act up to it (uh) you might get smacked stabbed or clapped up to it I'm so head of my time I find myself tryin to catch up to it you know (Chorus) K: If it's beef J: The hood know what it is SP: Tell'em Kiss J: The hood know what it is K: If it's Beef F:Yeah J: The hood know what it is K: Three words 1-8-7 SL: You know what they want right K: If it's beef J: The hood know what it is SP: Tell'em Kiss J: The hood know what it is SL: You know what they want righ K: If it's beef F:Yeah J: The hood know what it is K: Three words 1-8-7 You know what they want right x2 K: Three words 1-8-7 |
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(Chocolate Ty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Chorus) (Chocolate Ty) Knock knock who is it, knock knock who is it Knock knock who is it, nigga let me the fuck in x2 C'mon! (Chocolate Ty) Somebody open this door I'm trying to get in this game I go by the name Choc belong in the hall of fame In the type of game I'm in I belong next to Wilt Chamberlin I'm not at all a baller but I do know all the rules I refuse to let you be the reason that I lose and I ain't never been afraid of another MC that's just as dope as me you must be outta your mind if you think you come close to me I could rhyme, I could write, I could rap, I could sing nigga I can do it all got guns got knifes got bats ain't a thing to go to war you could get your baddest biggest niggaz that you running with I'm equipped with 16 hollow tips to fill up in this clip I got a whole lot of niggaz that'll ride you don't want to collide (Chorus) (Drag-On) Y'all going to make a nigga kick down your door snatch your bricks, smack your bitch, sawed off everybody Hit the floor anybody move I'm poppin off double R get shit jumping off here's a brick bitch nigga pump it off we the niggaz when it comes to war when it comes to these streets we done it all Damn niggaz say they don't like this verse that's a quick way to catch a ride in a hearse skip the hospital skip the nurse get the casket get the dirt dump the body with the shottie when it comes to this shit I spit the best fuck the rest I spit the slang and I got shit that'll split ya vest I call the shots you call the cops y'all niggaz never gave me all my props I don't give a fuck if I ball or not I'll get a motherfuckin baller popped Before a nigga let the mag pop get off Drag's cock Since I came back niggaz mad huh Double R got a nigga back huh nigga (Chorus) (Chocolate Ty) May god be my witness by the time I'm finished my business I'ma put my foot through the door knock this bitch off the hinges soon as I step on the floor I'm surrounded by women shoulda let me in in the beginning too many beginners pretending I can't believe how the industry keeps signing niggaz that ain't got no type of flow They drop a little mixtape cop a little v8 now think they got some dough I wanna know what your problem is I'm gettin tired of executives we belong in the record biz Choc Ty that's is who it is Black eye is the entertainment everything we drop you know is flaming straight to the top is where we aiming changing the game is what we claiming we the best around let the games you playing around I'm tired of knocking on the door I'm bout knock it down (Chorus) Nigga let me the fuck in x2 |
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(Swizz Beatz)
We are having a party in the United States of America Where the girls get naked and the fellas buy the bar so bring the noise (Chorus) (Swizz Beatz) I wanna know what ya got here, what ya got there what ya got here, what ya got there Touch ya knees and touch ya back get a lil drink don't know how to act x2 (Cross) I'm up in the club, I'm drunker than a muh'fucker My eyes is low, I'm higher than a skyscraper Shorty in my ear like is we gon' slide later I'm like a charity the way I give away paper The way I pop bub, heavy tips for the waiter I'm getting love like I just came home Fresh out the black box and the shackles is chrome Now it's back to the fiesta When it comes to this mic I'm a molester Let mami sip grapes so I can caress her She saw the Batman doors that's what impressed her So I took her to the crib, so I could bench press her - word (Chorus) Cross: We do what ever we want- we take what ever we want Infa.Red: First it was the Fever, then it was Rooftop now it's Cherry Lounge (Infa.Red) You getting money put that cake up you got ice where your jacob I'm tryin to make shorty smear her make up hood rat chick or paparazzi hottie new york face with a down south body you hatin cause my name ringin, chain swingin what's in my pocket could have everybody and they momma blingin got swizz on the snare while he out in Korea front in here you'll disappear what you know about stars island bottles poppin same house paris hilton gave top in you know who the hell I be I-N-F-A-R-E-D live from V.I.P (Chorus) C: I take the bottle and your chick then party til the suns up I: Inhale the weed until you cough a lung up Shorty how it feel hangin with stars I give it to you in all singles like Ray Charles C: Now strip for me lick your lips for me Work that pole that's how you get grip from me I: My niggaz howl at the moon vidal sassoon If you don't look good we don't look good C: Peierre Joliet fuck what you say I: Then zoom through the crowd like a car on the thruway S: Stop wait a minute bow down it's Double R hand over the crown (Chorus) |
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(Aja)
We are the champions, we can't stop cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down (Infa.Red) By any means necessary I'mma hold down tradition white tee blue jeans yeah I fit the description (That's right) know what's richer for the drugs in our waist we dark so they put the flashlight in our face racial profiling send me straight to the island hit me with the night stick the captain start smiling the foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hair it's forbidden so no one goes there the struggle never stops (Never stops) still we wake up to spoiled milk and roaches crawling out our cereal box they feed us lies blind our eyes if your hand the same color as mine's black man rise (Chorus- Bunny Wailer) (Aja) To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings ghetto children (ghetto children) this is how we living (this is how we living) all my gangsta soldiers in the prison don't worry it's a totally new beginning (Styles P) Yeah, this is how we living, don't worry about that. My peoples been in the cage for criminal ways (been in the in the cage for criminal ways) for the fact that we couldn't take minimum wage we had stacks in the back of the building (back of the building) brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children now I keep my mind in the movement (yeah) time in the movement cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement (yeah) now we gotta plan for the future (plan for the future) and watch for the man cause they don't cuff you no more they just shoot ya (watch for the man, haha) time for a new beginning revolution is coming see the bullets out the ruger spinning and we ain't gon stand down we gon stand up black man black power put your black hands up (Chorus) (Cross) Yeah, c'mon! yes sir, c'mon! I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan now I'm on the block like the strip is a marathon the hood ain't been the same since Malcolm and King gone tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song everybody petrified ever since 9/11 the hood was under attack before 9/11 tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons my worst nightmare is Bush getting re-elected the jails is packed everybody stressed out gimme the key and I'm letting all the lifers out so they could rebuild and work for a dollar bill take the shackles off ya mind we running outta time (Chorus) |
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(feat. Noreaga , Pirate)
[Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton [Verse 1] Tell me what you want I'm down with double R Everybody know pirate is out this world This is for the cats fighting fevers Keep fight till the club closes And if your them girls that get down I'm on fire so all ya getting burned down A lot of them reveal to see And I let them do what they want The one's that stay I front them Suit and a flag and I take a few with me I ain't no saint that's why I wake them up I like her so much that with Nore I sing to her I hold her and caress her... I'm a complete man That's why girls don't leave me alone And I give them what they ask for And this is what they decide [Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton [Verse 2] Lets go lets go its all good line up What ya want my ladies Yeah and we could grind up and you can sign up You know baby go head and pour the wine up Reggeaton godfather New York boricua Puerto Rican New York Yeah I got a fresh girl and she a fresh girl And I grab her right by the ass that make her mess up Catch me in my P.R stance I'm like take that Handout my pistol like take that And I get ass nothing like menudo Brugal and hennesey you can tell I'm hard Ruff Ryders harder Mila-tainment harder To my star big ma and killah three harder harder Pirate on the track with me what it is loco A lil big bigger a little bit a little [Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton [Verse 3] Tell me if you like the way that I seduce you When pirate gets you high and get you loose ma' Everybody knows that my music gets inside you When you see what I have its gon' scare you Cause you never seen what I brought you If you ask questions ma' you'll get put on What I'm worth a bill real big ma' Come wit me girl cause I'mma calm you down And please I ain't looking for no love ma I'm arrogant for me this is regular I don't advise throw myself without permission I catch you chicken and like a chicken I fuck you I don't know about you but I sing it like it should be sung Now you gon' see how pirate gonna make you fall I wanna know if with me you get loose ma Let's go hang out I feel like driving around [Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton |
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(feat. Noreaga , Pirate)
[Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton [Verse 1] Tell me what you want I'm down with double R Everybody know pirate is out this world This is for the cats fighting fevers Keep fight till the club closes And if your them girls that get down I'm on fire so all ya getting burned down A lot of them reveal to see And I let them do what they want The one's that stay I front them Suit and a flag and I take a few with me I ain't no saint that's why I wake them up I like her so much that with Nore I sing to her I hold her and caress her... I'm a complete man That's why girls don't leave me alone And I give them what they ask for And this is what they decide [Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton [Verse 2] Lets go lets go its all good line up What ya want my ladies Yeah and we could grind up and you can sign up You know baby go head and pour the wine up Reggeaton godfather New York boricua Puerto Rican New York Yeah I got a fresh girl and she a fresh girl And I grab her right by the ass that make her mess up Catch me in my P.R stance I'm like take that Handout my pistol like take that And I get ass nothing like menudo Brugal and hennesey you can tell I'm hard Ruff Ryders harder Mila-tainment harder To my star big ma and killah three harder harder Pirate on the track with me what it is loco A lil big bigger a little bit a little [Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton [Verse 3] Tell me if you like the way that I seduce you When pirate gets you high and get you loose ma' Everybody knows that my music gets inside you When you see what I have its gon' scare you Cause you never seen what I brought you If you ask questions ma' you'll get put on What I'm worth a bill real big ma' Come wit me girl cause I'mma calm you down And please I ain't looking for no love ma I'm arrogant for me this is regular I don't advise throw myself without permission I catch you chicken and like a chicken I fuck you I don't know about you but I sing it like it should be sung Now you gon' see how pirate gonna make you fall I wanna know if with me you get loose ma Let's go hang out I feel like driving around [Hook] Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton Tell me what you want mami is it my heart You know it papi gimme reggeaton Tell me if you like it so I can be your man You sure daddy gimme reggeaton |
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(Chorus- Aja)
Top down hair blowin in the wind rims spinning That's what Ryders do Just me and the road I'm so in control and I'm feeling extra cool (Ryde Out) I got the sun shining on my face eyes tinted by my Louis Vuitton shades Ohh that's what Ryders do Ohh that's what Ryders do (Scarlett) Can you picture me on sunset watchin the sunset through the rear view of a sixty-seven corvette I am not at all stressed cause I just seen the sun shine for my nigga cause he still doin jail time it could be worse I figure I'm roling down the window niggaz whistling and pssst-per-in I'm actin like I don't hear I'm tryin to feel the breeze my mind is in Belize I'm in the wife beater turning down the A.C I'm taking time for me wonder where I'ma be in seven years I'm doin sixty planning carefully I'm on the inter state I'm playin Mary-J Reminiscing on the love we had can you relate its just another day but it coulda been my last that's why I'm riding till its time to stop and get some gas I'm watching riders pass with arms all out they ass they on bikes throwin they R's up I throw 'em back (Chorus) (Kartoon) Yeah, roll with the winners mami you see them spinners mami whip clean shoes come off for you and a mami ice bling like a candle light dinner mami five screens shit look like the staples center mami I'm in a six coupe bumpin Big Snoop nah, I'm in a blue drop bumping 2Pac staring at the ocean mind on a new yacht one button stash nine in the fuse box I'm on the interstate they call P C H in the front seat lean back like it's easy eight I move at heavy speeds I let the D's debate ease the brakes ninety on the turn like a piece-a-cake air in the window blowin I got the indo goin rims look like they moonwalkin when the benzo goin smoking thinking drinkin lets spend a moment every sunny days a weekend and it's a tender moment (Chorus) (Aja) What else can I say It's just another day I'm high off these trees I'm feeling great a smile up on my face I'm happy to just see another day my niggaz ride by (Scarlett) I got my top down hair blowin I don't know where I'm goin but niggaz stareing like my top down brazier showin low riders red showin they lookin like I'm switchin they wanna see my trunk space but I don't feel them niggaz wanna see my tattoo's they screamin Scarlett baby can I get at you maybe another time boo I'm having piece of mind I double back if I decide to share a piece of mine right now I'm riding baby boo you see me with my crew my bitches callin in sick ridin tomorrow too cause that's what riders do whenever the sun shines you see I got my shades on cause this is my time matter of fact ride time (Chorus) |
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(Chorus- Akon) (Flashy)
How many days we gonna live our life struggling on the streets (c'mon) How many days we gotta live our life (what?) searching for a way to eat (You gotta) You gotta stay down stay down just to see a brighter day (day) Stay down stay down just to live a better way (c'mon) Stay down stay down just to live a brighter day (what?) Stay down stay down just to live a better way (Flashy) Yeah, How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is your brother That's what happens when that man is from the gutter (uh-huh) And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone He never knew what family was he grew up in a broken home Ever since twelve years old he was known as grown 'cause ever since twelve years old he was on his own And even though it seemed like school was the best plan His only choice was distributing the rock like Def-jam While everybody else was getting diplomas He graduated from the middle of the strip to the corner But I don't knock him cause he tryin to bubble There's no food on the table, the rents past due and that's why he hustles And I ain't sayin that its right to be dealin All I'm sayin is I feel him I guess I just see eye 2 eye wit his struggle you know (Chorus) (Flashy) Yeah, Now baby girl's got a promising future (huh?) But her moms passed away while she was younger and her father's a loser He'd always abused her but what else you expect from a coward He wasn't even proud when she got accepted to Howard And even though she loves college everyday it would stress her But it wasn't cause of exams or she hate her professor It was her financial situation here she couldn't pay a semester And the only means of making it better was totally reversing the role Lap dancing working that pole even though deep down its hurting her soul And even if it meant taking off her clothes She was down for what ever to help her accomplish her personal goals And I ain't trippin off a-how shortie livin She gotta pay her tuiton put food in the kitchen and that's why she strippin And I ain't sayin I agree with her job but shit times is hard I guess I just see eye to eye with her vision you know (Chorus) (Flashy) Now see the moral of the story is this If you ain't tryin to help stop our troubles then don't knock our hustle Cause really at the end of the day its not ya'll struggle But you always got something to say Well hear this fuck you Yeah that's right I'm talking to you come try to sleep in our beds Eat off our plates, take a walk in our shoes Look at the world from our view try to live by our rules Drink the same water we do, put your kids in our schools I guarantee you won't maintain your health you'll probably try to end it all And hang yourself or bang yourself You couldn't possibly understand all pain we felt And without folding your hands play the games we dealt I'm being real I ain't tryin to be evil Look how we live, look how ya'll live C'mon be serious how is we equal Matter fact I feel I'm wasting my time I'm finished writing this rhyme Ya'll never gonna see eye to eye with my people you know (Chorus)x2 |
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(Hook - Flashy)
All my niggaz all my bitches get high get drunk get wild buck fool you know my style get crunk bitches bounce niggaz bounce let me give you that funk shit blunt shit while I make you bang it out your trunk (Verse 1 - DMX) You cats, talk slick but walk quick when the dog hit The dog hits coming back to the raw shit Aww shit they done let me back out the gate back out to tape back out to rape Back off the chains so please back out the way Before I blow ya back out with this f**kin AK Don't give a f**k what a nigga say no matter who he sound like Make sure you know what the rain is but its gonna be coming down like cats and dogs hold up it is cats and dogs keep f**king with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue twenty- two million sold lets keep it real most y'all killers ain't even twenty- two years old Aint never felt the cold wet behind the ears know what real pain is cried real tears I go hard bogard and stand my ground F**k y'all niggaz it's how its goin down baby (Hook) (Verse 2 - Jadakiss) It just don't look right Bullshit coke don't cook right The judge ain't throwin the book right Should thank the lord that you blew up softy Don't talk greasy you grew up off me I ain't letting go of the block and if I get a good enough grip I ain't lettin go of the lock If I happen to pinched I ain't goin to shock I'm gonna to get aquatinted with niggaz in general pop Stop but don't hate a?cause everybody got a lil blood to donate Thugs'll go ape the women'll come around shortly after that is when the jealousy sets in then they'll shut it down It's just raspy nothin on the neck wrist ware just classy no way I'm letting this money just get past me When all I had to do in the first place from the beginning was get nasty (Hook) (Verse 3 - Kartoon) Niggaz been waitin' for that west coast shit I tell them to go fish Blowin purple in a purple Laker jersey wit the gold kicks bitches be like Toon you a mutha f**kin trip Hop in the whip and lean til that mutha f**ka flip and every club in Cali crackin' its gangsta town keep a couple of niggaz with me that'll bang you down now lil mama put switches on and make it jump before me you needed Lil Jon to make it crunk naw for real come to Cali player take ya pump my New York niggaz leave y'all wit razor bumps now pappa raised a rolling stone I feel like pops In the absence of Makaveli I feel like Pac even though I got the deal I still might pop right in front of the po-po you could feel my shots man all my niggaz carry bangers we feel like SWAT and that's the reason why Rialto feel like Watts (Hook) |
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(Kartoon)
Y'all niggaz got a fuckin' problem wit' me? Do you know? Haha-haha... Ruff Ryders... (Chorus- Kartoon) I'll pour your blood in the streets I'll put your face in the dirt Pick you up and take you straight to the nurse From the hospital room you go straight to your hearse Then the paulbearers take you to church I'll pour your blood in the streets x2 (Kartoon) I tote hammers around like cell phones keep 'em on my belt So if you think you hotter than toon keep it to yourself Yeah I'm holding conversation you can speak to it yourself Just know when I reach I ain't reaching for my health And it ain't just for me I just ain't speakin for myself But every angel go hard to be in sequence with myself I run around spittin flame extinguishing myself and nobody gave me this vision I seen the shit myself far as rap go I'm just competing with myself so some of my nicest bars I'm speaking to myself rap niggaz can't fuck with me I'm sleeping with myself and I'm having my biggest issues beefin with myself might do some dumb shit to get even with myself but look how far I got just believing in myself nigga (Chorus) (Kartoon) Spits the pain on ya I spill ya blood in the gutter stretch your vains on the corner put your face in your shoulders lights out game is over get you hit for five cent who got change for a quarter y'all only hot as your last bar and ain't half as tough as they act dog bury cowards in they own back yard it ain't a muthafuckin thing change shit naw picture me piss drunk (Kartoon- Hook) don't go talking that slick shit you faggots know exactly how the angels get down approach us with a fucked up attitude and get banged down hit you with the fifth or get clipped with the tre pound I'll pour your blood in the streets don't go talking that slick shit you faggots know exactly how the angels get down approach us with a fucked up attitude and get banged down hit you with the fifth or get clipped with the tre pound (Chorus) (Hook) (Chorus) I'll pour your blood in the streets |
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Wooo! Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga *Watch 'em now, watch 'em now* (Chorus- Swizz Beatz) (Cassidy) Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga (Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em) (Cassidy) Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels My chicks real, with the menage and tip drills Give me a massage, then show me how them lips feel I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on the strip still And I grip steel, still keep the clip steel Everything I spit real, everything I spit ill Everything spit sick, for real When shit switch, ain't shit changed Like Rick James, I'm rich bitch Get change, big chain and wrist gliss I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this quick My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip Don't say shit bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click click Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste Palm over my forearm so I could shoot straight (Chorus) (Jin) My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time Throw in the towel, you done Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want It's a wrap, your career can not be saved Fuck makin a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav Before my album dropped, I rocked show for G's Blowin trees, while I'm tourin overseas Flew to PR, won a quick fifty G's And I'm still poppin up on Smack DVD's Aint got no platinum plaques for records sold But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm seven times gold Bout to blow, get set for detonation Speakin on behalf of the next generation (Chorus) Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em (J-Hood) Yo! No matter what they spit, I still ain't convinced Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints Hope your GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley You a punk and I'm a boss boy It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that nigga from the Lost Boys The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall Loosin your head and ya arms was just a casualty of war I got keys like a cord when I'm swingin a sword I could bring you the law, got them things on the fog We the best and I ain't got to spit a punchline 'Cause I do situps all over the track when it's crunchtime Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla I'll put this machette through the side of your chin chilla Black hoodie with the matchin fitted Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin midgets, yeah! (Chorus)x2 |
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All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up All my niggaz on the south side get it crunk and throw it up All my niggaz on the north side get it poppin' throw it up (Drag-On) Yeah, I don't give a fuck what set you claim or what block you from Or what ave you in I let off shots until the coppers come even bust shots at ya ambulances (uh) and I'm on that Double R shit we the niggaz when it come to that hard shit Drag's that nigga in the hood ya mamma told you don't get in the car wit Hop out the car give niggaz a dap they think you a gangsta I think it's a act cause you ain't never rob nothin' never shot nothin' never touched a piece of crack Drag ain't back the streets is back put the guns to his mom make him eat that kidnap his son send his feet back we Double R niggaz know where we at (Chorus) (Drag-On) I'ma nigga that could fuck with my thugs crip it up with the crips throw it up with the bloods drag use to never cook that rap like I cook that crack now my nicks look like dubs I could hustle I could flip that pack Crack in my bitch ass she shit that back (uh) niggaz wonder why she sit like that four five better rubber the grip like that this ain't the muthafuckin' dirty south It's that New York nigga wit that dirty mouth (uh) I'm the one feds heard about 'cause I'm the only nigga getting birds in a drop I spit the ridiculous fast dump a clip in ya ass Push ya shit in the back knocked ya shit is a rap All we gotta do put the hits out like park the car Up the block hit it and get in the cab (Chorus) (Drag-On) I got guns I ain't gotta use a mask with you a nigga I could never do crime with pop them nines with make a nigga up them shines quick show a nigga where the key's is at before a nigga show you where the leaves is at 'cause that's where we'll leave you at Double R we where the streets is at We could do it we could thug it out We could go get your people we could slug it out (uh) The last nigga frontin in the club The security came drug him out Double R show you what the thug about (uh) Anything we use go in and out knife or gun All my niggaz know not to run until the job is done c'mon! (Chorus)x2 |
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[Chorus] Ohh yeah do it pa' Ohh yeah do it pa' Ohh yeah do it pa' Do it daddy do it Ohh yeah do it pa' Ohh yeah do it pa' Ohh yeah do it pa' Do it daddy do it [Verse 1] I give it to her hard so she know who I be Instantly she fell and gave it to me She wanted me since the first time she saw me She felt me and it turned out she liked me I remember when I first saw her I chased her and inside I caught her (yeah?like that) Ma you're the one for me (ohhhhh) If you only imagine the stuff that I told her Night fell and she called me to come see her I got anxious ready to go beat that But she had to be mines for me to get that Everyday for me to solve all her problems She gets freaky on the phone when she calls me She's a freak too when I have her in the bed She's hood she's far from a dame Bad friend and sex full of drama [Chorus] Ohh yeah do it pa' Ohh yeah do it pa' Ohh yeah do it pa' Do it daddy do it [x2] [Verse 2] Without pity I give it to her so she remembers She sees nothing most things she misses Ma' sucks on me and even bites me Doesn't from shorty's the truth I saw her when she came through the door From what I see shes a lucky pussy to me It's better to be alive than dead in the bedroom I wanna see you wrapped up ma' Baby come here hold on to me Grind slow and move it to the side a little Pirate come hard, I give it to you hard but mellow Before I leave I give it to you girl like Take it, take it make the bounce like rubber [Chorus] |
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Be a little senseless directionless the best laid plans are usually a joke the road's gonna go where it wants to go and be a little fearless and careless this could be your most cherished mistake or a waste of time that's the chance you take (LT) Who can tell it's a shot in the dark but what the hell (Chorus - LT) you don't have to be so serious seriously why does it always have to be about lasting love you're too smart for that and I'm much too young just make me smile and make me laugh and let me slide into you like a bubble bath (LT) Stop looking for a reason for believing 'cause I don't think I want one anyway it is what it is at the end of the day but baby there's a cool wind and warm skin and long and liquid kisses soft and sweet and time as wide as an empty beach all I know you are who you are and you're so beautiful (Chorus) (LT) Baby you're so beautiful to me (Chorus) |
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