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Killa Cam

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[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (Killa!) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (Bases loaded) Killa Cam, Killa Cam (Uh-huh) Killa Cam, Cam (Santana on second, Jim on third) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (I'm at bat) Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (I'm 'bout to hit this shit out the world) Killa Cam (Ugh, Heatmakerz), Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam (Hahahaha) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (We make this shit clap) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (Killa! Killa!) Killa Cam, Cam, Killa [Verse 1] With the goons I spar, stay in tune with ma (What up?) She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'" Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (My Lord) Still the man with the pan, scrilla, fam, on board Now bitches, they want to neuter me, niggas, they want to tutor me The hooligan in Houlihan's, maneuvering's nothing new to me Doggy, I'm from the land of grind, pan-pan: gram or dime? Not toes or MC when I say "hammer time" Beef: I hammer mine, when I get my hands on nines If I had on 'Bama line, Corduroys, Cam'll shine Canary burgundy: I call it "Lemon Red" (Red) Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em "Lemonheads" Lemonhead, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg Gemstone, Flintstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred You unhappy, scrappy? (What's going on, Scrappy?) I got Pataki at me Bitches say I'm "Tacky Daddy," Range look like Laffy Taffy [Chorus] Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (uhh, it's me, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (sing) Killa Cam Cam Killa (uhh, it's me, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (clap, it's me) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (clap) (Harlem, I know y'all know about this) Killa Cam Cam Killa (Killa!) [Verse 2] Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck Rich and A hit the kitchens then were pitchin' up Rob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? (Killa!) So I parked in a tow-away zone Chrome...I don't care That car a throwaway, homes (Killa!) Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons Them niggas knew we bang Stood out like Pootie Tang Soon as the stoolie sings That when the toolie sing! Bang! Bang! Came from that movie ring Snap, crack jewelry bling Flapjack, ooh he bring Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!" Bad rap, cuties cling Ass cap, put them in the river I'm the sushi king And I'ma keep ya fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir, please confess Just say he's the best (Killa!) [Chorus] Killa Cam (sing) Killa Cam Cam (clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam (yes) Killa Cam Cam (it's me, sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa (clap, yes sir, uhh) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (it's me) Killa Cam (sing, clap) Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (Let me end this shit, listen) Killa Cam Cam Killa [Verse 3] (Killa!) Yo How dope is this? Teach you how to rope a chick What you want: coke or piff? Got it all, smoke or sniff? (everything) And you know my drift Used to figures, dough and shit (millions) You a rooster nigga, just a roaster, bitch And I roast ya bitch That's how it usually ends Tell her and her groupie friends Go get their coochie cleansed We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men Escada, Prada The chopper it got the Uzi lens Bird's-eye view The birds I knew flip birds Bird gangs, it was birds I flew And word I blew off herb I grew I would serve on stoops Now swerve in coupes It's me, sing! Killa, uhh [Chorus] Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa

Can I Live

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[Produced by Irv Gotti] [Intro] Yeah, hah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella We invite you to somethin' epic, you know? Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we become addicted Sort of like the fiends we accustomed to servin' But we feel we have nothin' to lose So, we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right? What do you bring to the table? [Verse 1] While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely My shit is butter for the bread, they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them, where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked, then clapped from close feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days A brother gotta admire me from four fiends away My pain, wish it was quick to see From sellin' 'caine 'til brains was fried to a fricassee Can't lie, at the time it never bothered me At the bar, gettin' my thug on properly My squad and me lack of respect for authority Laughin' hard, happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks Expectation for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more Big Willie, my game has grown Prefer you call me William Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmond-like Channel 7 News, round seven jewels, head dead in the mic Forgettin' all I ever knew, convenient amnesia "I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure." Lock my body, can't trap my mind Easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my residential for the weekend Confidentially speakin' in codes since I sense you peekin' The NSX rental, don't be fooled, my game is mental We both out of town, dog, what you tryin' to get into? Viva Las Vegas, see ya later at the crap tables Meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no Fraud Willies present gamblin' they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas [Chorus] Ge-ge-geyeahhh Can I live? Can I live? [Verse 2] My mind is infested with sick thoughts that circle Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity My crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it In tangible goods, platinum Rolex'd it We don't lease, we buy the whole car, as you should My confederation, dead a nation Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it boils to steam, it comes to it We all fiends, gotta do it: even righteous minds go through this True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewelers and watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams of gettin' cream "Let's do this," it gets tedious So I keep one eye open like CBS — you see me stressed, right? [Chorus] Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live?

Forgive Me Father

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Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for they grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin Vaseline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I move as smooth as castor cream in the club And dont pass my green or my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tag and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I ain't hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls of some liquor Gotta pull it on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Hook] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again [Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the scope its gonna blam The infra put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time an artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy when I'm passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the baggie you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teeth I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup Of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)

Down and Out

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[Produced by Kanye West and Brian Miller] [Intro: Cam'ron & Kanye West] Ugh, Killa! Baby! Kanye, this that 1970s Heron flow, huh? Yeah, let's speed it up Ugh, I'm back in, ugh, ugh They don't know we finna kill the game this year Killa! 'Ye! C'mon! [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Ayo, street mergers, I legislated; the nerve, I never hated On murders, premeditated—absurd! I hesitated Observe: cock and spray, hit you from a block away Drinking sake on a Suzuki; we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place Pluck your ace, take your girl, fuck her face She dealing with Killa, so you love her taste She swallowing Killa 'cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking, kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the juxes You would've thought I was from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking Did like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding Now, the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar Interior, inferior; Star-Spangled Banner Car game bananas, mob manning tanners Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers, he's back [Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (I'm down, down) I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out) But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no) Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out) 'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no) Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] I treat bitches straight up, like Simon Says Open vagina; put your legs behind your head Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red You got pets? Me too: mines are dead, doggy Fox, minks, gators, that's necessary Accessories, my closet's Pet Sematary I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo, I run scandals with savages All my niggas get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what? Dog, I'd rather shoot I go to war, old Timbs, battered boots Hand grenade, goggles and a parachute Y'all don't even know the name of my flip It was "Touch Me, Tease Me" when Case was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get: Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris', oww! [Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (I'm down, down) I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out) But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no) Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out) 'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no) Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Ugh, Killa, yo, yo, ayo— You dealing with some sure shit, my bitches pure thick Play razor tag, slice your face, you're it! It's I who come by, drive-thru Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky-blue Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2'' I approached her—"Hi, boo, how you? Pony skin Louie? Oh, you fly too You a stewardess? Good, ma—I fly too" Now, a nigga got baking to bake Harlem shake? Nah, I'm in Harlem shaking the weight Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Just your picture, though; you still taped in a lake I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed the dough, I had to load the four I hope a nigga heard when I said "I told you so" Ugh, Killa! [Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (I'm down, down) I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out) But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no) Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out) 'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no) Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh) [Outro: Cam'ron] Mine! Killa! You already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Naptown, St. Louis Chicago, of course Westside, holla at me Southside, wild hundreds You know what it is, Ohio Columbus, holla at your boy You know what else I do: Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati

Fly In

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[Intro] So they ask me "Young boy What you gon' do the second time around? How you gon' come back?" I tried told 'em "I come back like 32 I jump back like 33" Ugh, hit me That's nothing This is Tha Carter II, people This is Tha Carter II, people Hey [Verse] They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor I ain't snitching, your honor Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power Vacate when that kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter Open the cabinet, close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry Usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh Make harm and I bomb you in public Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want I'm so 504, you got to kill me here If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like that

Lollipop Remix

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[Intro: Lil Wayne] Haha Uh-huh No homo (Young Mula, baby!) I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper Remix, baby! [Verse 1: Kanye West] Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top That hit the spot 'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop? Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese" Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay" I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh! You know what it is when we out of town We balling too serious, and you out of bounds So come here, baby girl You're now fucking with the best in the world [Break: Kanye West & Static Major] Lollipop The best in the world Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop World, world She— She lick me like a lollipop [Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] Shawty want a thug, thug, thug Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club) Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper And she gonna lick the rapper And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture" I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard" I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo! Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate Your girl want to participate She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix! [Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit 'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck ​iPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text Haha! So wrap it up! Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper [Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club, club, club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!) [Outro: Static Major] Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop) Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)

Im Not You

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[Intro: Pusha T] No, no, no! I told you, I lived this shit I ain't up here just rappin' and tappin' Spittin' and skittin' and shit Naw, uh-uh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper I'm not you, Pusha [Verse 1: 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 that's green Me driving up fast with the lean Zonin' family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab Nah bitch, we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling Brothers skits Whether bitch hop out, or the Glock pop out Ya know what I'm about, blow clear ya sinus 'til the snot drop out [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn lie Got 'em right here, and if I don't like you, the grams hide Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it Make 'em 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 a lot of shots, A.I. style And 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 'caine that 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, your own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate [Verse 3: Roscoe P. Coldchain] I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sets Nigga, that's funny, you say you a killer, how? What is it, the return of the killer clowns? Akhi, you put no fear in my heart I make ya people say, "Wow, that didn't look like my man" They flipped him upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit with ten rounds at point blank and point blank Coldchain 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 jogged up on em, pressed the 40 up on him shocked 'em Made his head stand on end and like a baby, I rocked 'em The coffin the cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Call Coldchain "Super Nigga," I got X-Ray vision, I see through men And squeeze triggers with bullets that go through men [Verse 4: Styles P] Fuck with S.P., that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll break ya chest No sleep like I hate to rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love getting slept on Cause I'm rawer than dope, fresh out of Africa that never been stepped on Dawg, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday, the Ghost the main reason why your set gone Why I love riffing 'em poor? You wouldn't understand, cause my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle, I want to learn to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for? Creeping through the hood and Shit ain't really good but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull I want ya insides out so I mean it when I pull [Verse 5: Malice] Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick, "No, I move coke" (uh-uh) And you and I don't share no common bond So forgive me if I don't receive 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 streets I seen them pay 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 ain't shit (I ain't shit) My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that

Family Ties

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[Verse 1: Cam'ron] Killa, Dipset Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This ain't the pimp camp: pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp-slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp Ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay I'll soufflé ya toupée and bottles be a bouquet Right where you stay, or where you stayed That .45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that For 9 years in Spain had the time share Back to Times Square...I got dimes here By the Port Authority, but I got more authority Your girl she ordered Mauri, checks she forge 'em for me Reporters report me how she report to the orgy But it's more to the story: her daughter applaud me [Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa! Uhh From the back of the cop-ride To black-on-black, black when we cop rides I will not hide, "hi ma, hot thighs" Dick on her nose...now she's cock-eyed From whippin' the bacon rolls to outside whippin' the bacon Rolls Sanaa Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough 80 holes in your shirt, there: your own Jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the Poconos, I'm talkin' the Aspens, to slopes we go You get the "okey doke", play me, baby I hope he know We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio (Fuckin' liar), I hold him with blue mittens 2 pigeons, "what the fuck are you pitchin'?" 1 house, 2 kitchens...who's bitchin'? I bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-Schnickens (And I don't trust a hoe) That's mother to baby-mother Motherfucker, you look like a lady-lover I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker And it's well known that Rell home Yup, hit E.T up on the cell phone As your family dies, and my family rise Call the network, Dipset, Family Ties (Killa) [Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset [Verse 3: Cam'ron] They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint I was Fort Laudi, you was Saint Latter-Day Saints Whips get lathered in paint Rap with the rappers, scrap with the actors, cap back: abracadabra And I'm appalled think that we at all comfortable Me in Mauris, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable They mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor Auction coke to the coppers, Glocks in the locker and Who you supposed to be? Get hung from the rosaries Call me "C.O.D." - that's coke and them Os of D Some OD'ed, B off them Os of D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me Put ya drugs in the air, give a toast to me Pump that Dip in ya veins, get dope like me Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me For real, nigga, on the real the last hope is me [Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Rockin and Rollin

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[Verse 1] Ay yo you wonder who I are I guzzle up at the bar But you see me in the cars that start with the double R Range Rover, Rolls Royce, even got a Rocky Rolly See more ice than a hockey goalie Baby eating guacamole I did without Now I live it out Cars? got to whip it out Every year I get it out (Why?) I be long gone (Where?) probably Hong Kong Girls with their thong on I'm playing Don Juan Drinking Chandon Where the chron, ma? "You smoke weed?" "What you think, girl? Uh-huh!" Start the car up Take her on a long ride Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side No I'm sorry This is the Ferrari Limon like Bacardi Rock with safari But la di da di We like to party And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody [Hook] We was rockin' and rollin' Now we rollin' and smokin' On the phone and we chokin' While you strollin' and hopin' For the tone which you spoke in And I know that you're open Live a Branson life and a brand new 5 Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam be live [Verse 2] Ay yo come on, girlfriend I ain't no actor, really So when you come around here don't be acting silly Askin "did he?" Come on I got the baddest biddies Ass is pretty Like hoes down in Magic City Now you smoke hoes and the coco Niggas say I'm loco Cause I'm low low from the po-po Every night I stroke hoes No-no for homos F doing promos I was Def already I just added the So-So Wherever we at Ready to act Better be strapped I live the life of Riley Whether Teddy or Pat And when it come to the cash Bet I'm heavy with that If your man want to bet Then I bet he be cracked And your little girlfriend She was wet off the bat From the Chevy tonight; Yo, I'll bet she be back For the one night stand Yeah, the sex in the sack Yo I ask her if she miss it Then I tell her to kiss it Come on [Hook] [Verse 3] Ay yo your girl around me? That's like sand to a beach Or a gram to a ki or a branch to a tree Your money? That's my advance to a G And you'll see me and Lance to the B Yeah acting wild Jimmy back me, child How long you think an ounce gonna last me now? But I love when hoes call me "The Cat's Meow" Cause I run up in them and I make their cats meow Are you hip to the jive? How we get to the thighs? Half of my game? Yo, that shit be a lie But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the 5 And I'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive Baby am I slick Oh your friends are sick To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks And my clique Yo we get the dank and bounce And put another half a mil in my bank account

Lord You Know

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[Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 1: Cam'ron] With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle Percocet, Demerol, capsules of Paxil Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too But the monster made it Do it for those incarcerated, who had it confiscated Hate it when they take powder Upstate he take showers Baby moms on Greyhound for 8 hours See her man face-to-face through the glass On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash Cocaine, he had that game in a smash Felt like the Towers when the planes went on crash It wasn't 9-11, but it was 9-1-1 Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun I told him get his 9 and run Turned himself in, I had to find that dumb [Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Ayo, them niggas from the three two, said I can't breeze through The 40 if I cop bottles, we can't believe you Me who? Please boo, landin' in that G2 Same color as beef stew, favorite letters: GQ That's me, true, peach/blue, Hebrew Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fees stew, steep? Woo! But it might lead to that R2D2, the mobsters creep through We the new PE, shittin, pee-ew To the hood: y'all don't need me, I need you 'Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain Always a snitch in the game, what you want: prison or fame? Either one, dun, long as my digits the same He lookin' frigid, dig it, make sure them digits get changed 'Cause I can't be in Hell's cell, shout out to Mel Mel Cash and Hell Rell, Zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell He comin' home on '07 and 12 cells 'Cause you must have known, I can't trust the phones For the dough you'll be like Doe, stuck at home [Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Nowadays dog, they raid up in the ballparks Blaze 'em when they cross sharks We raiders of the lost ark I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box More props, R.I.P. my poor pops Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops My antennas will block the scanners I got blammers, you'll drop your hammers Lawyers to watch lawyers, cameras to watch cameras Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch Grandma In pajamas I snuck out to watch Santa Now look at Killa, you gon' watch Santana [Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Now I was born by the river in a little tent Little gate, little fence - I climbed over Little scrapes, little dents - I got over That was just the beginning it's not over It's been a long time comin' Cam It's been a long time riding and a long time running, man Shit done changed since The Wop and The Running Man Since Nino, Gee Money, The Carter, and the Duh-Duh Man It's no longer a New Jack City It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash Spent a long time coming up this road And I ain't talking rap, man, I'm coming up this road I'm talking crack, man and coming up with O's I'm coming up with halves and coming up with wholes Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes They would boof it and go, I receive it move it and roll I was comin' from the Q, Zeek was comin' from the O Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough We was all on the paper-run Yeah, waiting for a change to come Now look: the change has come The 7-Pick Up, Yukon, the Range is come The day has come, Dipset remains the ones Most hated by you other motherfuckers In this game, we remain, it's a shame cuz

Money On My Mind

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[Intro] Yeah Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah) Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah) Money on my mind, money on my mind (That's right) Money—money on my mind So money is all I think of (That's right) Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch) Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know) M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch) Money—money on my mind (Bitch) Money—money on my mind So money is all I think of (Ayy) Yeah [Verse 1] Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah) I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr) Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah) Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick I know But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp Then like ranch, I dip (Gone) And the hustle is all muscle, just strength When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two) I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah) Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha) I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah) Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin' [Chorus] Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah) Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money [Verse 2] Yeah Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh) In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah) Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch) Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?) He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah) Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah) These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch) I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn) I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah) That cake, like it's, it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me? Where money's more important than a person, nigga [Chorus] Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money [Verse 3] Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay) I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay) I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah) There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh) I'm just bein' modest (Yeah) Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch) She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah) Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah) Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do (Uh) Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah) I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah) I love it, I fuckin' love it I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah) Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin' Pistol on my lap on the way to the money [Chorus] Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money, yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money

Think Yall Know

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[Verse 1] You ain't never seen a nigga this large Motherfuck the house, the nigga's garage is as big as the projs I move from city to city like a nigga at large Smooth as Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars Like you really gon' get me You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty The chilla's wrong with me You can look at the kid and see just how them Chinchillas gonna fit me I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me Any bitch that chill or jones with me End up butt ass naked inside a Villa home with me I got a ziplock the killer grown with me A hit of this Bobby 'll let me feel up on Whitney Justin will cry rivers like he feel I boned Britney I really don't get me, I really won't get me YEAH! [Hook] I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin' to be fucked with I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Verse 2] I'm often asked, HEY, ain't you that guy There's no one else from head to ankle that fly Who put slugs point blank through that guy And there's nothin' that these dudes ain't do that I, can't do at my Earliest convenience, your girlie ain't been seen since The feature with Lil' Mo, over 2 million people, I've reached with my little flow They said sounded like the kid's speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh) Personally I think they was reachin' a little though But now they callin' just to get a feature so it'll blow I'm teachin' my little bro To stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes I use the Black Star Power on broads Even devil worshippers gotta bow to the God I know all you cowards, it's hard Your career's dead so I send flowers and cards Without regards, nigga [Hook] I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin' to be fucked with I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Outro] Uh, uh, nigga I think they know by now Who the fuck I be Uh, yeah, but um I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T-F-A-M-I-L-Y Uh, for all you non-spelling motherfuckers, Street Family Yeah, uh, Brooklyn Uh, Fuck up, word to Brooklyn Ha Ha!

DEvils

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[Produced by DJ Premier] [Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" [Verse 1] This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak, we're all tryna win But then again, maybe it's for the best though 'Cause when they're sayin' too much You know they're tryna get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out Couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine-to-five is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills poisoned my body, I used to say fuck mic skills I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right, it's wicked – that's life, I live it Ain't askin' for forgiveness for my sins, ends I break bread with the late heads Pickin' their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changin' us And now we're lethal, infected with D'evils [Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" [Verse 2] We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin' The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced I kept feedin' her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever foresee? We used to stay up all night at slumber parties Now I'm tryna rock his bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears Know she's wishin' we were still close Don't cry, it is to be; in time I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils [Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" [Verse 3] My flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses The Exorcist got me doin' sticks Like, "Homie, you don't know me But the whole world owe me, strip!" Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothin' nice Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly But now this higher learning got the Remy in me Liquor's invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off – Momma, forgive me I can't be held accountable, D'evils beatin' me down, boo Got me runnin' with guys, makin' G's, tellin' lies that sound true Come test me, I never cower For the love of money, son, I'm givin' lead showers Stop screamin', you know the demon said it's best to die And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'evils [Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"

December 4th

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[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Gloria Carter] Shawn Carter was born December 4th, weighing in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces. He was the last of my four children. The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him. And that's how I knew that he was a special child. [Verse 1: JAY-Z] They say "They never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone." So on that note, I'm leavin' after this song So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long But at least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves Who made love under the sycamore tree Which makes me a more sicker MC, and my momma would claim At 10 pounds, when I was born, I didn't give her no pain Although through the years I gave her her fair share I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose; I ain't perfect, I care But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matchin' my gear Now I'm just scratchin' the surface 'cause what's buried under there Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted Hold on [Interlude: Gloria Carter] Shawn was a very shy child growing up. He was into sports, and a funny story is at 4 he taught himself how to ride a bike. A two-wheeler at that, isn't that special? But I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up. [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Now, all the teachers couldn't reach me And my momma couldn't beat me Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seein' me So, with that disdain in my membrane Got on my pimp game; fuck the world, my defense came Then DeHaven introduced me to the game Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine, I'm a hustler now My gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin' me now My self-esteem went through the roof, man, I got my swag Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had Supposedly, knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack-ass I'm gettin' ahead of myself; by the way, I could rap But that came second to me movin' this crack "Gimme a second, I swear," I would say about my rap career 'Til '96 came, niggas, I'm here; goodbye! [Interlude: Gloria Carter] Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping until the wee hours of the morning. And then I bought him a boom box, and his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts. But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble. [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Goodbye to the game, all the spoils, the adrenaline rush Your blood boils you in the spot, knowin' cops could rush And you in a drop, you're so easy to touch No two days are alike except the first and fifteenth, pretty much And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up And the drought will define a man when the well dries up You learn the worth of water without work You thirst 'til you die, yup! And niggas get tied up for product And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up To show mothers they really got 'em And this was the stress I lived with 'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven For every bad decision I made, every sister I played ‘Cause I'm still paranoid to this day And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I made This is the life I chose, or rather, the life that chose me [Outro: JAY-Z] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade...

98 Freestyle

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[Verse 1] Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back, I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting Trigger temper, I'm quick to body something You looking at me like I'm probably fronting I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all 'Cause niggas like you be praying on my downfall Hoping I flop, hoping I stop You probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smoking the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool How come? You can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'mma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "Dammit, this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas [Verse 2] Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time (Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin' I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out Keep fronting and I'mma choke you till your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that? Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right That pussy was tight — gripping my dick like a pair of pliers You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smoking My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week, bring a different car out Go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain’t a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first 'Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with—fuck them too, I’ll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take? I ran through every bitch in my path I was fucking chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half Yo, I’mma take you out your misery And after this, nigga Put you in the social study book 'cause you’re history

What Happened to That Boy?

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[Intro: Birdman] Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga, put it in the air, mo—) (Birdman, motherfucker) Birdman, motherfucker, fucker Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA) NO, nigga (NO, nigga) What you smell? (Money smell) Coca leaf plants, boy (Coca leaf plants, bitch) Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker Ayy-ayy, yola, come on, little'un', handle your business for me, boy [Hook: Pusha T, Birdman, & Malice] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Whoa) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Malicious) He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Yeah) [Verse 1: Malice] I heard they snitching on a player; man, say it ain't so Even as a young'un', they consigned me to blow Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold While they was taking baby steps from an eighth to an O Word in the streets that the envy is me Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep Magnified face help the bitch see clearly Nine on the waist, hit the bitch up severely I'm known for the flip of that cocaína I'm heavy in the street like the 7-Serie' Beemer, man Hit 'em with the Nina, man Or that four-fit', guaranteed to lean your man, whoa! I'm the reason that your block is vacant Malicious will hit you just to make a statement, bitch Clipse and Cash Money—who ain't rich? Don't compare me to you, nigga; you ain't this, whoa! [Hook: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Birdman] Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher (Let's get this money, nigga! Let's get this money!) Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes Been shitting up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy (Cuff 'em up, light 'em up, bitch) Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie Shit one, throw one, nigga, flood the block If I don't go to jail, nigga, birds gon' flock (Brrr! Brrr!) Nigga sitting on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot! The bird just landed so the hood gonna rock New whips, big chips, the Prada-Gucci shit Bought mami a fly Benz, the wide, skinny lips She takes my flight, she holds my weight While the Port was staked out from state to state It ain't nothing to a baller, baby Pay the cost, big money, heavyweight, Birdman, hood boss, baby Stepping on my line, I'll show a little something Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch you [Hook: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy [Verse 3: Pusha T] Ugh! Another soul lost Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche Ugh! The rims match, of course Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them Glistening, wrist on chiller Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer I put this on my Lord: My niece was four when she felt chinchilla I passed the chauffeur that shit That made fiends rise from the dead like "Thriller" Gangster, hustler At night, still found time to kiss my mother Live like I'm dreaming, kick my feet up Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon, so Quit your yappin' before I get to clappin' And have your body parts mix-and-matchin', fella [Hook: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Ayy, ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Ayy, ayy) [Outro: Birdman] Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy There it is, nigga—there you have it (You know) Birdman, Clipse, you under-smell? VA (VA), you know? Uptown nigga (Uptown, ride out) We go anywhere with this bullshit (Anywhere with this bullshit) We flip bricks, you under-smell? (Gangster, motherfucker) Ayy, nigga, put this puzzle together Ayy, Pharrell, you did it this year, nigga (You did it, nigga) Thousand pieces (Uh-huh), puzzles (Star Trak), hundred, you know Let's get this money (Yeah, let's get the money, baby) Hey nigga, I smell something! Coca leaf plants, bitch (Coca leaf plants, you under-smell? Let's get the money, biatch!) Get money, motherfucker (Biatch!) However you want it, you can get it, pimp From gangster to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga We get it how we live Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga Money thing, motherfucker

Its Hot Some Like It Hot

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[Produced by Timbaland] [Verse 1] Yo, show closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah Place shutter down, who the fuck'll fuck around? Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentley driver nigga Keep a full clip, I have to empty out on niggas Ho bagger, no slacker, get this shit jumping Like eight blacks, four crackers, get your ass jumped Cris' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga Gat buster, ass toucher.. clit licker Go against Jigga your ass is dense I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cents? Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out My jewelry so bright you can turn these lights out Hova's like Noah keep two in the truck I'm like U-Haul; every bitch moving I fuck You move slut, I gotta put two in your butt I'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and what Nigga what? [Chorus] Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop [Verse 2] Separate myself from the lame, no you can't see me I'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-E Give my ladies dick, my young hoes pee-pee Hits in a row like MJ; "Hee-hee!" Since I was waist height, late night, busting in the clouds Running wild, coming home late, cussing out my mouth Niggas said, "Bryan leave your cousin in the house" Every time we play the Dozen, he's bugging out While y'all was playing yo-yo, I was sitting on low pros Dipping the po-po, getting that dough-dough No, no I ain't stupid I take loot kid What's in the bank? Shoot it Lose it like I ain't do it You wanna play Jigga, nigga? What you drank, fluid? Got a full tank, now you wanna pull rank? I clap steel, act ill, Jigga shoot thee Give you chest pains, leg sprains—absolutely! What! [Chorus] Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop, pop [Verse 3] .38 revolve like the sun round the Earth Try to play hard get you found 'round the dirt Six shell casings found round your shirt (Crying) In surround sound from the hearse Jiggaman, trigger man, hit your man up Six shots, hit the pole, hit the van up Kidnap grown folks get them grands up Timbaland, hot shit, get them hands up [Chorus] Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop, pop

Losing Weight Pt. 2

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[Chorus: Cam'ron] Ayo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Nah, fuck it get the beef and brocs: blue and gray Baby due today I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gon' hear a nigga momma die Yell out "homicide" [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Yo, 18 months? Please, that ain't facing time I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway 6 months, right back on the damn block anyway But look, money from across the street Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street Me and my peeps often meet And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat Walk with heat 'cause talk is cheap So dun stay silent Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from Violence, Killa Digital ten, shit get critical friend I got 800 invisible men That mean it could be the bank-man Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam Lady at the frank stand'll Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe Bitch is a renegade, she'll piss in your lemonade! And y'all dead now That you can bet now Do like a toaster put your bread down Upset now, hate when I gotta rep, clowns, blow TEC rounds In a collision, I see their ambition But they don't know them days I was stooped up and pitching Or all them hot summers I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90 I fried 350 on the stove and it's 90 outside I'ma get this girl that be stuffing my bricks Felt life cheated her, she be cutting her wrists Her mom died, her-on overdose stuffed in her wrist Father fucking her, older man fucking her sis But love my music, say I do nothing but hits She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits 'Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed Needed coke, needed dope, yeah, I gave her a fix So she went across the street, gave him a kiss Stuck her tongue out, flirted, played with his dick "You know Cam?" He said, "yeah", "Don't play with his chips" Stood back, blazed him with 6, amazing and shit Huh, Killa, Killa, Dipset nigga [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Yo, fuck losing weight We back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Take my moms, move away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby due today I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block 'til the shots hit me Until the shots get me [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice When it comes to spitting that fire, it's real dog, I live in the fire Used to being in the streets homie, in the midst of the fire Break work, put it in pots, sit it in fire Quick to grab the fifth and just fire Try to peel off, I'm hitting your tires Hittin' your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villains'll finish you off Head in your chest, brain- Dead on the Van Wyck expressway While I got my hand in the TEC, wave Niggas like "fuck, is he stupid?" (Yes I am) Cops wanna cuff me, do it You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sergeant troopers Look at my body, I lost so much weight Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight I'm telling Papi "front me a brick, let me owe that cake" He telling me he ain't got but so much weight He been waiting for his connection to come I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll compress it and stretch it to one" I'm on the block as usual With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual Watching for the cops that's moving through Me and my soldiers know the rules to use ‘case we get bopped by the dudes in blue We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued Or shots from the Ruger duke'll circle round your body like hula-hoops (woo!) Mami told me son, hold your own And one day you gon' grow to be a rolling stone I believed her... Juelz never let the cops get me On the block 'til the shots hit me... [Chorus: Cam'ron] Ayo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Nah, fuck it get the beef and brocs: blue and gray Baby due today I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gon' hear a nigga momma die Yell out "homicide" [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Yo, fuck losing weight We back on these highways we moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Take my moms, move away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby due today I got to move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block 'til the shots hit me Until the shots get me

Its Like That

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[Intro: Jay-Z, Kid Capri & Both] Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y'all Uhh, watch this y'all C'mon, Jigga, watch this y'all C'mon, Roc-A-Fella y'all.. Huh! Watch this y'all It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, come on! It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, don't stop, huh-huh! 'Cause I'm like that y'all, yeah I'm really like that [Verse 1: Jay-Z] As a young'un, dumb and gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with base Couldn't drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin' nothin' to waste Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin' in place Gettin' nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winnin', 'til the earth stop spinnin' Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not rememberin' My motto is, simply "I will not lose!" Abide by the block rules, I buy my Glocks used With bodies on it, let me know anybody want it? I'm raised, irrational, ways misunderstood If you ain't live like I live, then one with the hood I done what I could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature If hell awaits a, nigga I'm comin' with the razors Still flashin' ya shit, try to pass me in a six Type classy on the wrist, every bit of 30 karats This is, not a game this is not why I came May these words find a spot on your brain and burn Then I recycle my life, I shall return [Chorus: Liz Leite (Jay-Z)] How tight is your flow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How white is your blow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know ('Cause I'm like that) How tight is your flow? (Just like that yo) How right is your dough? (Just like that, huh) How white is your blow? (Uh huh, 'cause I'm like that) Only, write what you know (Watch this, yeah, watch this yo) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I'm a hop skip and a jump from grippin' the pump Spittin' a couple of curse words, and hittin' you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps I'm a motherfuckin' problem, is this what you want? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper 'Cause I, go in deeper, I only bone divas Impregnate the world when I come through your speakers (ha ha!) Fuck hot, my records got the fever Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up Caught him with his feet up and shoes off, 'bout to snooze off Hatin', 'cause you can't turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, why I don't fuck with you all I might bark at X, or spit at The LOX But, other than that, I don't be fuckin' with cats Just me, Ty and B-High, thug it like that E, Dame and Biggs, what's fuckin' with that? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin' for that Other than a couple of slugs in ya back (ha ha) Rappers y'all, runnin' around like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around Lord, accept this offerin' here's somethin' for your crown (please) I meant no malice, I just met his challenge and won [Chorus: Liz Leite (Jay-Z)] How tight is your flow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? (Just like that yo) How white is your blow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know (I'm just like that yo) How tight is your flow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How white is your blow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know (Just like that yo) How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only, write what you know How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only, write what you know [Ad-libs throughout Chorus: Kid Capri & Jay-Z] Put your hands up, put your hands in the air Put your hands up, get 'em up come on! Put your hands up, get your hands in the air Put your hands up, get 'em up, everybody put 'em up come on! Get 'em up come on! You know what I'm sayin' I'm built like that, you heard? I'm whole another level, we can put it on, you know Jigga, Kid Capri yo Soundtrack to the streets, nigga, huh 'Cause I'm like that y'all, ya heard? Holla back, bounce with me, bounce [Outro: Jay-Z] Girls and guns (uh huh), all I want (bounce) (Bounce with me, come on, bounce) Stock exchange (uh huh), rocks and thangs (bounce, Jigga, haha) Girls and guns (Kid Capri shit, huh), all I want (What's fuckin' with that?) Stock exchange (like that yo), rocks and thangs (I'm just like that yo)

More Gangsta Music

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[Intro: Juelz Santana] Gangsta Music, part two Dipset Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana (C'mon man!) Let's do it [Refrain: Juelz Santana] Can I get a (Jeah!) here! (Jeah!) There Everywhere a (Jeah! Jeah!) Up, down, left, right (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) Shorty's moving again (Jeah!) Shorty's loose with the pen (Jeah!) Shorty do it to win (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Say I walk around like I got a S on my chest TEC on my left, gangstas with me ready to step (Jeah!) I like a chick with big breasts on her chest Not flat, looking like somebody stepped on her chest (Jeah!) What! (Jeah!) Shit! (Jeah!) Fuck! (Jeah!) Bitch! (Jeah!) You so crazy! (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) My niggas spit the Glock (Oh-so-slow, whoa) Rudeboy, lick a shot (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!) Never seen a thinner pot (Hold so much coke!) Cook it to a bigger rock (Hey, hey, oh, whoa) And I be with them gangstas (Jeah!) I creep with the gangstas (Jeah!) Crack a Dutch or Philly and chief-chief with the gangstas I stay with a lady (Jeah!), she stay with a lady (Jeah!) They making me crazy (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) I spray 'em with babies (Jeah!) In they face 'til they hate me (Jeah!) And I'm making 'em crazy (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) And they like when I do it (Jeah!) They like when I move it (Jeah!) They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose (Purpose), like icy preservers More than likely, I'm the nicest you heard of! (Jeah!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) He's moving, moving, moving (Ayy!) We moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Stop moving (Ayy!), shots bruise 'em (Jeah!) Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc (Jeah! Jeah!) It's my year, so (Jeah!) It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Still listen to gangsta music (Ayy!) How them gangstas do it (Ayy!) Shorty came to do it (Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I bang with the five (Ayy!), I see hate in ya eyes (Ayy!) You waitin' to die (Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' your lives Love to keep bakin' new pies, scrapin' the scrapes off the side You can love it (Jeah! Ayy!), you can hate it (Jeah! Ayy!) You can want it (Jeah! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane (Coupe) State Troopers, they came; damn, he's moving again (Ayy!) ... I'm a better child You's a pedophile (Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I go throw lead around, my hoes throw head around They DTPs: deepthroat professionals My D-I-P's, we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstasy, lean, dope, and wet to sell (Sell) We blow jars of the dank (Yeah), like Bob Marley was wake Real shottas, fuck you foreigners stay? (What?) I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Y'all losing, losing, losing (Ayy!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) He's moving, moving, moving (Ayy!) We moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Stop moving (Ayy!), shots bruise 'em (Jeah!) Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc (Jeah! Jeah!) It's my year, so (Jeah!) It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Killa! I'm on the south side of Chicago Looking for a real hoe (Real hoe) I don't see a touchdown; arms up, field goal (Field goal) Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low (Psh!) Lil' dick, you a dickhead, nah, dildo (Dildo) I chill though, pipin' in the Range All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved with they fam? (Who?) Ask you: tattoos on they hand (Who?) Slang all the white (Who?), cruise with the tan (Who?) Pink on they back (Who?), blue in they band (Who?) Yellow on his ear (Who?), steam on the rock (Who?) Purple in the air (Who?), green in his pocket (Who?) I ain't dissing you, dog, I'm dismissing you Get the R. Kelly tape, and see how we piss on you That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris' on you (Uh-huh) Your family will be missing you—mwah! There's a kiss for you (Jeah!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) He's moving, moving, moving (Ayy!) We moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Stop moving (Ayy!), shots bruise 'em (Jeah!) Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc (Jeah! Jeah!) It's my year, so (Jeah!) It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!)

Mr. Carter

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[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa] [Intro: Lil Wayne] Yo, yo Drew and Inf This-this, this right here is crazy Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean? Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that Like colossal Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs) I heard you were lookin' for me [Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello) Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (I know, haha) Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello) Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (Hahahah) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, to you forever, from me to you I heard somebody say "Church!" I'ma need a suit I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof Didn't wear a bulletproof so I got shot and you can see the proof Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O, and even U Man, I got summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter than the sun Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all And I will never, I will never, I will never fall I'm being hated by the seasons So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason [Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world and I'm back again! Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again! Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?" Cause Wayne win, and they lose I call 'em April babies, cause they fools And when they snooze, we up! Feet up, like a paraplegia Or paraplegic? I parallel park In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe" I know my role and I play it well And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there Long hair, don't even care [Chorus: Sha-ron Prescott & JAY-Z] Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin') Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah) [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? Show no mercy in Murcielagos I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow Even if you box well, can't stop the blows Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room The dope boy I just came off the spoon Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe I see Euros, that's right: plural I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go (Hey Mr. Carter) Young! [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro I know, I ride slow, and when I pass They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z Don't forget Weezy, Baby! [Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir] Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (Haha) Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy) They've been wondering why (Baby!) Hey, Mr. Carter (Hahaha) Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin') Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard) They've been wondering why (Chyeah!) Hey, Mr. Carter Tell me, where have you been? Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why [Outro: Lil Wayne] And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve

The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

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[Verse 1 - Boots Riley (and E-Roc)] 1986 a motherfucker doing tricks in the mix and I don't mean the fader Face of zits but getting grits with black steel firesticks Trying to build an Empire something like Darth Vader Now Lonzo was armed with nothing but a mean mug (But tucked a forty-five, with forty-five slugs) He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug (Treatin his sisters like a hooker) Greetin his partners with a hug Breakdown shakedown, this brother would take pounds Of soon to be cake grounds, and then go make rounds Firearms protected wads of gorgeous green Paper stacks of paid tax off of broken dreams At puberty his liberty was found within a ki Rocks were cookin but he's lookin for a way to be free Here's a ki (there's a ki) but Lonzo, where's yours? There's no key to the door, but there's money on the floor (So stoop down) bend over (hurry pick it up fast) But watch out, Lonzo -- YOU'LL GET FUCKED IN THE ASS [HOOK] [Verse 2 - Boots Riley (and E-roc)] Knock knock (who is it?) time to visit but it's two years late Cause Lonzo's rollin harder and it's 1988 He's got some fat ends, got some more friends, (and a brand new Benz) He's got respect and he suspects that it won't end A couch is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair) But a house is now a crackhouse, Luther, Lonzo's there Dying brains, dying bodies, taken from these dead residence Trying in vain to kill their pain, exchanging dead presidents Many bourgeoise parlez francoise (I don't speak it but I know it) It's all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for this shit We were tribal our survival was now based on stoppin rivals Who's the fittest, as I raise my fists, I can't survive and not be ruthless (So while we scrape, and scratch for bones And a cellular phone, somebody's sittin on the throne Cause they don't let, black folks own) THEY JUST GIVE US THIS SHIT ON LOAN, KICK IT [HOOK] (Ahaha, yeah, what was I fidna say? Aww yeah Lonzo's back in the County, man) Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee, aight? [Verse 3 - Boots Riley (and E-roc)] (Madge says that Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper) Well Lonzo says the County is the slip-up, trip-up, stuck-up Years of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk junk Makes you feel like you took a test and flunked (But don't get disturbed or perturbed; the teacher's On my last nerve, plus he grades with a downhill curve) Told Lonzo kick it, the system is wicked, trick it, but dig it We got a way to lick it, gave him a book, said, "Here's the ticket" (Now he's addicted) to learnin how we been afflicted And what distributin that shit did I made a quick bid to say, "Don't trip kid You never worked for the mob" (You had a government job) Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight (Plus he been out of jail about a year ago last night) Now he hangs with us for revolutionary ruckus And five-oh, more than ever wants to fuck us Just cause we know the road to riches is crooked and narrow We'll get more power from a hundred thousand gun barrels

Encore / Curtains Down

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[Intro: 50 Cent & Eminem] Sh-sh-sh, Shady! Aftermath! Haha! G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Haha! [Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time [Introduction: Eminem] Get your ass up for the doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the doctor, come on now Here we go, cliff hanger, it’s another club banger Got ya' hangin’ on the edge of your seat, get on down [Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Eminem] Time’s up, game’s over, you lose, I win ’Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Oh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look who’s got you goin’ crazy again I’m a trend, I set one every time I’m in I go out, and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you something that we already had But once you’re gone, you don’t come back (Oh!) Too bad, you’re off the map now, radar can’t even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around, just playin’ the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin’ and moanin’, whining and bitchin’ Sit and observe, listen, you’ll learn if you pay attention Why 10 multi-platinum albums later, three diamond Worldwide, we’re on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin’ [Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time [Introduction: Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk Get it crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot, and jump Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! [Verse 2: Dr. Dre & Eminem] The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I don’t gotta' promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin’ off the hinges We ain’t showin’ off, we just going off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin’? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, ’cause Doc left you all guessin’ So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record (What?!) We gon’ have this motherfucker hoppin’ in a second (Bump, bump!) That’s why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass ’Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasn’t for rap to bridge the gap may be raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre To pass the mic and we can play the Back and forth all day like the hot potato game That’s why we came to… [Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time [Introduction: Eminem] 50 Cent, come on! [Verse 3: 50 Cent, Dr. Dre & Eminem] Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go It’s no secret, everybody know When Dre’s involved, there’s plenty of money involved And plenty honey’s involved and sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, everyday is just another party From the valleys all the way to them 8 Mile alleys Let’s rally, hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre’s about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You can catch me in the studio, bangin’ out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazing out your speakers So never say never ’cause Shady, Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the The Doc and Shady, no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that a… [Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] We came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time [Outro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Yeah, haha! Still Aftermath, 2006! And don’t worry about that Detox album, it’s comin’… We gon’ make Dre do it! Haha! 50 Cent, G-Unit, Obie Trice, D-Twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre! We ain’t leaving, let’s go, haha! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out! Peace! *People chanting Eminem’s name* *Eminem Leaves* *Slim Shady's Footsteps* Oh shit! I almost forgot… *Girl screams as Shady pulls out a gun* You’re coming with me! *Eminem cocks the gun and starts shooting at the audience* *People start to scream terrified and run* *Gunshots and shouting* Ha ha ha. Bye, bye! *Eminem shoots himself* See you in hell, fuckers!

Foo Dang

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] Why you tryin to play me, foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang Teeth bang on the streets servin heads all night Some of us just ain't livin right [Blaze] I know this stupid bitch who think she know me She even wanna call me Blaze Her Dead Homie Bitch keep ya mouth shut cause ya foo dang Couldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wang Stank hoes wanna see me in the grave But I'm quick to slap a trick wit a 12 gauge You know you was speakin my name, playin games And sayin things you know he's actin like something changed But I know you are reppin your fancy car Little money, foo dangin at the tittie bar (Bitch!) 7 dicks shoved in her box nightly, is she fucking? (Is she fuckin?) For the right price she might me Stank hoe, I never paid for ass So take a stray cat, and shove it in ya flat ass Get up out my face wit that foo dang drama Where she learn that shit? Man she get it from her mama [Some guy] I say Foo, you say Dang Foo (Fuck You!!) Dang (Fuck You!!) Someone say fa sho, yea I'm in the house Yea I'm in the house [Chorus] [Anybody Killa] I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shady Bad boy on the streets, startin static since the '80s So why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punk If you keep talkin shit, you gon' end up in my trunk Jackin beats from bustas, we foo dang like that Robbin hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sack Don't even think for a second that we high class 40 drinkin freaks with some dank and a nice ass ? identity with some eastside conflict Bitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dick Keep it real and I'll try to keep it real back Try to trip in over all the bodies that I shot wit the gat Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow Then punch you right in the throat Type of shit that most people call a little fucked But it's simple and plain, we foo dang, so don't front [Some guy] Yo Killa, this Tadpole I got ya number from this bitch I know I was the guy followin you home from the signin ?? Yo man why you ain't pull over? I ain't no houndog or nothin but I just [Chorus] [Blaze] Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistol Walkin all alone (There she go) and if I see you it's on I'm callin out old janky bitches wit no heart Dogs with no bite that wanna bark Reppin gold is like a crip wearin red in my hood And I'll slap ya wit a bat like a G should (Beeitch!!) Bitch, check yourself into the crackhead clinic You can't get no ? bringin a bag wit bottles in it [Anybody Killa] Foo dangin wit a hatchet, come and get ya ass kicked If you bring a bottle then I really wanna smash it Sellin weed filled wit stems and seeds Same shit for $550 but you askin a G Now that's the kinda shit that makes a mind go crazy 2 packs of 'Ports a day and I just can't take it I swear if 1 more hero tries to flex in my face I'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change [Chorus]

Love Is Love

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[Interlude: AZ] AZ Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Baileys and Henny You ain't got no Henny, get the Remy You ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do Smooth criminal shit baby [Half-A-Mil] Keyser Söze intention Glide in a Hummer wit the flying saucer engine Willied out, at my crib in the winter having cookouts Smack my wiz, look out I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas trying to conquer us They mad 'cause we jump out of cabs and hop on the bus Copping dust, Firm Clique rock the whole Metropolis Bitches who burn dick won't put a stop to us Niggas who- [Intro: AZ] See; this is what I mean When we come together like this incredible things take place See we connect thoughts to collect shorts And only the strong survive I love my black people, we are the future [Nina Simone sample] Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair [Verse 1: AZ] Chop the pie up four ways, get lyed up Infiltrate, never violate, get tied up It's all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains True Lies, vibes die when bums infest the game Bogus shit shock you broke and let your man get locked I live this Hip Hop, stock the bank let the crys pop Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus The streets was hectic so I stacked and made my exit More dough to get focused, my thoughts for me to go legit Ferocious shit, cop a huge castle on a ocean cliff Imagine that a few years back I was bagging cracks Magnum gats playing street corners, committing savage acts Twisting up, nothing but love for niggas sitting up Hold your own, try coming home without getting touched Two for one laws made foul how they do the young Was new to come, try to tell shorty he should of threw the gun {"Black is the color of my true love's hair"} [Verse 2: Half-A-Mil] Knowledge the green Wallys, all I see My mind hold math like caller ID, chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G-O-D told me Greed, lust, hate and envy, sweet dust from shanty Keeps us from simply unifying organizing We all are falling when we think we all are rising We pop Cris' on the horizon, topless chicks with thick thighs and I rather be civilizing, enterprising, improvising Temperature rising, Elohim gave me the guidance Told me, "Leave those 85ers alone, blend with the wise men" That bought 80 G stones, twin Mercedes on homes Fuck it, just spend 10 G alone on chrome When I die they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones 208 bones, microchip kids, we most dominant You know what time it is, that's why I exist Jump out of limo, lands, fire at the place Why are scientists supplying this Leviathan, why this? I'm surviving this quiet tribalness Finalist year 2000 flying the whips 9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment {"Black is the color of my true love's hair"} [Verse 3: Nature] We went from arraignments to entertainment 24/Sev the same shit playing the strip, living dangerous Bottle after bottle soon became a ritual The patterns we follow, others found 'em difficult I guess it's obvious as to what my hobby is The root of all evil pollute same niggas body kids Getting caught up, the same gang that left 'em all stuck I reminisce on VS touching my fourth cup Me my only problem is I'm all fucked Knowing in my heart I can't sleep 'til I bust off nuts Weave religion for all my niggas that beat the system And those bitten sitting since ColecoVision Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic Y'all hear the whispers, the niggas in the Firm is twisted Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches Whip the chrome 6 up the FDR, it's bless we are See, I never let them stress me God, forever stress-free While twisting up logs of that nestle Who are you to question me? It's just my destiny to kick back, kill time and live successfully [Outro: AZ] Firm, how y'all want it huh, ha ha Talk to me, we give it to y'all either way We working with y'all, this is for you! Love is Love, '98, Firm shit

Sunshine

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Once again, firm affiliation Like we say; the show must go on [Chorus: 2X] Sunshine - we hustle to the moon light Reminisce on a good time Cop come on boget Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle Other retreat to bibles, living holy But currency seem to control me, moving coldly In the presence of old parolies My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels A form of teaching, from the streets never taught in school You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools Solitude certifies all moves So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave Absorbing fast, learning from niggas I lost in the past Its poison plays in these foul days Housing cops and they foul ways, I'm walking through a wild maze Holding my brain trying to maintain Sleet hell, snow, or rain, I guess the game will never change [Chorus] Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises Poor images, project life drained my innocence It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church She prayed for peace, hoping I'm saved before she lay deceased To say the least, the one to wise to play the streets I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope & though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat Amongst the frozen hearted, some bending, some departed Inhaling chocolate, tracing back to where it started The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and trays The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days & though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still All around real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville I know the ledge, meditating, holding my head Eyes red, it's "Doe or Die" till I'm dead [Chorus] I played all positions, plus learned from each mission Politic wit all type niggas wit different diction I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up Bugging off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up But time flying, playing these corners I'll let it slide by Smoking lye, homicide, coke supplies dry So play the game, other slow up change the lane Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures They tricked us, got us trapped in taking pictures Interrogating, locating, destination, estimating Or play a part of them investigating It's on going from them killers, to them broads hoeing Unknowing first time felons on trial blowing So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit The last of these real reps left turned legit [Chorus]

Time

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[Verse 1: Nature] At the ripe age of 24, I done seen it all, done it all Some dreams stay fresh and some are spoiled Dealin' with time, winter, spring, summer, fall It's crazy changes, is this that made me famous? I come a long way from Timbs, minimum wages Stockin' caps, summer jobs, pockets flat It's funny how my childhood idols now be coppin' crack I ain't knockin' that, unfortunately, life's too short to see It's only right we move accordingly at every second I use to carry heavy weapons Previously cocked, tucked in my shirt for every session But hold up, a 2-6 bid made me grow up Came home to the same damn dreams with no luck And half the clique's strong, the other half moved on Some with new lives and new wives, niggas live long The foulest thing about time - it still ticks when you gone [Verse 2: Nas] For those who live the way I live, we came a long way From wipin' cold outta eyelids to rap's hottest Smokin' lye, let track guide us Remember back then before MAC-10's, expensive bottles? Had a sick mind, niggas taught me how to get mine We'd often sip quarts, they get tossed at the spit line To all niggas that the Lord seemed to gip for their time While we plan to live forev', he had a different design Is it safe to say, we all perish on the sacred day? With my luck, soon as I reach the gate, they make me pay Pray, minutes go by, Indigo high The specialist, decked out dark specs, finessin' it Used to play catch-a-kiss, same girls back then Now, leave us messages, a whole lot Travel to my old spot where we sold rock, although it's trifle Ain't nothin' changed, just like time, it's all a cycle [Verse 3: AZ] Yo, wake up to the world, stay in charge of your dreams Keep your vision, focus, get wise, enlargen your cream Marketin' schemes, so many in the dark is unseen Caught in between, perhaps rap was a fortunate thing Forced to be king from hustlin', supportin' them fiends Bustin' guns, I had no remorse as a teen Rockin' birth stones, my first skid bid, nurse the dome It hurts to zone, now I've realized, I'm on this Earth alone Time ticks, devilish mind design tricks Leave you blind quick and cause you to die behind shit Mathematics, master 120, I'm Asiatic Amazed with magic 'cause it's illusions that made me savage Life change once you establish the right game Love the night rain, found a new way to fight pain Clocks never stop, it's all a race to the top Tryin' to freeze time, that's why I iced the face of my watch

Hey AZ

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[Intro: AZ] What's the deal, son? It's the world famous AZ Show (For the world), AZ Show, Show, Show [Verse 1: AZ] No doubt, time to mellow out, party at the yellow house Yell it out, invites only, don't tell no slouch How you feel around some made cats, really on chill Laid back with the Alizé, millis concealed Conversating like some more pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit, stressed out, supporting your bitch Let the ice shine, easing my mind with white wine Assured lifeline, squeezing my nine the right time Camouflage life, feds almost bagged the god twice Bizarre nights, move on the grace of Allah's light All Armani white, feeling like Christ with the army type Cons be writing, knowing my life is based upon the hype Burning incense with intents to school the infants The rules are different, so for those that choose to listen It's a dice game, never know, plans might change Stay in your price range, far from the stress of night pains [Chorus: SWV] Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) [Verse 2: AZ] So many deaf and blind got caught up and left behind I guess Bacardi Lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine Next in line, slow G-ing, low-keying Me and the crew in the gold BM ODing Top speed, blowing through the sweet night breeze Wherever life leads, anything's better besides a tight squeeze Sliced cheese, even my pieces pushing nice Vs Dressed precisely, hoping soon one be the wifey It's working well, process words, helping to purge and sell Urban hell, playing park benches, burning Ls It's all basics, probation, open cases We ill-natured, being trained young from hatred Trapped in the arms of Satan, congregating Conversating, trying to map ways of escaping It's truth or dare, only the chosen move sincere Keep the youth aware, pass on jewels as souvenirs [Chorus: SWV] Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) [Post-Chorus: SWV] Long Long [Bridge: SWV & AZ] AZ, knock me out my dog gone shoes (For the world) [Verse 3: AZ] No more case pending, it's all a brand new beginning AZ, I'm back winning, dressed in black linen Attract women, low fade, waves laid and spinning Stay paid four different ways, put my bid in No sleep, be playing with time, my mind goes deep These cold streets, rock a diamond chip, gold teeth Trying to stay sane amongst the madness and maintain Though the game changed, the message involved remained plain Poor advice given, we all strive for nice living Insights, some pay the price, others spend nights in prison Plea bargain, hoping my peoples peep the problem We each dissolving trying to make moves to keep from starving [Chorus: SWV] Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up (Fucked up) all night (All night) [Outro: SWV] Fucked up all night Fucked up all night Hey, AZ Fucked up all night Hey, AZ Fucked up all night Long (Fucked up all night) Long (Fucked up all night) Hey, AZ, won't you play that song? Keep me fucked up all night

Colors

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[Verse 1] Blue and white Charger Same color the Dodgers Crayola car same color as a marker Red '74 same color as a Cardinal Fat bank rolls like I robbed Wells Fargo Black Bentley coupe same color as some charcoal Clear through top same color as a dope boy Off-white Jag same color as the yayo Pure white guts same color as some mayo Transformer Benz Decepticon like Legos Sixes got my donk sitting like a Winnebago Paint like Play-Doh The alfredo Lambo The shrimp scampi Chevy and the guts look like egg yolk [Hook] Colors, colors All my ice is colors, colors I live my life in colors, colors And my girls is colors, colors And my world is colors, colors I live my life in colors, colors I rock my ice in colors, colors And my world's in colors, colors And my girls is [Verse 2] Benz look like Fruit Loops Diamonds look like Juicy Fruit See-through golden brownish coupe Same color as apple juice Flashy as a stack or two Safe like da crackers do Green and golden Chevy same color as the Packers boots Dark and patent leather seats Mellow yellow bezel Got the ground beef guts painted Hamburger Helper Amazon Jacob same color as a leopard Black diamonds in it same color as a checker Red and blue and white 'Bird like Woody Woodpecker Smoked a half an ounce of goody cause it make me feel better Chopper on the floor Shotty on the dresser Million dollar lick and I hope it be successful [Hook] [Verse 3] Brand new black Benz Same color a ink pen Took it to the tech shop Sat it on some street spins Retro Jordans same color as my painted rims Porsches look like Seagram gin Forces look like oxygen Vette look like margarine when it hit the block I named that bitch "Chiquita" then removed her from the top Bought my girlfriend Gucci loafers and a pocketbook Got her looking fruity like she got her color book Trophy-trophy dosey-dosey Jake Jake no rolly-polly Guatemala 740 same color as guacamole Sour cream and onions Ferrari look like Funyuns White and green Lotus same color as the MONEY!

Broads

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[Verse 1: Manny Fresh] See these broads, I like 'em and shit Wish I could give all these hoes a picture-of-my dick See I like em and psyche em, then I get in the win I might just need you and leave you at a quarter past ten, but I ain't gonna lie, your pussy was good But your mouth is better so I wish you would Work your way down to the diznick It feels so good when you do the liznick You got me doing push-ups and I'm taking ginseng (Let's get ready to rumble!) In the middle of the ring You got my dick hard like a '57 Chevy Rocked up, ya cocked up, cause I'm ready To go up in ya, let that other nigga send ya Cards and shit while you suckin' my dick I like you a little bit more than I'm diggin' my shirt Ya little pretty ass dick suckin' expert, beeyoch! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] See I love these broads but I toss em up quick Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique See I love these broads but I toss em up quick Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique [Verse 2: Birdman] These broads, nigga, I wish that I could love 'em all These broads, nigga, I wish that I could fuck 'em all These broads, I let these hoes just drive my car But these hoes know one thing: that I'm a superstar These hoes get out of line, I'ma show 'em I'm a hog And now that I'm rich, I show these hoes that they ain't shit And every ho I fuck with, I make suck my dick It ain't no secret, I know these hoes about my money, shit But I tell a ho quick, that she ain't shit My main ho Clare, I don't make her suck my dick I might just get loose and wanna kiss my bitch But now that I got a daughter, I'm supposed to be light on a bitch But I'm gonna be hard on these hoes for life, shit I'm a true U-P-T player for life, shit But I'ma say it again, I don't love no bitches I about my money, nigga, and fucking these bitches [Chorus: Lil Wayne] See I love these broads but I toss em up quick Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique See I love these broads but I toss em up quick Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique [Verse 3: Birdman] Now I done been here for 25 years I understand one thing: that life is a bitch I done lost my ma and my pa, my brother and my sister all up in one year I understand one thing, I gotta ball 'til I fall And show these hoes that money ain't no thang, dawg See, I tell a bitch that she ain't shit And at the same time ask that ho to suck my dick See, I don't take money and mix with no bitch Cause one thing, these hoes would lose they mind and get lost quick It ain't no secret, I make these hoes think I'll pay their shit But I keep it real and I pay my nigga's shit I say, "fuck a ho," and make these hoes back up I keep it real and fuck with niggas who'll act up And kick in your front door, your ho told my nigga where your dope Now you stuck out like a ho! And my niggas done hit a lick from your bitch And all you hoes mad cause we done hit your shit [Chorus: Lil Wayne] See I love these broads but I toss em up quick Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique See I love these broads but I toss em up quick Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique [Outro: Birdman, Lil Wayne] Birdman: Now that was beautiful Baby. How you love that? Wassup wassup, me, with these bitches I like gettin' my dick sucked, that's the only way I can get it. What's happenin' Dawg, I like to get full of that enema and Kool-Aid, go all night Yeah, I get full of the Crystal, that shit get a nigga hot. Bitch know one thing: she fucking with Baby, she gonna scuff her knees up, it's just like that. On the other hand, Lil One, what's happenin', what you workin' with, what's in your pockets foo? I'm playing with about, 15 Well, if he got 15 then you know I got 45. Wassup. Cadillac wassup boy? Uptown for life. Drivin' nothing but new cars and fuckin these broads. We pimp with our nose closed now boy! We about to have big thangs! Pretty broads! Nothing but new cars! It's all gravy, baby, believe that. Hot Boyz...it don't stop till the casket drop. It ain't gonna move unless the paper move

Fly Out

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[Intro] We here I said we here The back of Tha Carter, yeah The back of Tha Carter Two, uh Yeah This here is The end of Tha Carter Two, people Hey, yeah [Verse] I got the game on ball and chain I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in a drought I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless Seeing through you niggas like a fuckin' psychic Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift, man, you better be Peyton Boy, the heat's on, they makin' peace bonds I'm in this bitch throwin' up the "17th" sign Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times That Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, "Come together" Heavy better, nigga, super-soaker wet a nigga Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a petal, nigga I'm just a little nigga tryin' to be a civil nigga Thirty years old, shit, that'll be a given, nigga Quit it, Wayne, your Mom is listenin' But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is pissed in Them niggas trippin' until the shots whistlin' Hear them bullets hissin' like a cobra at attention I got a bitch and quit callin' women bitches As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen No preventin' the grind, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quittin' There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin' Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin And since the future ain't promised to no one I live every day like this is the sure one Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come And it feels so fuckin' good Throw my dope like a rope, let 'em tug and pull No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches Running 'cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune Come and get it, automatics in motion We bangin' for the bread, nigga, even the molded I got my loaf, I got my toast Chaperone of the South, I got my coast Yeah, and until I die I'm the, the-the, the-the, the Best Rapper Alive

Im Blooded

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[Intro] Pi' 'til I die Just because! Pi' 'til I die Piru B's up Bitch, I'm me [Hook] Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! [Verse 1] Once again, it's on—yeah, I'm back in the booth Stand at the top like a tack in the roof Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf' And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof They hating on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seeing 3D Dopeboy fresh from my fitted to my DC's All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up) We be's Bloods—we B's Popeye flow, y'all niggas Sweet Peas Getting high on a yacht—call it "seaweed" [Hook] Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! [Verse 2] I advance my flow, and they must like that They like it so much, they say they write that Barking at the dog, but I don't bite back I ain't CPR, I ain't bringing they life back Black CBR, bad bitch on the bike back Skittles on my wrist, yeah, nigga, the bright pack I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?) Air Force fly, call me a Nike check Brand-new coupe same color as the sky The dash say 2, y'all know I'm gon' try Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries So I'ma just walk all over them guys Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bullseye Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side [Hook] Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Neck music) I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! [Verse 3] Been around the world, rep the same thing Been around the world, it's the same gang B's up, B's up, flame gang Blaat, b-blaat, blaaa-blaaat, bang-bang I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life" So he popped a X pill and didn't sleep all night I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just trying do me Last album did two, I'm just trying do three I am what every pair of eyes ought to see Bitches wish they could just call and order me My Momma used to tell me "Get a nine-to-five" Cash Money made her say, "Never mind, I'm fine" (B's up!) [Hook] Young Money is the label, let us in the door We coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Just because!) I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! [Outro] Piru, to Damu Soo-woo

A Milli

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It's time to get money I got a million reasons why I'm better than them (a million) Yeah (I'm about to give you one right now) It's Loso in case you ain't know so baby; let get right into it What's really the dilly with these silly muhfuckas Buncha fake ass Milli Vanilli muhfuckas Yet still these muhfuckas say they feel these muhfuckas But I only smoke Dutches I don't feel these muhfuckas They gon pull and shoot what? No really muhfucka You gon run, prolly pull ya achilly muhfucka Nigga please, you wouldn't pop a wheelie muhfucka You wouldn't raise the heat if you was chilly muhfucka I will kill these muhfuckas Till' these muhfuckas know that I Am Legend Call me Big Willy muhfucka I'm wit Freck Billi and some West Philly muhfuckas And you can be a vic if you get silly muhfucka So if you feelin froggy leap that lily muhfucka And I'll serve yo fruity ass like Wet Willies muhfucka I'm like Obama to these silly muhfuckas And you niggas is Clinton, Hill Billy muhfuckas Niggas said you niggas is Clinton. Hill Billy muhfuckers Hillary, Bill Clin--Fuck it. They don't get it I am a million-aire in some Louis V millionaires White bucket like Gilligan wear La familia in here, don't care who over there Red rover red rover send them bitches over here You can also send the waiter, yeah I think his name Ramon Tell his slow ass to c'mon wit that Grey Goose and Patron Tryna get em in the zone da da da zone So I can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone Ya smell me, nah baby not my cologne Let me be clear as some Bacardi Limon Looky here Simone, you can call the phone But if you ain't tryna bone you'll be talkin to the tone I'm so cocky that all I wanna do is bone I'm so Rocky my last name should be Stallone I ain't Jimmy baby, I ain't here to Jones Fuck whatcha talkin bout....its Los

Big Girl

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[Produced by Ghostface Killah and Anthony Acid] Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime So it seems like it doesn't make sense [Female singing with laughing in the background] [Sniffing] [Verse] Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats They had stacks on the tables, cables I had to say it was like early May A few days 'til my birthday date, baby date I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses Toney with the Montana, I came to play With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria? Y'all money that long? Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him" And this one bitch called me Fat Albert The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me Just because you left home, this is Tone Yo, you see I flip stones Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned 3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks And they picky when it come to they dick If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop And all I ask in life's for you to be careful Stay focused, take care of your health Have kids and marry a prince Good luck and happiness And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library You got the right conversation, education and looks With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid Computer wizard, you about to get paid [Outro, over background singing] Yea You know I just met y'all And I love y'all already and all that But I gotta get off that nose candy To make it in life and all that shit That's why I'm here I'm like a father figure and all that shit I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but Ya'nawm sayin? Cause I drop jewels all over the place Y'all too pretty for that Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt I just want you to snap out of it You know why? cause you's a

C.R.E.A.M.

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[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Raekwon & Method Man] What that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam) Cash rules- Word up, two for fives over here, baby Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way Word up, know what I'm sayin'? Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get- Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up (Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) (Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this, son Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16 And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question, I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out Catchin' keys from 'cross seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now [Chorus: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not— The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned, I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic [Chorus: Method Man & Inspectah Deck] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (To get through, know what I'm sayin'?) Cash rules everything around me (Because you can't just get by no more) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, yeah Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah

Warning

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[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin' Wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin' me and why It's my nigga, Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with? Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect I didn't say them They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when When you was clockin' minor figures Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do [Chorus] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus With the Texas license plates out of state They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down They even heard about the crib You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor Call the coroner! There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin' If my burglar alarm starts ringin' What ya think all the guns is for? All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Bet ya Biggie won't slip I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad predicament Where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what I'ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode on your asshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga Feel the rough, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you? I'm not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody comin' [Skit] C'mon, motherfucker Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on Are we gettin' close, huh? It's right over here You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man? Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house Fuck, right here Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house Oh shit What? What's wrong? What's that red dot on your head, man? What red dot? Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too Oh shit!

Never Change

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[Intro] - Yo A what's goin' on? - Yo yo, what up baby boy? - Ohhhhh - Hahaha - What's the deal my nigga? - Look at you, uh huh, you lookin like money - You know what it is - Yeah - You know what it is - Yeah - It's been 2 or 3 years, right? - I know, it been a minute right? - I know man, listen here - It's all good though, you know I'm maintaining - You lookin' good though baby boy - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin' - Alright, well I'm with you, gimmie your number - No doubt, no doubt - Here go my number right here [Verse 1] You know the happenings, homies just yappin' and Hand shaking, laughing, and exchangin' all they math again You usually lose touch when you travelin' A few dudes bruised up in the battlin' Parked on Madison across from the Radisson We talked about the tattlin' some niggas did in Maryland Plus discussed old homicides unravelin' I asked, was he dabblin', he laughed and said he managin' His Carti frames was as clear as a camera lens He hardly changed, I was near in comparison We joked about how police choked him out And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Oprah's mouth In other words, I was up in clout And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird, 'fore I'm up and out Without a sound, snatched my Guinness off the ground Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, "Homie, hold it down" [Hook] You know the game insane in the brain Big things in the Range, real niggas never change And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains So through the fame, through the fire and the flames I adapt to the pain, real niggas do the same And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains [Verse 2] It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans She ain't that average bitch who be doggin' for dick You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep callin' Up in Nordstrom's for a fresh pair to floss 'em Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em Caught 'em before the salesmen even had time to assort 'em Bought 'em before any celeb stylist ever saw 'em Wore 'em soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options Celly started rockin', I answered, what's poppin' They answered and said, they shot him, now the hood got a problem I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle Tryin' to figure what nigga, why and by who, then Before you know it, the other voice told it It was homie from the old clique I just seen and spoke with [Hook] [Verse 3] It's Doe or Die, we survive 'till we slain And it's no surprise, homie was probably high when they came I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name Godly trained, he could camouflage on any terrain Carti frames, we go back like Bartles and James It's a shame cause they say his baby mom is to blame But nonchalantly I refrained cause it constantly changed From close range, somebody please slowly explain If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain If they just wanted some news they could've left him in his Hanes But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged [Hook] [Produced by The Heatmakerz]

Steady Mobbin’

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[Produced by Kane Beatz] [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Man, fuck these niggas! I'ma spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas (Kane is in the building, nigga) Yeah, and fuck these bitches I swear I care about everything but these bitches I don’t care, I "so what" these bitches And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches Ha! If it ain’t broke, don’t break it And-And-And if he ain’t shook, I’m gon' shake him Hope I don’t look weak, 'cause when a wolf cry wolf You still see that wolf teeth, mothafucka Ha! Fu-Fu-Futuristic handgun If you act foul, you get two shots and one, haha I'm at your face like Lancôme, haha You niggas softer than Roseanne's son, hey You cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue Ha, crazy motherfucker, I am one, ha But the crazy thing is, I began one Hehe! All-white bricks I’m straight like it’s jumping back to 36, nigga! Big house, long hallways Got 10 bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And we don’t want no problems Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, oooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] What the fuck is up? (Up) It’s Gucci Mane the G (S'Gucci) Ask Tity Boi, no pity, boy; this scar city, the city boy (What?) So Icy; so, no Nike, boy Just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me ('Scuse me) "Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me, why that boy keep buying jewelry?" (Kane is in the building, nigga) East Atlanta cockin' hammers, bandannas on car antennas (Ugh) No, we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these niggas' fingers (Huh) Gucci’s armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust This AK-47 will hit ya everywhere from the ankle up (Ankle) Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can (Damn) 4-5 Desert Eagle on me, you’ll think I'm a Eagles fan (Huh) Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again (Hah) Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again Gucci! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, the-the-the money is the motive Fuck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote "Okay, I’m reloaded," better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie Swagger so bright, I don’t even need light I’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice, ha But, would you believe it? She eat dykes And she asked me for a picture, so I gave her three strikes, yeah I-I’m the man around this motherfucker I’m so hot, you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker Yeah, I said "game," but I ain’t playing around this motherfucker! Yeah! I’m the best to ever do it, bitch, haha And you’re the best at never doing shit If you the shit, then I'm sewerage Tr-try me and I’ll have your people reading eulogies, haha I swear, you can’t fuck with me But I can fuck your girl, and make her nut for me, then slut for me Then kill for me, then steal for me, and of course, it’ll be your cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And-And we don’t want no problems Oka-Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I-I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, oooh Now, pop that pussy I-I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Ugh! M-Man, suck my clip Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit, ughh! I am the hip-hop socialist Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this "F" is for ferocious, murder your associates The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weez'! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And-And we don’t want no problems Oka-Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I-I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, oohh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby Kane is in the building, nigga And-And we don’t want no problems Oka-Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I-I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, oohh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

Suck My Dick

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[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich [Verse 1] To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes Boosters, sellin' clothes And all my ghetto bitches in the projects Comin' through like bulldozers No, we ain't sober Bum bitches know better than to start shit Niggas love a hard bitch One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar Kidnap the senator Make him call his wife and say he never comin' home Kim got 'em in the zone, beatin' they dicks Even got some of these straight chicks rubbin' their tits What? I'm lovin' this shit, Queen Bitch! What bitch you know can thug it like this? Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back With no strings attached, yeah nigga, picture that I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us, no doubt Ay yo, yo, yo, come here so I can bust in ya mouth [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a bitch? 'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick [Verse 2] No, no, no, no All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!) Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y The BX, the chron-chron and the list goes on and on (On and on and on) like Erykah Badu Once he drink the Remy down, ooh, I got this nigga now He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind Like niggas be doin': "Yeah baby, I love you long time" Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya, I might not even fuck ya Just lay me on this bed and give me some head Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy Been doin' this for years, no need to practice Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this Niggas know he gave me all his cake I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a bitch? 'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick [Verse 3] I'ma keep it real, for the dough I might kill I'm tryna see my face on a hunnid dolla bill Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance Cum all on his pants I met him at the studio He showed up with his homeboy named Julio I said "Whoa! Who's the other guy? Hope you know you payin' extra for this fuckin' third eye" Something about him, I knew he was a phony Put the burner in his mouth: "Fool, Give me my money!" He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick All they can do for me is suck my clit I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a bitch? 'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

Comedy Central

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[Verse 1: Malice] Say dawg, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids Face you with a chrome 4 that'll lock your legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen: "Good night friend, 'til we meet again But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again" Uh, I never front like I'm something I'm not But being broke, well that's just something I'm not Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me, friend, if they could, they'd kill me, friend Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on [Verse 2: Fabolous] They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it please I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease This guy's in a hurry Ma, I can't even fuck with you if you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying their jewelry Why's your ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry? Y'all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts E-mail snitch got Ds in your two-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's I got them teflons, to shove in the 4 That have undercovers and po', recovering slow The government know, the kid been loving the dough Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow Ghetto [Verse 3: Pusha T] I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocaine" I turn over 'caine, over and over again Hell, so much clientele I could lose it all today, be back the next day Still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures: down, up and aim I can define death better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Wintertime: snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, Pusha-Ton Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run Yes I'm holding, whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Mine's mental, others is made up stencil When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa

Im a Hustla

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[Verse 1: Ab-Liva] I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie '97 had a brick by the muffler crony Wholesale to my select preferred customers only The white horse cooked tan you can call it the pony It's only the soft it twists like a wrestler on me It hardens, it cools I prove I'm a juggler whoadie Glock popped got it cheap I'mma smother you Hovered and govern the corner you hugged then I shuffle you roadie Face it they change, the game's never loving you sorry You live for the moment it's gone then they cover you homie Back against the wall, post up never fall Never fail, keep a burner close you can fend them off Get that 10 up off the car and you let it off Sort of like Avon and Marlo when you set it off [Bet it all!] Nigga it's war till the metal's off [Dead 'em all!] Nigga we ride till the pedal's off [Verse 2: Pusha T] Vicious with the verse I’m as genius as Ray You niggas seeing nothing on the Zenith like Rae Black hand white keys ya'll seen this I’m Ray Got more white in the hood than the KKK The grand wizard of that almighty blizzard My numbers come scissored, I be where they breeding lizards Now nigga go figure I ain’t been out in two Switched jewels twice the upgrade was more blue Now if you got a question nigga save that for Clue But if you know the answer than you probably copped from dude Flewish blueish the hues is the newest, the sickest shit the chain is so gratuitous Break it shake it bake it then you cools it, treat it like them whiteys at Nike and just do it Hot as me? Fuck no, they mockeries Flows get quoted like Socrates’ philosophies [Hook] R-E-U-P G-A-N-G R-E-U-P G-A-N-G [Verse 3: Sandman] While everybody snitching my niggas play their position Either you hugged the block or cooked in the kitchen Or you was a master, good with your fingers Trying to bag a slab up while that's still wet Cause the fiends is hovering, smothering fussing and they frustrated with headaches The rock be their bufferin '94 till now the block still jumping and Proper raw was found when niggas had nothing in I used to scuffle them, 22 illusions Color top stop don't confuse them Other blocks hot cause they're losing Hot cause of shootings Niggas getting rocked like powder, that's power I'm in and out of there though Your hood bitch look good de Janeiro Rio even she know, kilos I throw at least 3 like cee-lo every time [Verse 4: Malice] The bigger they are the harder they fall Conspiracy theory or life behind bars When faced with the time they telling it all That’s the risk that you take playing neighborhood czar Not just your name, your race is betrayed You’re the bottom of the food chain, I spit on your grave You’re the modern day African capturing slaves How you live with yourself yet can’t escape your face I put it in the street and they can’t escape the taste It just keep calling the white when it harden I’m so at home with it like the Knicks in the Garden And I can’t say that it don’t beat starving Any given time Malice with the arsenal Ya’ll be wearing rosary beads like the cardinal Of the roman catholic man the boy’s classic reading two hundred for the speed where the dash is

Carter II

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[Intro] So you made it this far We upstairs I let you up here You special Marley, don't shoot 'em You know what this is It's still Tha Carter II, people It's still Tha Carter II, people Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter II, people Hey, yeah [Verse] All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems I address 'em like P.O. boxes Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit We so out of it, zero tolerance Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit Wet your ass up head to feet 'til your socks drip Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass I hear 'em, but they talking under masks Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honeypie We ain't running, we don't hide Screamin', "Fuck the other side" Don't get caught on it This the deadliest grinds, I put your heart on it And walk on it The chalk's only for the art, homie How they trace ya after I erase ya? Look around We at war and you still in preparation I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience Slow paper is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long, you got to pace it You gotta know that paper If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper Gotta know that Photophobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw I ain't even in the school yearbook I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah Career crook, get your career took I'm back like a brassiere hook Bitch, cheer Camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better play it by ear You ain't nothing but a deer Around here, and this here is Tha Carter Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em On they head at the bottom You ain't got to shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em And I ain't got to get 'em 'cause I already got 'em Get 'em

Ride for My Niggas Sky is the Limit

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[Intro] Ahem Weezy F Young Money, Cash Money This is Da Drought 3, ladies and gentlemen And you know me Let's go [Hook] You know I ride for my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing [Verse 1] My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis Self-made G, and them bitches know the business Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention You looking for divine and a lil' intervention And them birds don't fly without my permission I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing [Hook] And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit ‘Cause the sky is the limit The sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!) [Verse 2] Buck-ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects Tell a bitch, "Don't talk to me And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free" And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap" 'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah My flow is art — unique, yeah My flow can part a sea The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat" By any means, and you just sardines I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans The majority of my city is riders They tried to make a brand-new map without us But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours [Hook] And I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And I'ma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit [Verse 3] And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses Haha, now that's fucked up And I'm a G And you ain't got to know the alphabets to see I know my whole city is depending on me And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets [Hook] So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing 'Cause the sky is the limit Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit The sky is the limit If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit

Pop Bottles

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[Hook: Jadakiss, Lil Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch, swallow If you can't swallow, shut up bitch, gargle Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles I'm fresher than a muh'fucker, yep I'm a muh'fucker No I wouldn't take your girl but I'll sure take her tongue from her Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman? Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman My bad! [Hook: Jadakiss, Lil Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah [Verse 2: Birdman] Now as I recline behind my desk I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks (money) Got my own shoe, brand new on the set Went from sittin' in a cell, to sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell, to shittin' on a jet I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet So I scratch, and yes, Junior is the best So many niggas from my hood on they back So many niggas from your hood on they back That's why we so paid and it be like that I'd rather pop a bottle, before I pop a gat [Hook: Jadakiss, Lil' Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (well uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah, only sipping red champagne White tee, red hat, red bandanna Uptown, choppers for companions Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin' Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And I'm cookin' up the "Carter III", no advances All my cars automative, automatic No lie, we don't even drive no Aston Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' Young Money, Cash Money, we the champions [Hook: Jadakiss, Lil Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah [Outro: Lil Wayne] Ya dig?!

Harlem Streets

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[Produced by Ty-Tracks] [Intro] Killa! (Killa!), Dipset, man Ayo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world, man But ain't no place like Harlem, man Let me break it down, man [Verse 1] We tie dynamite to the rhino type, wino might find yo' sight Sell the information for a dime of white, that China-China I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor-miner Elder fella; looking for that shine? I'll shine ya My mind designer. You a dime? I'll dine ya Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. I'm finer Time to climb her, climb behind vagina Then I hymen-grind her 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her; vision's gone, kiss her palm Turn her arm, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is raw "Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along" Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong First visi-on, day job tick-a-tron Nighttime, Mr. Mom, bootleg Cris' and Dom Brother Chris and Don, and their sister Carm They sell yay', you'll say "yay, this shit's the bomb" I'ma hit my man, tell 'em you my pick upon The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom You know, kiss his mom, she gave him wisdom charm And their father come from a long list of dons And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia But I give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I hustle and she said "be careful" [Chorus] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life's based upon what I'ma do this year Cop a boat, cop a Lear Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the scrutiny, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world (Killa!) [Verse 2] Everybody like, "Cam got the recipe now!" Not them 3 girls, I got to be Destiny's Child (gotta be me) Specially equities, reckon we smile Interfere, tech to tech and use the TEC that we wile Detective deceptive, receptive of fouls Hectic, Heckler & Koch Helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gonna be embedded in jail Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread with the whale, fled from some seals (what else?) And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit You get a dumb ho, and get dumb-happy Go to the gun show, get gun-happy (who are we?) Stuck, killed, mugged, milled Tone, flint, sticks, bo, Chub's milk (what up, y'all) Pucci baba, but I got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga (nigga) Ya, we'll just clap up your brains, snatch up your chains See dog? Rap is my aim But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game Attached to my frame, tapped to my brain, the fact still remains: It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be asking for Dame, see Playboy, I don't own that man And anyway, homeboy, you a grown-ass man, shit And when I rap it ain't no punchline (not at all) I be on the highway dirty, crunch time No timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stash box just one time Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck Side of the road, holding you up, you cold as a fuck They want that button, lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine Take my chances one-on-one with the K9 Steel and a clip for anyone squealing they lips Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the Dips (Killa, Killa!) [Chorus] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life's based upon what I'ma do this year Cop a boat, cop a Lear Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the scrutiny, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world (Killa!)

Dr. C. Ph.D

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[Intro] Doctor C [Verse 1] Yo, I plan to build myself a facility before I'm forty A molecular archeogenetic laboratory That can analyze complex poetry data for me even if it was recorded poorly How extraordinary I frog leap over awkward beats Then I separate rappers by their Carbon-14's To determine the age of anything ever made Regardless of how the outside surface has changed I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain With gamma X-rays 'til you burst into flames With the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal viable style It's like trying to ride a bull Let's have a dictionary duel after school Check me into a nice Cedars-Sinai room So I can get sick as the flu, spittin' the truth If you ain't got this album, you missing the proof Prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes Glow against the pale background of the Moon Toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits and foods Burning your flammable boxes of booze Got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood Motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I can't lose Give the fans the chance to choose, fuck you! Who's the illest? Who's it really up to? Rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier Tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire 'Til your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up Cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar Disaster for hire over beats by Kyros Flow like the Tigris, Euphrates with the eye of the tiger in my iris Canibus is a fighter Motherfucker, my great grandfather was Irish Let's roll the dices, I'll break you like young Tyson Give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man Put a thousand on me, put one on him I tear off his limbs, throw him in and tell him to swim Yo, I soak that sugar-coated shit in soy sauce Tell the FCC boss, turn that noise off Call Detroit's Mafia Boss Tell him, "Yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls" Drop him off by Niagara Falls Write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws Nobody disrespects lyrical law I'm the best there ever is and the best ever was Training like a grunt face down in the mud With blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up Yo, you wonder where I am right now? I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up Dead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme To be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine Spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time Vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips align Doctor C, Ph. D, graduated from UMG Bright as the LCD display on a new MP Prototype of a true MC With 3D topography maps you can't see Butcher on Broad Street, wrapping CD's In butcher paper, doing artwork with Sharpies If you don't like the quality, then talk to me What the fuck you on the website for you creep? Punching the keys, remember that sound That's exactly what it sounds like when I'm punching your teeth Kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to speak Stand next to me, I might put a lump in your meat Diss you and your man, double the beef To tell you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak Round the outside, blah blah, et cetera et cetera The body of my literature is bigger than South America Nigga look, this is all I got to say Suck my P-H-D-I-C-K

Barry Bonds

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[Verse 1: Kanye West] It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it? What people pay paper for, damn it They can't stand it, they want something new So let's get reacquainted, became the hood favorite I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too [Chorus: Kanye West] Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds [Refrain: Kanye West] We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! [Verse 2: Kanye West] Dude! Fresh off the plane—Konnichiwa, bitches Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot Ask for it, I did it—that asshole done did it Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he shit it I don't need writērs, I might bounce ideas But only I could come up with some shit like this I done played the underdog my whole career I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year? They say, "He goin' crazy and we seen this before" But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink polo Nigga, please, how you gon' say I ain't no Lo-head? 'Cause my Dior got me more model head? I'm insulted, you should go 'head And bow so hard 'til your knees hit your forehead And the flow just hit code red Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me [Chorus: Kanye West] Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds [Refrain: Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby! What? What? We outta here, baby! Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here, baby! And me? I'm Mr. Weezy Baby, yeah! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm so bright, not shady My teeth and my ice so white like Shady Ice in my teeth so refrigerated I'm so fuckin' good like I'm sleepin' with Meagan (Ha!) I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns, and Reagans Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them Oops, I meant "have them"—I'm so crazy But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies I'm such a hayvoc—oops, I meant "havoc" And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family Stove on my waist turn beef to patties (Bow!) And I ate it 'cause I'm so avid (No homo) And I don't front and I don't go backwards And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit And you can get buried—suck my bat, bitch (ha!) [Refrain: Kanye West & Lil Wayne] We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds

Fireman

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[Intro] (Weezy Baby) Shh, the fireman comin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh) Yeah (Uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah Yeah (That's right), yup (Birdman), yup (They gon' have to call the law), uh-huh (I'm burnin', shawty) I'm back (I tried told 'em) What you, oh, what you gon' do now? (Yeah) [Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Verse 1] Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (Uh-uh) He-Man, ski mask, spendin' next week's cash, he fast (Oh) And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that I'm passin' 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah) And my chain, Toucan Sam that Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no) Gotta be abstract (Oh, no) You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What?) Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy) I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (Hey) My girls can't wear that, why? That's where my stash at (Uh-uh-uh) I put my MAC down (Yeah), that's where you lack at (Yeah) She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that (Got 'em) I rekindled the flame (Got 'em), she remember the name (Got 'em) It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?) Mama, give me that brain (Yeah), mama, give me that good (Yeah) 'Cause I'm the fireman (Oh), you hear the fire truck [Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Verse 2] Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (Yeah) Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (Yeah) Raw Tune, not a cartoon (Ayy) No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy) I'm hot, but the car cool She wet, that's a car-pool Been in that water since a youngin, you just shark food (Yum, yum) Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (Hah) Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (Woah) Don't snooze (No) Been handlin' the game so long, my thumbs bruised Your new girlfriend is old news You ain't got enough green and she so blue, yeah (Aww) Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Yes) Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (Yes) Now, watch me melt, don't burn yourself, 'cause [Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Verse 3] Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (Well) So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (Yeah) My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right) Half of the game too lazy (Yeah) Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (Woah) Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (Hot) Come on mama, let the Carter make you (Yeah) Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (Yeah) They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (Yeah) Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on) Y'all in the race and me, I'm at the finish line (Uh-huh) Been runnin' for too long, it's time to give me mine (Uh-huh) Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I (Who?) Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot [Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Outro] Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got 'em I-I-I-I-I got 'em Ayy, ayy, B, I got 'em Ayy, ayy, D, I got 'em Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got 'em Yeah, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I I, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I-I-I I'ma put you out

On My Own

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[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh Ch-ch-ch-ch, I'ma ride the snares all the way though this thing right here Drum section Weezy Baby [?] once again What up? This is what they call me, Dutch! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Eagle, Eagle Carter man In a '96 Regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundromat Got to wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I got to do something I done blown my last Dollar holler at your boy on the ave And that cheap perico is what I'm known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say Holly-hollygrove won't you go and stand up And make these motherfuckers understand I say, "Look coach they pitching at me under hand" But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and They say they want the drugs to stop But I'm a major set back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot I'm trying to get back door I demand it now Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down 'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down Yeah it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince [Chorus: Reel] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And the handgun is so included Don't get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya ho I don't want your contusions I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance It's money over bitches that I am going to keep proving It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin' Out of all the Hot Boys she say I'm the coolest I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm trying to seduce it I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid One shot to remind you who is That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle I'm off chronic combined with liquor But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger A 80's-baby a fighting nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick See me over the viking stove I'm whitening bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff I do this you catching my drift Representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince [Chorus: Reel] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] So roll the carpet out 'Cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South See you either in or you out and if you out stay in 'cause them warriors out Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out No nigga I never call your house I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name naw better yet point him out Hey, me and the streets got a joint account I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out Few roaches but never had no rats in this house Never tell on one another leave that in the house Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out I ever run into some trouble send them savages out These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out I got graveyard fliers man I'm passing them out Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince

Whatever I Wan Do

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[Hook] They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the 40 cal and my nigga got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the 12 gauge and my nigga got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the MAC 11 and my nigga got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do So go 'head and fuck around we me if they want to [Verse] I hear the rumors, but niggas won't say they said it They know Duke got a shooter like JJ Redick You'd think niggas was G4s the way they jetted 'Cause when they AK's wet it, then your Pelle shredded They sick, I got the chick that some say they sweated But cryin' over chicks is the shit that got AJ deaded Plus, I wipe my ass wit the pay they netted Couple scams, couple grams, that's the way they get it But me, wasn't for rap I'm probably down South With the coke that give the fiends the Bobby Brown mouth Strung like Whitney, I brung like 50 It's toxic, shit'll have em' sprung like Britney Now nigga, you think I'm lettin' a young'n get me? Without gettin' chest shots losin' a lung an' kidney? I'm trey pound revolvin', butterfly carvin' Starvin' to get my jab Antonio Tarvin Anyone botherin' anything I'm involved in It's Gs on they head like the helmet Brett Favre in Got a girl I put the X on like she Malcolm The outcome, she get to suckin' like she a vacuum But when it wear off, she could pull a Pam Grier off Give her a couple hours she'll knock the whole sway off Them niggas got fired, I just took a year off I really just was tired of niggas talkin' my ear off I heard it all before like Sunshine Anderson The flow'll have niggas that's unsigned panickin' I might turn ya' back to a punchline fan again It's crazy how many niggas that one line can offend (Yo they think you talkin 'bout 'em Fab) But I don't give a flyin' fuck Bet I got that iron tucked when I'm in that Cayenne truck I'm like crappin' out when it come to tryin' luck I like ya ace to the dukes when you placed in the booth Another bishop, who wanna taste of the juice? But you gonna end up fallin' on ya face from the roof I'm waitin' to get the call that Mase on the loose Next time you see 'em, he'll have his face in a noose I'm in the club snub on the waist by the boost Just a taste of the juice just ta' chase wit' the goose I need a mami who want her face introduced To the man behind the zipper, and then I flip her You could ask the strippers, I'm a very good tipper I'm paid like a playa but move just like a skipper I gettin' older, growin' wiser I been shinin' since 3 fingers and high-risers I tell the model chicks meet a nigga at the Plaza And then I beat it up somethin' like a womanizer Without a doubt they walkin' out like Kaiser And you can try me when I'm comin' out but I advise ya mothafucka [Hook] They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the 40 cal and my nigga got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the 12 gauge and my nigga got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the MAC 11 and my nigga got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do So go 'head and fuck around we me if they want to

Brooklyn Go Hard

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[Intro: Santigold] Brooklyn— Brooklyn— Brooklyn— Brooklyn Brooklyn, we go hard We go hard [Chorus: Santigold & (Jay-Z)] Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard (Agh!) Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard (Go hard) Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard [Verse 1: Jay-Z] This is black hoodie rap There's no fear in my eyes where they lookin' at Better look on map Besides, me nah like to eye fight Me nah think such a ting is worth a man's life (Christ!) But if a man test my Stuy I promise he won't like my reply Boom-bye-bye, like Buju, I'm crucial I'm a Brooklyn boy, I may take some gettin' use to Chain snatchin', ain't have it, gotta get it Same shiddit, from Brownsville to Bainbriddidge Fatherless child, Mama pulled double shifts So the number runners was the only ones I hanged widdith Before you know it I'm in the game, bang fiddith Fear no orangutans, piddeel ciddaps Like oranges-es, I'm dangerous Please! Tell me what the name of this shit [Hook: Santigold & (Jay-Z)] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I father, I Brooklyn-Dodger them I jack, I rob, I sin Aw, man—I'm Jackie Robinson 'Cept when I run base, I dodge the pen Lucky me, luckily, they didn't get me Now when I bring the Nets, I'm the Black Branch Rickey From Brooklyn corners, burnin' branches of sticky Spread love, Biggie; Brooklyn, hippie I pity the fool with jewels like Mr. T With no history in my borough, they borrow With no intentions of returnin' tomorrow The sun don't come out for many, like Annie Half-orphan, Mama never had an abortion Papa sort of did; still, I managed to live I go hard, I owe it all to the crib Now please tell me, what the fuck's harder than this? [Hook: Santigold & (Jay-Z)] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) [Verse 3: Santigold] While I'm doin' my time due to circumstance Cross that bridge, face the consequence Once bid ten, now I paid my dues Risk takers, we break the rules Get so dark, but I see good Bed-Stuy stay high in my neck of the woods Now, let it ring out, it's a warnin' (Brooklyn!) Let it be sworn in Gotta make it stick workin' like we blue collar Rip it to the core, underneath it all we harder Right into the clip, bring it to the floor One step, one step, give it up more The road is rough and the street's a mess Got big cash dreams and a sick death wish Robbin' out the commercial stash Kill the voice screamin' in my head [Hook: Santigold] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard [Outro: Santigold] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard

Juicy

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[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] ("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!) Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] You know very well (Yeah) Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha) Reach for the stars (It's all good) You had a goal (C'mon) But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (Check it) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] You know very well (C'mon) Who you are (Bankrolls) Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes) Reach for the stars (Mansions) You had a goal But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty ('94) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebrating every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] You know very well (Money) Who you are (Hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Reach for the stars (That's right) You had a goal (It's all good) But not that many (All good) 'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent) I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Post-Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls) Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy) Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch) [Chorus: Total] You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty [Outro: Puff Daddy & Total] Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars [Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]

D.O.A. Death of Auto-Tune

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[Produced by No I.D.] [Intro] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... (Good riddance!) Hold up... [Chorus] Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... Begin [Verse 1] This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone This ain’t for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct (uhh!) This might offend my political connects (uhh!) My raps don’t have melodies This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies (uhh!) Get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn (Uhh!) I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making gon' make it the Great Depression (uhh!) All your lack of aggression Put your skirt back down, grow a set, men (uhh, uhh!) Nigga this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence [Chorus] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... Only nigga to re-write history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... Begin Hold up... [Verse 2] This ain't a number one record (uhh!) This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (uhh!) I made this just for Flex and... Mister Cee I want niggas to feel threatened (uhh!) Stop your bloodclot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far, nigga!) (uhh, uhh!) I might wear black for a year straight (uhh!) I might bring back Versace shades (uhh!) This ain’t for Z100 Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100 (uhh!) This is for Hot 9-7 This shit for Clue, for Khaled, for we the bestin... (uhh!) Nigga this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence [Chorus] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... Only nigga to re-write history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... Begin Hold up... [Verse 3] Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... Ay! I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it (uhh!) Get 3 Thou' to style on this I just don’t need nobody to smile on this (uhh!) You niggas singin' too much Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too much (uhh, uhh!) I’m a multi-millionaire So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here (uhh!) I don’t be in the project hallway Talkin' 'bout how I be in the projects all day (uhh!) That sound stupid to me If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me (uhh, uhh!) Nigga, just get violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence [Outro] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...