B*Tches - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: B*Tches
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, Russel Tyrone Jones, Joey Ustler

Lyric:
Bitches, ha ha ha
Bitches, ha, bitches

Bitch, at any moment that's what I'll do
I'll do it to you an' a few of your crew
At any moment that's what I'll do
I'll do it to you an' a few of your crew

Bitch, what the fuck?
What are you tryin' to do to me? You wasn't true to me
When I was locked up you fucked somethin' like 34 guys
But I let that slide

'Cuz your ass is big an' your titties is fat
I wanted to fuck that, but fuck that
I never gave a fuck that you put me through the courts
An' gave me genital warts

Now I stack my nine, I'm goin' for your knees
I'ma blow 'em out an' give your neck a squeeze
As you're standin' there, I'ma be like, "Bitch
You know you done fucked up, right?"

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Bitch, don't talk about bitches, I'm fuckin' them
Please, no fat bitches, I'm fuckin' slim
Unless it's one of those nice an' strokin' my shit
I don't care 'bout how I'm fuckin' it

How much it costs, big fat crack head?
Ain't tryin' to hear all those words you said
Five minutes, bitch an' I came
Fuck your name an' from where you came

I don't give a fuck, bitch, I will kill you
You Shaquita, you Belinda
You too Passion, bitch

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, you bitches

One thing I can't stand is these bitches
Tryin' to take my riches, when I ain't even got none
I never lied, you knew what I wanted all the while
My dick in your vertical smile

We kiss an' hug an' snug an' tickle
But the bitch wouldn't even buff my fuckin' pickle
She fucked everybody else in the place, it's all good
Now let me head-butt your face

Bitch, I love you but now you gotta die
That's right, bitches, that's right
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Bitches, bitches

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, you dumb bitch

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Live On The Mic - Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha - Kurupt

Title: Live On The Mic
Album: Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Priest Joseph Brooks, Ricardo Brown, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like
One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal
You get to the top of the game and the dream come true
Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle

Yes, yes y'all, yeah, yeah y'all
(Uh)
KRS y'all, uh, huh, uh, huh
(Uh)
Yeah Kurupt, y'all
Time to check it out, uh, huh

Prophecy, y'all yes yes, y'all
(Yea)
KRS, y'all, uh, huh, like this y'all
(Yea)
You know what's up comin' through like that
(Haha)

I laugh at that, your whole premise is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at
Abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77
I'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it

I spit lead into better men, you a veteran, ain't no tellin'
What I send to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again
(Unverified)

Then again I noticed that everybody
Think they can fuck with us but luckily I noticed
Everybody want to be close to us, tryin' to bust when they bust
I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin' with us

My style's out this universe, words that serve all these emcees
They hear pre-verbs I break them down to nouns and verbs
They know exactly what I do, I run through crew for crew
KRS, it's on you, baby

True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around
Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down
And makin' them frown, true underground

Not a class clown, copy, guilty ass, papi
I roll with the mash out posse
The beat down posse, terror squad
You'll find you was never hard

When the clip loads and I yell Flip-Mode
My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows
The best nose, goes live at breath shows

See I heard it before, word it before
Worded it before, before
Every emcee tried to serve it before

Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
Fuck around with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds incredible

I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness
What rhymes he creates
Is he the best? Wonderin', nah, ain't no best
It's only me and KRS we don't need no vest, mothafucka

Uh, like that, yeah, uh, huh, like that, uh
(We gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic, Yeah)

Comin' through in the studio live
KRS-One, yeah I'm still on Jive
But I represent emcees now out in

Yeah, no doubt, I be kurupt the raw dog and I'm droppin'
Every emcee from here to Compton
Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin'

The last round, the last nigga knocked down
Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round
And pound for pound, I be from the Dogpound
It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick

I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this
The lyricist poltergiest is way nice
Break and take them in freezers just like ice
Fuck around with me, O.G, yo, we so precise

You know the teacher's agenda
We will be here forever, you plottin' to surrender
Action start, you start tremor
Never lose my temper, when my temple member
You know the center of the dope beat, remember

Yea, yea, haha
Raw dog assassin style
KRS and kurupt
Yea, yea, y'all, uh, huh
Like this, like this

Yeah, we make them bounce, I make them bounce
We make them bounce, yo, I make them bounce
Yo, I blaze a ounce, yeah, I blaze a ounce
I'm gonna bounce to the ounce

When the homies come through
Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you
I leave ya flat, homie
You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie
I leave you all alone, in the danger zone

Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on
My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin'
Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin'
Me and Kris, we do it just like this
Lyricist, niggas can't fuck with this

That's right y'all, you heard what the man said
KRS-One styles could never be dead
Thats why we still in-in the studio
Chillin' it's about three o'clock
And we representin' real hip-hop

Now you know what time it is
We got the camera in our face
KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place
You know what time it is
We got to come back again

I got my friend, I can't remember his name again
But I'm gonna keep flowin', gonna keep showin'
Remember the skills that out the box

We be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track
Come and get some'a that pass it right back
Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this
Now come back and represent beside the Kris

Clap your hands, get it all together then
See me come through, me and Kris
Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through
Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you
But we start severin' heads

Everybody lookin' at me I flows from the head
Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what I said
Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game

Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game
Seen the game, so im televisin the game
Surprisin' the game, oh no, I'm risin' the game

They shook down they took down, shook like clowns
See me rockin' I be rockin' all around
Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet
Throw it, I show it, homeboy just don't blow it

Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth
Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me
Realizin' I be makin' more money than Spike Lee

And that's my homie, O.G to me
Yo, Kris, we gonna do it like this
(Yeah?)
Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick

Boogey Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down production
Boogey Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down, Boogey Down

Ha-ha ha-ha
(Byatch)
Yo we out, dog
(Bitch gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic)

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Drinking In L.A. - Lyrics - Bran Van 3000

Title: Drinking In L.A.
Artist: Bran Van 3000
Composer(s): James Di Salvio, Duane Larson, Haig Vartzbedian

Lyric:
This is my special moment in the spotlight
Pretty young thing right here to rock the mic
Rock the mic like I know you do it right?
Rock the mic like you do it all night

Well come on party people with the ha ha hoo
We breakin' bum shaking beats for your boog a loo
We going to shock your mind with this new deja vu
And guess what Ruth Buzzie we love you

You see the bran clown taking you down, no frown
I got the foxy uber ladies from the underground
Said you used to be lost but now I'll be found
Like the Puerto Rican passion on the Brooklyn bound

Going uptown, midtown, downtown
Bran Van say, verb to the noun

This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic
Rock the mic like I know you do it right?
Rock the mic like you do it all night

With the old school, new school come on
(Bob, you head to the mid school)
With the old school, new school come on
(Bob you head to the mid school)

Old school new school
(Even in between school)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school)
Old school new school
(Even in between school)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school)

I don't know about touching the mic tonight
The clubs really of packed?
(It's okay, touch the mic)
You sure?
(Yeah, touch it)

Come a little closer try to touch it with desire
This man's on a mission to set this mic on fire
Like a fish on a hook, bird on a wire
Let me stand before the truth girl, fire

'Cause, cupid had an arrow for the pharaoh, so he shot
Made me want it how I want it but this fire's damn hot
Too hot to hold too damn good to fold
I gotta tell you how I tell you so the truth be told

For the old school, new school, come on
(Bob your head to the mid school)
It's the old school, new school, come on
(Bob your head to the mid school)

With the old school new school
(Even in between school)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school)
Old school new school
(Even in between school)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school)

My Cartesian quotient of my calibration
Got us qualified for this deviation
As I lose myself in you
Yes I lose myself in you

It's my moment to shine and rock the mic
It's my moment to shine and rock the mic
It's my moment to shine and rock the mic
...

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These Are Our Heroes - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: These Are Our Heroes
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Davel Mckenzie, E Hudson, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
This ain't for everybody
Y'all know who y'all are
Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are
These are our heroes

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy?
The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
'Cause they said they played they parts well

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes"

Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
Keep gettin' accused for abusin' white pussy
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life cool just like Michael

Now he rock ice too just like I do
Yo, you can't do better than that?
The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq

Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
But you let them use you as an example
They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy?
The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
'Cause they said they played they parts well

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes"

You Homey The Clown, bow tie, apple pie, Bo Jangles
But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe

Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin' they peoples out some real folks with clout

Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba

The mirror says you are the next American leader
So don't be, acceptin' new 'We are the World' records
These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
'Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
But next year, who knows what we'll see?
Ha-Ha, these are our heroes

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy?
The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
'Cause they said they played they parts well

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes"

Yeah, I wanna give a special shout out to the y'know
The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
Big up to Tiger Woods, yeah, ya don't stop
Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr. y'know, yeah, y'know
Tay Diggs what up my nigga? Yeah, ha ha
And you don't quit and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit

Yeah yeah, what you doin' for the hood though homie?
What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at all that paper
Drivin' around like a playboy in my hood
What type of shit is that? I'm outta here

Please, excuse me, excuse me, please let me get to my limousine
I'm outta here, I know, I got a plane to catch
And I love you back, ha ha, yeah yeah
And I'm outta here, a-ha ha, peace

Come on nigga, give back to the hood
Cocky motherfucker

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Thy Staleness - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Thy Staleness
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike John Jr Puwal, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Let me see ya throat thing there, buddy, I'ma chop it
See the idea is to make you die, stop it
I don't know why but your heart beat offends me
I need to cut you off at the windpipe desperately

Like, how 'bout cuttin' your own neck, I did
Seventeen times, why you think I talk like this?
Before I cut myself this was my voice
Now, gimme your neck pipe, you don't have no fuckin' choice

I'm not ready to die, neither was Eazy E
What makes you so fuckin' special, you can escape the Wreath
You mean Wraith, I said, ?Wraith?, now shut the fuck up
And give me you windpipe so I can cut the motherfucker

Pick somebody else, I'm pickin' anybody I can find
And you happen to be the next motherfucker in line
Okay, let's do it, keep still, right there
And about one, two, three of those motherfuckers, I'm outta here

Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab
It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I need to yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab
It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I need to
Ah, ha, what kind of circus is this?

How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked
Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it
And waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray
Jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards, my way

Took all his keys and a crate of Methadone
Masturbated on myself and leaped out the window
Then I turned around and went right back inside
Once I realized, I could've grabbed a gang of Formeldahyde

Suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me
I played the whole movie shits off like, "You got me"
Laid there, playin' dead and when he checked my pockets
I jabbed my fuckin' thumb, knuckle deep in his eye socket

By now there was guards everywhere
I'm steady cuttin' heads off, surfin' on a wheelchair
And too many bullets finally put me away
But was it the real Violent J?

Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab
It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I need to yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab
It kills the pain, it's the only thing that kills the pain, I'm sorry

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale

Yeah, that's right, we just stale as fuckin' fuck
Suicidilist, juggalos, we just stale
No matter what, we always gon be stale as fuck
Is that just how [Incomprehensible]
This [Incomprehensible] motherfucker
I was on the first jokers car and the last [Incomprehensible]

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To Da Break Of Dawn - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: To Da Break Of Dawn
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)

All my sex involved as we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects and I can't resist

So we get funky in the house, youknowmsayin?
L.L. Cool J style, what?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out

What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens

Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competitors bow

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on

Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up, you little burnt up French fry
I'm that type of guy and I slammed you know just like a sumo

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme

Gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap

And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the Yukmouth smile
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah, keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah

Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you lose to the damager
Microphone manager, cold crush and bruise
And bandage a amateur, that amateur swingin' a hammer

From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I don't need a partner to swing

Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town

So don't try to play post, clown, you know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone

Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass

Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose
From that Jherri curl juice, Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up, I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)

(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah

How dare you stand beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the rocks

While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., 'Hard as hell'

Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped

And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes

You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin' in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned

So tell me, how you like your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
With your TV on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man Clash in the house

Sippin' on this Bartles & Jaymes
Premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin' back

Keep on
Peace

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Shut The Eff Up! - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Shut The Eff Up!
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Kirk Robinson, Lana Moorer, Nathaniel V Robinson Jr.

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Lyric:
I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice, too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty

Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn

Before this jam starts, I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to 80%?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's just beginnin'
Because Lyte is winning, what are you winning?
Any battle in any competition

'The Gangstress' ha, you're on a wack journey
Hoe headed for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
So, I sit back and relax, 'cause it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you names and make fun of you

Hoe but me the Lyte, I'm into speakin' the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin', perfect timin'
Milk keeps the beat, I keep the beat
With the tap of his feet, with the tap of my feet
When he count it down
When I count it down, 6, 7, 8, Lyte'll start the debate

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask
?Where is the father of your child, aren't we wild??
You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad, bodily vibrations?
Don't make me laugh, weight watchers is waiting
Here's a free pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you fuckin' jerk
And you ain't gettin' paid, you're just gettin' laid

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, that is your trade
Put on this earth just to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
Tell me, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte shine
Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

Your mold is fake, Crayola, crayon
Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin' isn't a sport

You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might
As well hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, this is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you know that I am crazy?

My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and will have to say
Over and over, 'cause you disobey
Here on this earth, I reign superior
One of these days, I will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
'Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paper thin

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin'
Now it is my duty, to all MC's
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
Now I was quite polite, nice I may add
But you insist on stayin', that makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin' clown
Burrowin' money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're fuckin' with
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips?

I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no slack
Unfinished business, that shit was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike back
But here we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you don't try to diss

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

You better watch what you say to me, 'cause I can get evil
The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10%, I popped your head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin' toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin' roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack real wack crack
Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin' back
But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin' this show
So yo, hoe, I think you oughta go
Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it
But remember, you forced me to do it

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

Yo, now you know
And no one's have to battle
Slime

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Public Warning - Lyrics - Public Warning - Lady Sovereign

Title: Public Warning
Album: Public Warning
Artist: Lady Sovereign
Composer(s): Gabriel Olegavich, Louise Harman

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Lyric:
Public Warning, who's in town?
Public Warning, all bow down

I'm riding here on this beat
'Cause I don't give a monkeys what you think about me
It's on, no long ting, it's on
Ding dong, who's that, peekaboo it's Sov

Yo, ladies and gentlemen this ain't no experiment
It's the uneducated example of intelligence
By irrelevance, means more than your irrelevance
Its evident, theres evidence that I am bloody excellent

Yo, first I got a gig bigger and better
And flow on the mic I'm a level which
And I?ll get u back wife a dirty backhander
If I discover you are a hater

See I told you that I'm better
Maybe when betty bought I bit of butter
Well, I'm bringin' a bit a better, a bitta gutter
A bitta of an uh, uh, a bitta haha
A bit of every little damn thing

Public Warning, who's in town?
Public Warning, all bow down
Public Warning, who's in town?
Public Warning, Sov?s in town

Crown me the pint size clown of the town
Said I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Or I'll be the boogie woogie woman, in her boogie woman gown
And I'll boogie woogie you with my boogie woogie sound

See I told you that I'm better
Maybe when Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Well, I'm pickin' a bitter better, a bit of gutter
A bitta ha, ha, a bit of every little damn thing, ching

Public Warning, who's in town?
Public Warning, Sov?s in town

I'm that walkin' dictionary
I'm that talking thesaurus
I'm that old school, prehistoric sovasouras
I got a habit of absolutely damaging any track when I attack it

See I told you that I'm raw
Maybe when she sold them seashells on the seashore
Well, I'm sellin' a little more, a little raw
A little encore please while I drop it hardcore, now ha, ha

Public Warning, who's in town?
Public Warning, all bow down
Public Warning, who's in town?
Public Warning, Sov?s in town

I don't wanna play none of your games
I don't wanna play none of your games
I wanna play all of my games
I wanna play all of my games

I don't wanna play none of your games
I don't wanna play none of your games
I wanna play all of my games
I wanna play all of my games

I don't wanna play none of your games
Who's in town?
I wanna play all of my games
Sov's in town

I don't wanna play none of your games
Who's in town?
I wanna play all of my games
All bow down

I don't wanna play none of your games
I don't wanna play none of your games
I wanna play all of my games
I wanna play all of my games

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Ha Ha Said The Clown - Lyrics - Manfred Mann

Title: Ha Ha Said The Clown
Artist: Manfred Mann
Composer(s): A Hazard

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Lyric:
Ha! Ha! Said the clown, has the king lost his crown
Is the night being tight on romance
Ha! Ha! Said the clown, is it bringing you down
That you've lost your chance

Feeling low, gotta go, see a show in town
Hear the jokes, have a smoke, and a laugh at the clown
In a whirl, see a girl with a smile in her eyes
Never thought I'd be brought right down by her lies

In a trance, watch her dance to the beat of the drums
Faster now, sweating brow, I'm all the fingers and thumbs
Wonder why I hit the sky when she blows me a kiss
In a while, run a mile, I'm regretting all this

Ha! Ha! Said the clown, has the king lost his crown
Is the night being tight on romance
Ha! Ha! Said the clown, is it bringing you down
That you've lost your chance

Time to go, close the show, wave the people goodbye
Grab my coat, grab my hat, look that girl in the eye
Where's your home, what's your phone number, stop fooling 'round
Could have died, she replied, "I'm the wife of the clown"

Ha! Ha! Said the clown, has the king lost his crown
Is the night being tight on romance
Ha! Ha! Said the clown, is it bringing you down
That you've lost your chance

Ha! Ha! Said the clown, has the king lost his crown
Is the night being tight on romance
Ha! Ha! Said the clown, is it bringing you down

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Ha - Birthright - Lyrics - Analogue - A

Title: Ha - Birthright
Album: Analogue
Artist: A
Composer(s): Pal Waaktaar, Magne Furuholmen, Martin Terefe, Morten Harket

Lyric:
You don't wanna hang around
Said you were leaving town for the summer
At least till sundown

'Cause time ain't gonna grind you down
Ain't gonna waste your life
Chasing rainbows like some clown

But who's gonna come with you tonight
Who's gonna to tell you it's alright?
Everything changes over time
Just like wine

Time ain't gonna hold you up
Ain't going to make it stop
Long enough to ease your mind
Ain't gonna make it last forever

And you, what you gonna do?
Walk it solitary? So unnecessary
But it's alright, it's your birthright

Hey, hey everything's different down the line
Everything changes over time

Time ain't gonna make it worse
It's gonna make you start feeling better
Just like wine
We're gonna make it last forever

Hey you, what you gonna do?
Just be ordinary? So unnecessary
But it's all right, yes it's alright
It's your birthright, it's your birthright

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Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse Mix) - Lyrics - Mutilation Mix - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse Mix)
Album: Mutilation Mix
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, H Dodd, David Greenberg, Icp Marc Niles

Lyric:
Well, I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' chicken huntin'
Choppin' red neck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye
Boom-shaka, boom-shaka hair chunks in the sky

Why I, never liked chicken pot pie
Or the chopped chicken on rye?
Tell Mr. Billy Bob, I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab cut

"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his aunt Nilly
Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Layed out all over the grass
Bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up fast
Last as long as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got

Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so

Who's goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' chicken huntin')
Who's goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' chicken huntin')
Who's goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' chicken huntin')
Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up
Right

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah
Feel the red on a chicken neck
Choppin' up hella yeah, Billy Bob Billy
'Cuz I chop motherfuckin' red necks silly

Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen the chicken boy, fuckin' this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, what the fuck you tryin' to do?"
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back to your neck's all over the shed
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang
I'm 2 dope, and it ain't no thing

To cut a chicken, triggers clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'
Last as long as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got

Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Blood, guts, fingers and toes
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so

Who's goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' chicken huntin')
Who's goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' chicken huntin')
Who's goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' chicken huntin')
Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up
Right

Rich bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha
Uh

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Bitches - Lyrics - Bass-ment Cuts - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Bitches
Album: Bass-ment Cuts
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, Russel Tyrone Jones, Joey Ustler

Lyric:
Bitches, ha ha ha
Bitches, ha, bitches

Bitch, at any moment that's what I'll do
I'll do it to you an' a few of your crew
At any moment that's what I'll do
I'll do it to you an' a few of your crew

Bitch, what the fuck?
What are you tryin' to do to me? You wasn't true to me
When I was locked up you fucked somethin' like 34 guys
But I let that slide

'Cuz your ass is big an' your titties is fat
I wanted to fuck that, but fuck that
I never gave a fuck that you put me through the courts
An' gave me genital warts

Now I stack my nine, I'm goin' for your knees
I'ma blow 'em out an' give your neck a squeeze
As you're standin' there, I'ma be like, "Bitch
You know you done fucked up, right?"

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Bitch, don't talk about bitches, I'm fuckin' them
Please, no fat bitches, I'm fuckin' slim
Unless it's one of those nice an' strokin' my shit
I don't care 'bout how I'm fuckin' it

How much it costs, big fat crack head?
Ain't tryin' to hear all those words you said
Five minutes, bitch an' I came
Fuck your name an' from where you came

I don't give a fuck, bitch, I will kill you
You Shaquita, you Belinda
You too Passion, bitch

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, you bitches

One thing I can't stand is these bitches
Tryin' to take my riches, when I ain't even got none
I never lied, you knew what I wanted all the while
My dick in your vertical smile

We kiss an' hug an' snug an' tickle
But the bitch wouldn't even buff my fuckin' pickle
She fucked everybody else in the place, it's all good
Now let me head-butt your face

Bitch, I love you but now you gotta die
That's right, bitches, that's right
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Bitches, bitches

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, you dumb bitch

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Z - All I Need - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - All I Need
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Donn T Carter, Shawn Carter, Roosevelt Harrell, Anderso

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Lyric:
It's the Roc! Woo!
My gear is right
(Check)
My bucket is low
(Check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredible
Fuck it

I guess I got my swagger back
Mama that said I killed her man
Well I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards we are back!

In the heezy
Jiggaman, B.Sieg to M-Easy
(What up fam?)
Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy
(Holla)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!

All I need is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all I need is a chick to hold a jimmy like
Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, uhh

Now understands we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30
(What up?)

Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me
Better watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better
I burn cheddar

I set fire to your empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I ah, Jay I ah
Double G A livewire nigga holla back

All I need
Rocawear
(Check)
Nike Airs
(Check)
Mean bucket
(Uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets
(Yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need
That new coupe
(Got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot
(Got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way
C'mon now

All I need in this world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend
I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe
(Woo!)

Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case
(Uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
You wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script

Now all I need is a high priced lawyer
'Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue

In this time and age, 'cuz real muhfuckas'll do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muthafuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret 'cuz the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin' true

All I need
Rocawear
(Check)
Nike Airs
(Check)
Mean bucket
(Uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets
(Yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need
That new coupe
(Got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot
(Got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way

Listen
The cream too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on
(See ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone
(Bye bye)

The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on them self like Willy Beaman
Any given Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul to Soul

(However do you want it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick and it's that quick

Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, three classics
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers

All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at 'Mash' for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps

We've got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R O C baby

All I need
Rocawear
(Check)
Nike Airs
(Check)
Mean bucket
(Uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets
(Yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need
That new coupe
(Got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot
(Got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way

Listen
All I need
Rocafella Records
Freeway
Oskino and Sparks
Chris and Neef

All I need
Mickey and Mallory
Broad Street Bully
M-extra Money, ha
Young!

All I need
H to the Izzo
Clue!
Rell
Uh huh yeah, yeah
All I need

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Ha Ha Said The Clown - Lyrics - Yardbirds

Title: Ha Ha Said The Clown
Artist: Yardbirds
Composer(s): A Hazard

Lyric:
"Ha ha", said the clown
Has the king lost his crown?
Is the knight being tight on romance?
"Ha ha", said the clown
Is it bringing you down
That you've lost your chance?

Feeling low, gotta go
See a show in town
Hear the jokes, have a smoke
And a laugh at the clown
In a whirl, see a girl
With a smile in her eyes
Never thought I'd be brought
Right down by her lies

In a trance, watch her dance
To the beat of the drums
Faster now, sweating brow
I'm all fingers and thumbs
Wonder why I hit the sky
When she blows me a kiss
In a while run a mile
I'm regretting all this

"Ha ha", said the clown
Has the king lost his crown?
Is the knight being tight on romance?
"Ha ha", said the clown
Is it bringing you down
That you've lost your chance?

Time to go, close the show
Wave the people goodbye
Grab my coat, grab my hat
Look that girl in the eye
Where's your home?
What's your phone number?
Stop fooling 'round
Could have died she replied
"I'm the wife of the clown"

"Ha ha", said the clown
Has the king lost his crown?
Is the knight being tight on romance?
"Ha ha", said the clown
Is it bringing you down
That you've lost your chance?

"Ha ha", said the clown
Has the king lost his crown?
Is the knight being tight on romance?
"Ha ha", said the clown
Is it bringing you down

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Call It What U Want - Lyrics - Above The Law

Title: Call It What U Want
Artist: Above The Law
Composer(s): Ron Brooks, George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Kevin Gulley, Dwayne Mcknight, Peter Bishop, Arthur Goodman, Gregory F Hutchison, Bernard G Worrell

Lyric:
You've now entered the quest to the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha
Yes, it has many meanings but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black, see it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want

Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' ya
And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby, why not
You shouldn't jock me 'cause I'm popular

The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want

How many times, I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me
(See ya)
That's why I love to go on tour G

Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty
So you can call it what you want just pass
The blunt and kick it Money

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster
Than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's okay to get your crew
'Cause ooh, I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers

I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper

Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger, I blow you to bits
And I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades

Now, clear the smoke and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go 'til he holla, holla, billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187, why you wanna be a G?", well

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, 'cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin' the same

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep
The only customers gettin' served in the house is the pussy, I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game"
(Y' know)
'Cause hoes always be sayin', they got it goin' on but if they wanna
Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The no mack nigga, from the planet called, Silk

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come take a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta must be a-playa
Now hold up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliff

Me the dope sound what a man, the myth
(Come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I post on em, then I coast on em

No, I never never never had a murder rap
And if you snitch you say
I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be
So I pass the joint, to my man KMG

Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah, say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoe

Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped
(Get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
('Cause you skeez-in, 'cause you broke)

So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, bam and I'm like, damn

Now my niggaz done labeled me
The dangerous neighborhood nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo should be

See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want

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