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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

24 Hours To Live - Lyrics - Mase

Title: 24 Hours To Live
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): David Styles, Casey James, Rob Ross, Nashiem Myrick, Earl Simmons, Mason Mase Betha, Sean Puffy Combs, Deric Angelettie, Jason Phillips, Leroy Bell, Carlos Broady, Sean Jacobs

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Lyric:
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hrs. to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo, if I had 24 hrs. to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play Lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what?

You know when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend, so, I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor

Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home, took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hrs. wit my son and my daughter

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

What? Hey, yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an' he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself

So Papi, fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe and have her take me to my place

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit, his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

If I had 24 hrs. to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant

Back to the twenty four, I make it out the precinct
Shootin' niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent, get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my death
So, I'm gon' waste alot of lives but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin' but I'ma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'ma send you there worse

I've been livin' with a curse and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever but this wasn't fame

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go?

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5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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5, 6, 3 (Joe) - Lyrics - My Name Is Joe - Joe

Title: 5, 6, 3 (Joe)
Album: My Name Is Joe
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Joe Lewis Thomas, Joshua Thompson

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Lyric:
Y'all ready
Uh uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah
Hmm oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Hmm hmm

Smokin' with the homies
That's all he do
Always hangin' out
Losing money playing see low
Every night out at the Gogo

He don't sleep around
But it's in his plan
Gotta be the man
Never show you no respect
He messed with all your friends

I can love you endlessly, oh yeah
I swear it's real it's privacy
Here's my private code to get me

You're man needs to be like me
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
He needs to be more like a five, six, three

You're man needs to do it like Joe
Exotic cruises to Mexico
The five star suite
The sex out on the beach
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three

Has a man ever sex you down on a Cashmere rug?
I'm a super, duper thug
So exotic, so erotic
Velvet back rubs in the bathtub

Let's make love underneath the waterfall
Your dove?s cry will fill the sky
I will come each time you call

I can love you endlessly, yeah yeah
I swear it's real, it's privacy
Here's my private code to get to me

You're man needs to be like me
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
He needs to be more like a five, six, three

You're man needs to do it like Joe
Exotic cruises to Mexico
The five star suite
The sex out on the bitch
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three

Break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down
Uh, uh y'all like that, uh
Te quiero, te quiero
Te quiero, te quiero
Te quiero, te quiero

You're man needs to be like me, like me
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
He needs to be more like a five, six, three, c'mon

You're man needs to do it like Joe
Need to do baby
Exotic cruises to Mexico
The five star suite
The sex out on the beach
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three
Somebody needs to tell me

You're man needs to be like me
Oh, tell them be there
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
Oh ain't that right
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
Needs to be more like a five, six, three
Needs to do it

You're man needs to do it like Joe, oh baby
Exotic cruises to Mexico, Mexico baby
The five star suite
The sex out on the beach
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three

You're man needs to be like me, like me
Oh, instead of watching TV
You're man needs to do it like Joe

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Z - 99 Problems - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - 99 Problems
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Norman Landsberg, Leslie Weinstein, Felix Pappalardi, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, John Elias Ventura, Billy Squier, Tracy Marrow

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Lyric:
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four

License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are
I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin'

Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, it's your boy

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Affirmative Action - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Affirmative Action
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Dave Atkinson, Anthony Cruz, Inga Marchand, Corey Mckay, Jean Claude Oliver, Samuwel Barnes, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you know I mean?

Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man
You know what I mean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggaz man

Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, Fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on
The couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends

Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just Wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate

And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

"Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin' Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

In the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin' hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Cristies
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another KI
The Firm baby, volume one, uhh

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Z - Ain'T No ***** - Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No *****
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown - Lyrics - Bring It On: The Best Of - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown
Album: Bring It On: The Best Of
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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All Good - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: All Good
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Jean Claude Olivier, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, James Mtume, Darrin Lockings

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Lyric:
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin' reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace

I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A. wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Comes down with my weave straight sittin' on bread
At the gate, gettin' picked up in a new Coupe [Incomprehensible]

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

See, I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high

He used to keep me fly, he had the 6, I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14, I was puttin' in work, at age 16, I was movin' that work
Gettin' paid for drivin' state to state
Smugglin' weight, prayin' I don't bump into jake
I traveled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases
Thank God for Big
Damn right, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

Cowards huff and they puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga, my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you, they quiet down
Fagots violated, I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin' left off right where I pick up

Picture in Vogue, Spring-Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it, I'm doin' it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness is
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

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American Way - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: American Way
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): George Clinton, Kamaal Fareed, David Spradley, Nasir Jones, Garry Shider, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
Political, "Recently there has been an emergence of
Socially conscious and political rappers
It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world"

Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America

Yeah, check it, uh, spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
Beard lil' longer, feel strong enough stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell

On cat tranquilizer rap guys get bank
And think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue
I'm American too, but I ain't with the President's crew

What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin' 'bout Rap the Vote, you ain't thought about

The black vote mean Nathan
Who you gonna elect, Satan or Satan?
In the hood, nothin' is changin', uh
We ain't got no choices

Who to choose, ten years ago they were tryin' to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick

Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children
Then she gotta prove
That she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool

Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom, you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose

Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
You MC's on that old slavery path
The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh

See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
Cops brutalize us, get dealt with with shells
It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way

Up in the steam room chillin', ex foliating the skin
It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen
I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spot's an expensive place
Manhattan, New York, I'm try'na keep steamin', it's good for the lungs

Had plans for the evenin', this man leans in, his boy's laughin'
Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men
This always happens since all Black women care about is
Who got dough and all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe

I say first brotha, you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
The biggest example in scandal of history
Were Monica Lewinsky or Donald Trump's pimpin' spree

Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
But who are we to blame, not the dames
It's a man-made game, in all essence, our woman the same

Beautiful creatures, black girls birthed the earth
So they deserve to earn man's purse
Matter fact, I'm about to go shoppin' with my dime
Catch you cowards the next time, next rhyme, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(What up, K? That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
(Ha, yeah)

I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay
I don't care about the dyin' of AIDS, but I care if I got paid
Who even cares about the President, I think we're makin' a mistake
I don't care about the hurricane as long as my baby's safe
I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country into bits

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight
(And ya don't stop, uh)
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Nas is a rebel to America

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Another Story To Tell - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Another Story To Tell
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Harold Beatty, Anthony Best, Brian Holland, Mason Betha, Edward Jr Holland

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Lyric:
Yo, since I've been in this game, yo
A lot of funny shit that happened with these hoes, man
And this shit I?m ?bout to tell you Mase
Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, uh, yo

You know I don?t wanna come across foul
I?m only telling you about my lifestyle
I had a girl named Kate I date in Georgia State
Girl named Samantha I met in Clark, Atlanta

I even knew these girls named Laura and Yvette
Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech
Now flip the script, mess with girls that strip
Give ?em tips just so I can feel I?m they his

They like, Mase I like your eyes and I love your lips
I?m like, that ain?t enough to make you sit in the six
She said Mase, lot of things I wanna teach you ?bout
If I tell you my past, it?ll freak you out

Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out
Fuck sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out
I?m like whoa now, slow down
You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown

Got a butt like this girl that worked in Motown
So if we ain?t gonna fuck then where we go now
I don?t move too fast, you move too slow
You wasn?t saying this just a moment ago

You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough
You owe me something bitch, you gon? blow me or something
She said this thing you need to know before we fuck
I ain?t like all these other sluts

And if I told you I was a virgin you wouldn?t believe me
I know getting pussy for you is easy
You hit every bitch from Antee to a Tuskegee
Plus you know I know your girlfriend Kiki

And for a moment honey tried to freak me
But being the man I am I?m still in pimp mode
Could tell she was Harlem ?cause I seen her zip code
And then she started showing me pictures of Flip Mode

So I?m with my man and you know we gon? discuss her
All I could hear is him saying, don?t trust her
You know her lil? cousin fuck with Usher
Plus her best friend got a baby from Busta

So I layed back and peeped the ho?
It?s her word against his, I can?t believe the ho?
Yo, I only knew this girl from a weekend ago
And I figure she a freak, Cease would know

So I called up my nigga, I?m like Cease what up, what up
Is she a freak, nigga?
Cease been fucked, but Cease admitted
Yo, that he ain?t even hit it, now y?all I really don?t get it

And she tried to play mike like he?s some nigga in a Civic
And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets
Yo, you believe this bitch, yo?
She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick

That bitch gonna give me my shit B, word up
I?m not even fucking playing
I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that
And all my fucking ice better be in it, too
Matter of fact, I want my fucking couch out that shit B
Word up, tell your sis get my fucking couch B, I ain?t fucking playing

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Anything And Everything - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Anything And Everything
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Danny Nixon, Montell Jordan, Anthony Crawford, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Another, another, another, another
Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Ah, anything I want boy
Ah, anything I need boy
Ah, anything I want boy

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

They say that money can't buy me love
But they don't know this Tenderoni
That I speaking of
She's so fly from her head to her toes
And I suppose
That's why I'm tricking off my dough

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Anything I want boy
Ooh, that's what she said to me
She's a material girl
But that don't bother me
Check books, credit cards, American Express
Financially I'm twisted and addicted, I confess

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Yo, yo
Hey yo, son I ain't trickin' off, bitch better trick me
Serving grade AD to A and TNC
Something like AK Nell
Better fuck me for free
'Cause when trickin'
I do stickin' like IV's
I told Montell spend your money like your
If she yells Cristal
Give her double duces
If she wants a mink
Get her ass a goose
She was shady before ya
Dropped This is How We Do It
Now my MO
Hydro with a bimbo
Da' CoCo got her Cabana's
Out da' window
I get deep like I stuck my feet in slow
You jump out of bed
Boggling, screaming timbo
When a broad want ice
Give her ass a ice pick
And then dismiss like Vibe did Chris
(But diamonds are a girl's best friend)
Yeah, yeah mine too
That's why the 44 cocked right behind you

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

I'll get your hair, nails, and toes done
I'll trick off all my dough
To let you know that you're the one
You'll like the car you drive
The clothes I buy
'Cause you're so fly
Tell me baby, Can Montell provide?

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

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Z - Anything - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Anything
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
Anything you want, girl
I bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor, girl
And I'll grant all your wishes

You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know

Specially when you bounce, bounce
I know I like it when you bounce, bounce
I see money when you bounce, bounce
Girl, I like it when you bounce, bounce

Ooh, you so nasty, amateur pole dancin'
Come and get this cash from me, they call me 'Rain Man'
She tried to rain dance, money so long, it will drown you, girl
Buried under so much stacks, they had to pull back
About 50 thou before they found you, girl

I brought book bags of that bankroll
I'm a D boy, baby, they know
I'm an original D boy
They go bankrupt if they try to keep up

No roof on my car
But I got mirrors on the ceiling
I'll spread bread on the bed
Ever had sex on a million? Tell me

Anything you want, girl
I bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor, girl
And I'll grant all your wishes

You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know

Specially when you bounce, bounce
I know I like it when you bounce, bounce
I see money when you bounce, bounce
Girl, I like it when you bounce, bounce

Red light, TLC, through the Left Eye, my P.O.V.
On the eye chat, how's that for computer love?
She rolled her eyes back, I'm like, ?Ooh, you so nasty?
You turned my Maybach back seat into the Hotel de Paris

I ain't gotta go down to the go-go
You got a private show, that's like magic city
I got stacks of fifties, I got piles of hundreds
That's role play, act like you want it

You know, you know, you hot like fire
You throw that body, I'll throw them dollars
But not them 1's and not the 5's
Have you ever seen us go to Cleveland?
That's a thousand dollar bill, baby

Anything you want, girl
I bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor, girl
And I'll grant all your wishes

You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know

Specially when you bounce, bounce
I know I like it when you bounce, bounce
I see money when you bounce, bounce
Girl, I like it when you bounce, bounce

I bet you know, you know you hot like fire
As I blow this dough, you might, could retire
Take it slow like Neo when shots was fired
In the Matrix, have patience got lots of bottles

Rock-a-bye baby, Jay-Z got notes like Mariah
Got no 1's, got no 5's, my D notes are higher
I'm a D boy, they decoys, they money is lighter
Like Nicole Richie, roll with me, they on the diet, baby

Anything you want, girl
I bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor, girl
And I'll grant all your wishes

You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know

Specially when you bounce, bounce
I know I like it when you bounce, bounce
I see money when you bounce, bounce
Girl, I like it when you bounce, bounce

This is sponsored by the good fellas
U S H E R, R A Y M O N D, Skateboard P
And the J to the A to the Y to the Z, bitch
Magic City, Club Rolex, Suiz Rande, boo

And all the amateur strippers in 'robics classes
Try it out at home, it works, baby, it works
I can make it right, baby
Just put it on the floor, baby

Anything you want, girl
I bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor, girl
And I'll grant all your wishes

You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know you hot
You know, you know, you know

Specially when you bounce, bounce
I know I like it when you bounce, bounce
I see money when you bounce, bounce
Girl, I like it when you bounce, bounce

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Back Back - Lyrics - Lil' O

Title: Back Back
Artist: Lil' O
Composer(s): Magnus Magnus-Lawson, Aswad W Sampson, W Malone

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Lyric:
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Hey, here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude, I might be
But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me

I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
Don't make me pepper spray your face, have you lookin' all spicy

'Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth

But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
And y'all walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely
I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
You hates like a blow job put it in they face
I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights

Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
Then try to box a nigga when you hear, he hit your freak

But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek

Then wanna step to me talkin' but
(Oh, you foul)
All up in my face talking 'bout
(You hit my gal)
I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
Fist full of grain other hand on the glock

'Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
The first one to jump is the first getting shot
Put the beam on his head then I take off his block

You love to rob O like take off you rocks
Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart

You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet
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Back That Azz Up - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Back That Azz Up
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah
You bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah
His last, yeah
Hoes frown when you pass, yeah
They mad, yeah
You goin' ride in a Jag, yeah
With that head
You can smoke or buy a bag, yeah
Of grass, yeah
Got money like a flash, yeah
And trash, yeah
I'm a big timer nigga, yeah
Pull the trigger, yeah
A player hater flipper, yeah
Grave filler, yeah
I be slangin' wood yeah
Out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood yeah
Its all good, yeah
Got a nigga schemin' large, yeah
On a hard day
A smooth Ghetto broad yeah
I want the broad, yeah
Or you can do a trick, yeah
On the dick, yeah
You claimin' you wanna picture, yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
The nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got birds and I'm runnin', yeah
About a hundred, yeah

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Girl, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?

You got a stupid ass, yeah
Make me laugh, yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Autograph that
I'm sweatin' in the drawers, yeah
Hard and long, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off, yeah
Get mine you goin' get yours, yeah
That for sure, yeah
You fuckin' with my nerves, yeah
And to the curb, yeah
I know you bitches know, yeah
And it show, yeah
But a nigga got some more, yeah
I'm out to blow, yeah
Fresh brought some shit, yeah
And his bitch, yeah
We be making hit, yeah
After hit, yeah
Them titties sittin' nice, yeah
I wanna bite, yeah
I could fuck you right, yeah
All night, yeah
I wanna bring you to my house, yeah
On the couch, yeah
Knock the pussy out, yeah
Get them out, yeah
I wanna see these hoes, yeah
Bend it low, yeah
Let me run it in the hole, yeah
Let me know, yeah

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

I know you can't stand it
Dick Bandit done landed
See your drawers handed
Freak to get it y'all
Game spit at y'all
Put the bitch on the wall
And I hit it y'all
Lookin' kind of lonely
I'm feelin horny
Put the dick in the middle like Monee
Big thick plummer chick


Beat the dick like a motherfuckin' drummer chick
See dat puddy cat?
Look at dat
I love a fuckin' hoody rat
That's a fact
You's a motherfuckin' get it girl
Quit it, girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga
That hit it, girl

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up
(Na, na, na, na, na)

After you back it up, then stop
Then wha, wha, what, drop drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha, wha, wha, what drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
C.M.B. make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Ha

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Be Real - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

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