Bow Wow (That'S My Name) (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Bow Wow (That'S My Name) (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Francois De Roubaix, George Jr Clinton, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

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Lyric:
Say, say, bow wow wow
Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, yeah
My name is

Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough
From the CO, representin' So So
The girls recognize an' these do too
I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school

So make room next to your little Backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here an' it's over, ya heard?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In a big body shot, ridin' on dubs

I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best
An' I got it locked down from the East to the West
Look at my eyes, ya know I ain't playin'
That's why all through the streets, all I hear sayin' is

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from
Little with the ill crossover like Iverson
In 2K, my way an' I'm the first to rock
First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G Shock

Like B.I.G. an' Pac, I'm hard to forget
What makes it even worse, I'm just gettin' started
Yeah, that's me that's got your daughter in a frenzy
Yeah, that's me that's got her arguin' with her friends

About who gone? Gimme when they see me
Sayin', "Do you see him?", "Ooh, he the man"
Thirteen, game locked, don't trip
All that an' a bag of chips, 'Hi, my name is'

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Woof mother, the Dogg came to play
Calgon, Calgon, take me away
I'm in the Dirty Dirty with my nephew J

Dizzy, izzy, boy we gettin' busy
With Lil' Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the heezy
I threw him like a Frisbee an' yeah, he came back
Like a boomerang, Dogg Pound game

Hundred thousand dollar chains
What'chu say, J.D.? Bling, bling, money ain't a thang
Ya ask me again an' I'ma tell you the same
I'm flippin' on these, while I'm trippin' on these

Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
You standin' on the wall, bust a bus
But you can't trust her, it's good game
An' all my, represent yo' bang

Put it up, now click clack it up
An' all the, bag it up 'cause I wanna smack it up
We do it to ya Doggystyle
Big Bow Wow in yo' mouth, bow wow

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

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Da Bichez - Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Da Bichez
Album: The Sun Rises In The East
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Kendrick Davis, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks, diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all your ends probably fuck your friends

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses
Think that the pussy is made out of gold
Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be givin' up sex for goods

Dealin' with bitches is the same old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along
Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due respect I'm givin'

While queens stand by you and stick around
Bitches suck you dry and push you down
So it's my duty to address this vampire's
Givin' the black man stress

Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
I told him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end

Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick
He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent
Black Widow, she even killed dead presidents
That he'd owe, shouldn't have got one red cent

I body slam her but I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed
Cosmetic enchantress, scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimp stress

Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop
'Cause I'm hip to the game
I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped
Bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches
Fuckin' around with those bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Since I've been club-hoppin', you've been ho-hoppin'
You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in
Any nigga with a record could get your butt naked
So your man got a Lex'[unverified]
You live in the projects

Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest
Your ass ain't the fattest
Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed
I know your status, you can't touch my status

Deep down you want this
Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this
Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
Bitches like you ain't shit to me

And don't talk about R E S P E C T
'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty
Now go in peace, don't make me get raw
And treat you like the harlot that you are filthy bitches

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Da Thugs - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Da Thugs
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Michael Sandlofer, M S Loafer, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Thugline guess who's back?
(Da thugs)
Tell 'em who the real niggaz is, man?
(Da thugs)

Who the fuck ya come to see?
(Da thugs)
The only niggaz down with me is
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz straight up off the double glock?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz brought you thug love with Pac
(Bone)
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz mixin' Hennessey and gin?
(Da thugs)
Let's start this shit up, baby

Niggaz guessin' it is my thug nature
That motivates me to chase me some paper
'Cause bein' broke sure 'nuff wasn't the plans when we made 'em
Straight up, you barely get up off your ass wake up, wake up
Nigga, how long you think this shit gonna last? Yeah
(Thugs)

Get up, get up got to keep your hustle
Got to fight the struggle if ya wanna survive the jungle
You know I'm a thug for life, I'm knowin' you already knowin' that
Don't need to be showin' that
Until it's time to let niggaz knowin that, that's what I'm doin'
(Thugs)

Gonna go platinum outta the box the tracks out, the raps out
And nigga don't act shocked
You fuckin' with Kray, leatherface sawed off slim
Ghetto cowboy
Whatever you got to say you say it loud, speak up
(Thugs)

No need for flashin' my jewelry to get a broad, hell no
Ain't got no game but nigga my real is raw
You feel me, kill me that's been the discussion of some bustas
I heard them motherfuckas tryin' to do the thuggish ruggish
(Thugs)

Bring it on, we about war, world war
Meet us in the streets or bring it to the show
We can rap, bust caps, make 'em know it
While I strangle this bastard with my microphone cord
(Da thugs)

Who them motherfuckas wanna be like?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz feel the thug shit we write?
(Da thugs)

Tell them motherfuckas who we do it for?
(Da thugs)
If ya niggaz lookin' for us playa, here we go
(Da thugs)

Why the fuck the cops always fuckin' with
(Da thugs)
Fuck the police that's comin' straight from
(Da thugs)

Who your girlfriend left you for?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz you scared to approach?
(Da thugs)

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there
Picture thugs on the line, frontline

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there, pint ya
Thugs on the line, frontline

See krayzie about that nickels and profit
(Thugs)
Keepin' my pockets all swollen
Gimme that bone love
As you can see it's no longer mo' thug

That's your luck, 'cause it ain't no beefer that my peeps
So why do I hear 'em speakin' it different on the streets?
But check it out
(Thugs)

I'm through with trippin', that's why I got on my mission and did this
Handled my business, witness your nigga come up on these millions
Really I been in the cut now for quite a while
When I come out, niggaz gonna recognize the tighter style
(Thugs)

Now watch out this harmonies
Speed it up, heat it up, beat it up
Give it up, anyways keepin' up
Ain't never been done before just so you know

Wait a minute, oh I want you to meet and greet my thug tribe
New and improved, I bring to you the motherfuckin' thugline
(Thugs)

Fuck what you talkin' stupid bitch, it's what you walk
Can you walk? And my thugs strut
It's daily watch me walk
(Thugs)

I never really been one to claim no coast
But you're that Cleveland nigga in here for sho'
(In da house)
That I know
(Thugs)

Who them niggaz stealin' t-shirts and khakies?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz keep it real when they rappin'?
(Da thugs)

Who they tryin' to ban, who?
(Da thugs)
And who don't give a damn, who?
(Da thugs)

What you hearin' when you turnin' on your radio?
(Da thugs)
Who you seein' when you lookin' at the video?
(Da thugs)

Who them niggaz smokin' blunts non stop?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz escape the block?
(Da thugs)

When you kick it with the thugs
When you smoke a little weed
Call me up, you know the thugs always keep it
We got what you need, just call me up, yeah
(Da thugs)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

What's up to my niggaz Flesh-N-Bone?
(Da thugs)
Stay strong, my nigga
Fuck the law
(Da thugs)

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Dayz Ahead - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Dayz Ahead
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
God core, urban inspirational
Holy hip hop
You know the type, all in your city
Word up

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The love I give to you, you give to me

Let's come together once and for all
Before our children cannot walk in the mall
Before we cannot talk or walk at all already aviation is stalled
Now everybody wants to drive, bringing our highways to a crawl

Just about three weeks on back
I was talking to a journalist about my album, the sneak attack
Now I know, why I felt that way
Why the cards God revealed to me was dealt that way

Be prepared for the unexpected, that was the theme
But if your booty's shaking, you can't know what that means
Look, we all, in the, same, game
It's that world bank game that got struck with two flame

But we, yes the people, are struck with true pain
'Coz the world Bank'll do the same under a new name
We gotta recognize the prize and the people at the door
No more lies, you can no longer ignore

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The respect I give to you, you give to me

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The respect I give to you, you give to me

I know
(Know what?)
I know
(What you know?)
What do I show?
(What you show?)
Captivating lyrical flow
(They don't play it on radio)

Yeah, but the spirit know
But only a few can hear it though
The metaphysical lyrical blow
The minute you're in it and hear it, yo

See the evil and clear it, yo
See that for as many that died there was twice as many miracles
Uh, so let the dead bury their dead
Life is but a dream and in the dream we gotta get ready for bed

Better we look ahead instead, to the ones that survived
Pray for them too, 'coz there grace of God kept them alive
Yes, we mourn for the dead and will still kill for them
But what about the injured that must still rebuild again?

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The love I give to you, you give to me

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The love I give to you, you give to me

To all the people, that never lost someone
Consider the cost of the loss of a lost daughter or son
These cowards slaughter and run
And to know that there's more than just one

Makes you wanna store up your gun
And withdraw all the funds, but

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victorya
The love I give to you, you give to me

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The respect I give to you, you give to me

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Fa Ha - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Fa Ha
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Daryl Hall, S Everett

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Lyric:
Don't you know, don't you know
See this is worldwide baby
That it's wrong Germany, Italy, France, Japan
To take what is given
Many foreign lands
Talkin' 'bout Queens
(Ha)
I'm talkin' 'bout, Brooklyn

I'm talkin' 'bout, uptown
I'm talkin' 'bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too Jerz
The girl like, strong Isle they wild
The girl like, Connecticut
Yo they get them, they need to get more
Shutouts up there, word up
To take what is given
(Ha)

Breaker breaker one nine, I had a rendezvous
Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue
(Ha)
She was young, too wild without a curfew
(Ha)
Smile I hurt you, had me groin' berserk too
I'm guaranteein' she'll be leanin' in the coupe
Fiend in' for your loot, little demon schemin' for tiffany hoops
(Ha)
Her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped

Body sick, she never played fair yeah
(Ha)
Far from classy, walk real nasty
Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me
I can't do it baby girl, your man might blast me for
(Ha)
I can't die for American pie
Hypnotized cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's
(Ha)
No surprise, your pipe will rise
Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
(Fan ha)

Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
(Ha)
Blood streams the guillotine f'real yeah
(Fa ha)
Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles
I guess your motto is I'm a desperado
Leave alone, end up like caste llano
(Ha)
Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, till it's too late
You wanna time travel and re do it, but wait
You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates
Damn, all because you and had an early date
(Ha)
Close your eyes, recognize, visualize
What's the real reason you really freezin' them pies?
(Ha)
Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs
Got you subconsciously contemplation suicide

Should I learned, remember how your man died?
(Ha)
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
(Ha)
Multiple homicides, takin' life for
(Ha)
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
(Ha)
Check one two, or I select a few
Jewels for those of you, who are still confused
She's an obstacle, hot and tropical
Fatty so rock able, that anythings possible with
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Cheese fantasies, dodgin' the D's to please
(Ha)
Livin' life on a flyin' trapeze to keep
(Ha)
Who's the one you want?
(Ha)
Who you wanna flaunt?
(Ha)
She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want?
(Ha)
Why you sell drugs?
(Ha)
Why you a thug?
(Ha)
Why do fools always seem to fall in love with
(Ha)
More advances than technology
Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks

All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics
Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for
(Ha)
But they can't so they kill for grants
Smuggle iron in the party, pop ex for hot sex with
(Ha)
Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion
Instant gratification oozing
Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress
Split game relentless, I had to represent miss
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Yeah oh yeah
(Ha)
It's my 10th album
(Ha)
And you don't stop
(Ha)
I said this my tenth album oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ha)
And you won't stop, Knahmean?
(Ha)
10 baby, easy
(Ha)
We right baby

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Getcha Groove On - Lyrics - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water - Limp Bizkit

Title: Getcha Groove On
Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, William Frederick Durst, Alvin Joiner, John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers

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Lyric:
Millennium shit
Limp Bizkit X to the Z yeah
Bringin' it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen
My homeboy yo
Get at em, dog

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

Don't you treat me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy this
Every single second I'm alive, I'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicating through the Genelec
High tech, keep you on the run

Now don't wanna be that guy
Every single second I'm alive
I'm alive I don't understand why
I got your trunk full of candy
And your so high bumping off the sweetness

This is what you need
Another little piece of me inside you
'Cause you know that I'll always keep it true
And that's exactly what I do
It's what I do it's what I do

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha get your groove on
Don't keep us waiting too long

I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul and find yourself
'Cause mind control could turn y'all to someone else

So fast your head'll probably spin the fuck right off
Me and Fred about to go half on Microsoft
Them live earning twenty percent
Those little half-assed direct hits
Ain't even making a dent

What an event, ah Hell, Xzibit and Limp
As we attempt to bring home
The championship it's all in the risk
I'll still lead the league and assist
Give me the fifth I'm drinking while I'm taking a piss, bitch

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha get your groove on
Don't keep us waiting to long

I got untapped material, I serial kill shit give me that real shit
X finish em off quick, makin' your jaw split
When I'm touching the mosh pit
Constant conflict knockin' faggot's unconscious
Nauseous raisin' the stakes

Increasin' the weight
Got homies that can lay down and lift the plate
So, quit tryin' to invade my space
Before I call for a face-to-face
And got to rest my case like

This is how we do it
Just recognize we keep gettin' right to it
Lookin' into these eyes
Lookin' into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the flames
Then you might despise the size of my game

Step the fuck back, Xzibit's on the track
You should have buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that demo from an eight-track
Brought me to a place where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way

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Count On Your Nigga - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Count On Your Nigga
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Jeffrey Atkins, Irv Gotti

Lyric:
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule nigga
Uh, uh, yeah
Feel this
Uh, Ja Rule nigga
Def Jam, Ja

Look at my life style it's dangerous
When I was young this sorta life was contagious
Hustlin' hard like them sharks down in Vegas
My gat and I come bust spontaneous
This world made us to take only what they gave us
The game is our loss watch yo gloat
Then show you that this world ain't yours
Push crack like swingin' doors and leave strips wide open
Ja's holdin'

A pair a nines and ya'll cats foldin'
My life ain't been all that goldin'
This rhyme hit me at a young age and kept callin'
I know I'm fallin' into the evil of money and drugs and lose woman
But that's what I'm lovin' about livin'
Bein' I see my birth as a givin'
Knowin' my inner limits this gangbang ain't no scrimmage
Lets play big we're winners beg the Lord for forgiveness
For when I die please take me off your shit list
'Cause I'll be nameless, puttin' them through changes
The J to the A niggas know the flows crazy

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga, yeah

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die?
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga, yeah

I got a lust for this money, admire them old timers
Assume with no conscience, made a world so chaotic
Opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics
Brand new wips not this thick the hottest chicks
I just can't seem of keep them offa my dick
The difference is ya'll did ya'll thing on the low
Made a lot of doe, we did our thing high pro
Thou we still blew, I wish I knew dirty money was evil
I never understood until I lost a few people
Dead and gone still their memory lives on

Throw a mural up let them niggas them was loved
Now were in to better things, got our hands on every ring
Crime in the streets, 'cause it's my time
I draw the line between love and war really
Nigga you with me
Your flossin', out side that you fear me
Literally straight up and down with no cross
As God is my witness and Ja is yours
I'm a spit in your directions, hit the floors, Nigga

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga, yeah

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga, yeah

Uh, yeah
Uh
It's Def Jam
Topp dogg nigga
Recognize
Uh, Uh
Ja Rule nigga
Uh, Uh
Recognize
Def Jam nigga
Uh, yeah
Recognize
Uh, yo
I'm big boy nigga
What the deal big boy
What the deal
Uh, yeah
All my niggas, live on
Dog
We kill 'em all

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga, yeah

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga, yeah

Uh, yeah

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Crew Of The Year - Lyrics - The Movement - Harlem World

Title: Crew Of The Year
Album: The Movement
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): Ameen E Burns, Samuel J Barnes, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Jean C Oliver

Lyric:
Yo throw the beat on
Yeah yeah yeah
Trackmaster
Harlem World The Movement
The Commisioner
Cuda Love up above
This shit is not a game
Ya hear me?

Suprise I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes
Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno
First of all there will be no type of discussion
For this money the industry I'm bum rushing
And trusting who? Never that, only crew
And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do
So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights
Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights
Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin'
And we are holdin' down the track
Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin
Guess what, what? It's really not too often
That I let loose like this, but fuck it
Here's a portion with no endorsement
Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up
Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em
Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em
Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him
Right through him, like I never knew him

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out

Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs
But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs
It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs
Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet
You creep, niggas know who the thug
And that's why Loon never showed you no love
You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in
Fucking with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline
Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough
And don't need to gimmick to blow
When I get it you know nigga, 'cause I visit yo' hoe
I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo'
Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke
But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke
And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me
How the fuck you gettin' money doin' shows for free?

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
(Harlem World)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(The Movement)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(All Out)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
(Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(C'mon, c'mon)
Scream it out

Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements?
Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again?
Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again?
Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans?
Dumb niggas with Timbaland, til they body tremblin'
Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin'
I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins
Is that the same color my brother got sent up in?
You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin
Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan
You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine
'Cause in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon
You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in
You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in
And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man
'Cause I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in
C'mon

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out

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Deep Cover - Lyrics - First Round Knock Out - Dr. Dre

Title: Deep Cover
Album: First Round Knock Out
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Andre Young, Colin Fitzroy Wolfe

Lyric:
Hit this motherfucker G, no, naw man, I can't fuck with that
Aww man, I been dealin' witchu for three motherfuckin' months
You ain't hit the pipe in front of me yet
So what you sayin'? I think you five-oh
Five-oh? Man, I ain't no motherfuckin' cop
Well, hit dis motherfucker den

I can feel it

Tonight's the night, I get in some shit
'Deep Cover' on the incognito tip
Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, peelin' caps too
'Cause you niggaz know, I'm comin' at you

I guess that's part of the game, but I feel for the nigga
Who think he just gon' come and change thangs
With the swiftness, so get it right with the quickness
And let me handle my business, yo

I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop
Until I get the nigga maxin' at the top
(I hope you get his ass 'fore he drop)
Kingpin kickin' back while his workers slang his rocks
Coming up like a fat rat

Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back
So it's difficult to get him
(But I got the hook up with somebody
Who knows how to get in contact with him)
Hit him like this and like that

Let 'em know that I'm lookin' for a big fat dope sack
With ends to spend, so let's rush it
If you want to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it
On a nigga's time and a nigga's place

Take my strap just in case one
Of his boys recognize my face
'Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker
But I gives a fuck, 'cause I'm going 'Deep Cover'

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Creep with me, as I crawl through the hood
Maniac, lunatic, call me Snoop Eastwood
Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace
And, the motherfuckin' punk police

You already know, I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop?
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take yo' ass on a mission with the boys in blue

Dre, yo, I got the feelin'
(Whattup Snoop?)
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin'
Killin', feelin', no remorse, yeah
So let's go straight to the motherfuckin' source

And see what we can find
Crooked-ass cops that be gettin' niggaz a gang of time
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me

And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock
(So whassup nigga?)
What you wanna do?
(What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfuckin' twenty-two

So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we struck 'em, so fuck 'em
(I can feel it)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Six-fo'-five was the time on the clock
When me and my homey belled in the parkin' lot
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
(Better not be, 'cause if it is they gettin' lit up)
Oh, here they come from the back in they 'llacs

I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so whassup black?
(Chill, let's hear the deal)
(If it ain't up to what you feel then grab your steel)
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gon' come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip
'Cause you can save that shit
(Guess what they told me?)

"We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us"
Hmm, let me think about it

Turned my back and grabbed my gat
And guess what I told him before I shot it
"If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah
I'm lettin' my gat pop, 'cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop"

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
...

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Ice Cream Man - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Ice Cream Man
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Ken Franklin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's
A pocket full of stones, 3 G's and tryin' to lose these hoes
And the task coming sick 'cuz it's the first of the month
Fiends on my pager like I'm try to take these fools to lunch
Going crazy in the ghetto, try to kill me
My little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me

I pack a D 'cuz I'm paranoid at night time
Brother be pullin' jack, I'm in the hood bustin' gangsta rhyme
And still gotta watch my back in the hood gee
Like Spice-1 said those fools living like movies
Little kids get 'bout it, I mean my hood is rowdy
I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up and out it

Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3, call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin'
Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked
I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket
Break fiends on boulders, I means Al soda
Duckin' the task and try to hide from the rollers

And hangin' with Tru soldiers, my tru click, we true to this
Tru 2 da G A M E fools, we ain't new to this
And in the hood I got ice cream cones, and if fiends
Want a lick nothing for free that gonna cost you 20 bones
For y'all ballers that won't wait call on my pager
I got half gallon of milk fool I got 31 flavor
Mr. I C E, M A N is on the scene
You betta have my fetti if you don't have my ice cream

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Now let's see who owes me cash
I got's to go to grind and gets mine
Fools be try to check it, wreck it, but it's about that time
See who owes me, pay me now, don't pay me later, cricket alligators
Try to scheme off the top, but they be like playa haters

I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks
But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5, I'm maxin' glocks
You can come and check my grip, you can come and check this
But I'm on that triple gold 9 thriller L E X U S

Master P in the 500 S E L with a triple beam
You scream, I scream, but the fiends screaming for ice cream

Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Master P the Ice Cream Man

Y'all fools betta recognize I'm the real Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Master P or call me the Ice Cream Man

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Is That Your Chick - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: Is That Your Chick
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Timothy Z Mosley, Malik Deshawn Cox, Melissa A Elliott, Carl Terrell Mitchell

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Lyric:
R O C, Memph Bleek
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep callin' me Big
(And another one)
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick

Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, it's over man

When I twist her in the gold sedan
Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands don't make it rosy man

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie, what I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh, huh, okay, what's up, shut up and close the door

Act like you been in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you love how the white wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin' your money

Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirtin' while your workin'
Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers

Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash, bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab, the game don't stop

Legit ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all, you betta check her dawg

She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, unfaithful bitch

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was diggin' that down since '96 shit

Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know

Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak

But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin' clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the smash makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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It'S About Time - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: It'S About Time
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): J Denver, G Hardin

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Lyric:
There's a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again
Who's to say, you have to lose for someone else to win?
In the eyes of all the people, the look is much the same
For the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game

It's about time we realize it, we're all in this together
It's about time we find out, it's all of us or none
It's about time we recognize it, these changes in the weather
It's about time, it's about changes and it's about time

There's a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
I suppose, I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land
With his lips upon our mother's breast, he makes his strongest stand

It's about time we start to see it, the earth is our only home
It's about time we start to face it, we can't make it here all alone
It's about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind
It's about time, it's about changes and it's about time

There's a man who is my brother, I just don't know his name
But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same
And it hurts me when he's hungry and when his children cry
I too am a father and that little one is mine

It's about time we begin it, to turn the world around
It's about time we start to make it, the dream we've always known
It's about time we start to live it, the family of man
It's about time, it's about changes and it's about time

It's about peace and it's about plenty and it's about time
It's about you and me together and it's about time

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Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz &Amp; Benz - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz &Amp; Benz
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Terrance Kelly, Tim Patterson

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Lyric:
Yeah, LB fam finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin'
Want a shout out to the Uptown, you know man
Word up

MCA, this is how we do everyday
Me and Freaky Tah hah
Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' down representin'
So this is how we go, let me let you know, how
It be, in da, G H E, double T O, rhyme name ho
They be runnin' down the line
Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind

Whose the best? Whose the worst in this here rap game?
For those who claim to be the best, I tear them out the frame
I'm representin' puttin' Queens on the map
Double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap
Come up with a style to make con-versital
Don't treat me like no lame, I've been in this game for awhile
I've seen alot ta come, I've seen alot a go
I've seen alot ta break, I've seen alot to blow, a yo

It's a trip to see a nigga slip
Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip, get a
You don't even know the half of my crew
To be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew
Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border
LB fam start attacking some attacking outta order
Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats
And get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Now a dayz, niggaz frontin' like they ill
Now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin' things to do to show his skill
Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for
I know your style, you neva hit a blunt before
Oh, your just another in the race
Fakin' gats, takin' up space
To me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack
Listen kid, I've been doing this since from ways back

In the day, Ace Duce Tre
At the best, up to Zimbabwe hey
Whose the best? I want the best to come test me
So I can release some stress from my chest G
Is you down to go pound for pound
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round
I'm wonderin' 'coz I bring the thunder and the rain
'Causin' confusion to your brain

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Keep the shit live for the year 95
I got more niggaz in my tribe than there's beez in the bee hive
LB Fam everyday stay high
Mr. Cheeks, everyday high
Concentrate to get my shit straight
Make us wait, before it's too fuckin' late
The Lost Boyz, yeah that's who I be's wit
That's who I runs wit, who I smoke trees wit

Pack your bags, head outta town
I'll be back around so be gone before sundown
From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks
With techniques of the streets over rough neck beats
This room is going bounce about the Cheeks can't remember
I'm the muthafucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna, do what you gotta
Well let me tell you something man you can't do me nadda

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Now if you listen to my album
You see we only deal wit the real deal street life

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

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Heart In The Right Place - Lyrics - The Fox - Elton John

Title: Heart In The Right Place
Album: The Fox
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Gary Osborne

Lyric:
I've got a good by-line, they all know my name
The queen of the sly line, I feed on your fame
But I got my heart in the right place, it's all in the game

If you're doing fine boy, you got my vote
But step out of line boy and I'll go for your throat
'Cause I got my heart in the right place, so give me a quote

I'll ask you some questions, I'll tell you some lies
You'll open your heart like a friend
I'll make up some answers you won't recognize
That you'll create with my pen
But my heart's in the right place now and again

My heart's in the right place, know what I mean?
My heart's in the right place on page seventeen

I'll ask you some questions, I'll tell you some lies
You don't understand, but you will
I'll make up some answers, cut you down to size
And then I move in for the kill
Oh, but my heart's in the right place

My heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place, it's part of the skill

Heart's in the right place
I'm gonna destroy you and your reputation
Don't count for nothing with me
'Cause I'm an old bitch you see
And my heart's in the right place, don't you agree?

Heart's in the right place, just wait and see
Heart's in the right place, don't you agree?
Heart's in the right place, just wait and see
Heart's in the right place, don't you agree?
Heart's in the right place, just wait and see

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Lbc &Amp; The Ing - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Lbc &Amp; The Ing
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, K Nix, Calvin Broadus

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Lyric:
Yeah, you're about to witness somethin'
You never thought you'd witness before, check this out

Welcome to the house the D O double G built
We got honey, cream, silk an' milk
We make that big bank an' keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take

Nigga, don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for Crips an' the beat dogs
True niggas do niggas, hey, you nigga
Can't get with us 'coz we rip shit up

It's Mack Dime an' D O dub
Here's a toast to the most, West coast love
Fo' sho' though, I let you know from the get go
Pullin' on my endo, rollin' through the Wood with my kin dog

Not De La Soul but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm known to the peoples as the Inglewood Swanger
Been rollin' gold Danas since a BG banger

It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin'
An' niggas say we bangin' 'coz our colors be flamin'
But I'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack
I show Snoop how to whoop an' then I front him a sack

Nigga, better blue tennis shoes tidy with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin' party
I got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
The cold thing about it is that them niggas kept it true

Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street Rue an' Maddog, I think that was his name
But anyway, what can I say? Oh, by the way, is anybody 'kay?
So when you in L.A. or nigga, 'round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah

Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING

I'm makin' green in the rap scene from coast to coast
An' rollin' three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean
See, Snoop an' Tray Dee in the LBC
An' wasn't nobody trippin', just cool as can be

No harm up in norm, so the hatas got bigger
But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger
An' that's fo' sho' though, you know how it go
Jump in the low low an' bang with the homies, fuck a ho

So just keep away crack an' leave your bulletproof vest
Dogg, there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS
Game recognize game an' it always should
It's all good an' you niggas got a passion, Inglewood

Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie
That's on, the one an' only, I keep the big homies for the phonies
So let it be known, from my hood to your town
That Connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound

Now all my peoples in the LBC
Pull up a chair an' have a dime bag on me
See, we be DPGin' this, we in this thang
To make hits an' bump a bitch an' maintain

'Coz the more better you get, the more cheddar you get
The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get
See, I found out quick, don't say shit
Just take care of yours an' handle it quick

Yeah, it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac
Niggas been gettin' shot on my block
But we got to make a change an' the thang is this
I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist

But I wish upon a star
To stay down with Mack Dime, pushin' Caviar
The real recognize the real, I'll kill for that nigga
ING, DPG, deal with it, nigga, for real

Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING

They live on the streets an' they hustle for fame
Some claim 20 Crip but most claim insane
See, it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job
An' if you live in Long Beach, it's like a macabre

From block to block, everybody's bad
An' if you don't know where you at, you better tuck in your rag
Push heat on the street with Chuck D's on his feet
Makin' money, slangin' tapes up out the Compton swap meet

Up jumps the boogie, some niggas gang bang
So keep a big steel if it's a real G thang
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
An' keep the yay on the stove 'til the whole ki cracks

Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin' all hogs
It's Connect gang rollin' with the Pound an' Snoop Dogg
An' everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be
It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O O D City

Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
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