Act A Fool - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): R (King Tee) Mcbride, M (Dj Pooh) Jordan

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Lyric:
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day
So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy

Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash

Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep'
So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk because disco sucks

Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I'm goin' to town and
Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school
Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool

The way I [Incomprehensible]

Now, I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin
He answered the phone and said, "What's up?" I said, "What's happenin?"

He said, "Where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch
The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck
If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother"

Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco
Amount and I pulled out a 10
And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"

Now, I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin
Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin'
It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane

Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
He said, "When we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn"
So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead
So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head

Now, I'm feelin' tipsy and I'm headed for Watts
But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop?
Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair but they say it's not real

Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass
So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky, I was nice and I didn't act a fool

We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, I tried not to fall
Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl

Got to the door and what spots my eye?
My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai
So, I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray

This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no
'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended, that's splendid
Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it

'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don't care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me

I get nutty, act a fool when I want to
Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life
Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe
Do you know why? Do you know, do you know why? 'Cause I'm cool

Well, kill me
Shoot me, muthafucka
I gotcha
Oh, goddamn

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After Dollars, No Cents - Lyrics - Master P

Title: After Dollars, No Cents
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): K-Lou Masta P Silkk The Shocke

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Lyric:
Come one, come all, tru niggaz ball
I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Nigga tryna pay tha rent

I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz
Gats for enemies, freeze, hundreds of greens
Kill, robbery soldiaz born to ride
Killaz born to die, mommaz was born to cry

Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger
Niggaz from tha South keep one up in tha chamber
Lord knows when ya enemy is quick
That's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back

'Cuz they gone off that pila shit cane
Niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains
Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop?
Who tha next in tha hood to get shot?

I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU
Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry
Look my enemy in tha eye

Fuck every nigga that ain't real, 'cuz we 'bout it
And if I have to die 'cuz a nigga gon' shout it
I was born a 'No Limit Soldia' from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked
No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds and balls
Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed
Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South to Overseaz

Niggaz Independent and Rowdy
Nigga check billboard number 1 and bout it
That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio
Now niggaz might see tha P on tha video

But a niggaz still tru to tha gizame
Represent tha hood and every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang
These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill
Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, 'cuz we

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollarz, no cents
We represent'n No Limit
Put it down Rolex, presidential
Nigga ride everythang I done sent you

Nigga, I went from riches to riches
Not muthafuck'n rags to riches
'Cuz I've always had money
Plus I've always had bitches

Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo
Nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know
'Cuz I pull a high solo, hit 'em fo' they gee'z low
Lay low, crow get a bien' to go

Why ain't you ever know?
Don't crush dimes and mo mo's
Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low
Take a trip together to tha ocapulka

But show those
Put ya breasts right up under my polo's
Nigga strapped with a 44' and I'm solo
To try test'n tha best nut and that's a no, no

365 days, 24-7, I'm 'bout my richez
See money is a must, everything is a plus
Including weed and bitchez

It went from 18.5 a key, not 18.5 fo' me
See'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know
Ghetto millionaire, ship and guard tha dope, you know

We have Silkk and P

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Better By The Pound - Lyrics - Me'Shell Ndegéocello

Title: Better By The Pound
Artist: Me'Shell Ndegéocello
Composer(s): George Clinton, Grace Cook

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Lyric:
Pleasure's the motivation for the human race
Everything starts and ends with sex and appeal
Feeling good is the bait, Satan uses to fish for you and me
Comfort is the poison when it's the spirit he wants to kill

There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky

There's such a need for us to feel nice and it's getting better
We got to have it more than we ought to
The preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction
The ladies keep giving up the gratification
You know what, I'm feeling better by the pound

There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky

You know what, I'm feeling better by the pound
I'm feeling better by the pound

Joyful is the hocus-pocus that's haunting all mankind
Said he couldn't be what he needs to be you see
He and only he is free well, he who is truly free
Say, free from the need to be free

There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky

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Busa Rhyme - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: Busa Rhyme
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Robert W Parissi, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Marshall Mathers

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Lyric:
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
I'm lookin' for someone "Of" to beat the crap "Out"
I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically
(One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, coz now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)
And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Coz everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah, who?

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want
(Yo)
What you want
(Yo)
Ahh uhh yo

"A person from another planet might disagree with you"
"Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady
Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you
(Ahh!)
Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch

Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the east and west beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess
(Uh-huh)

It's rainin' rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'coz pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
(Uh-huh)
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground
(Uh)
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now

Uhh, one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

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Click Click - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Click Click
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Stu Phillips, Glenn Larson, Albert Johnson, Marvin Bernard, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open

And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus

I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my forte makin' pennies

They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy

Niggaz leave prints 'cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like nobody doin' 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus

I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred Ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone

Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago

My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
'Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit

And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would

That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
'Cause tonight we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

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Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Peter O Phillips, Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life
Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha, ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight, what?

Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Geyeah, know what? I'll make
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance, you copy me
Like white crystals, I gross the most

At the end of the fiscal year, than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, candidate
With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind

All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villain win

I spend Japan Yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J A Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence

Nuff dollars make sense
While you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life, huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks just drivin' a Lexus

Make it without your gun
We takin' everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake
And we gettin' it done

Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaouw

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

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Dem Niggas - Lyrics - Lil' Troy

Title: Dem Niggas
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Troy Birklett, Ardis Wise, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
A ha
Yeah, for all y'all
Most difficult

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I'm the master mind, get money leave the past behind
'Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine
I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with
Artist, I'm still one thick

He told me to bring, well, here it go I run shit
You bustas please ain't done shit
We authentic time peace ice up to fice up
I'm still here who lights up

Goin' on, somebody turn the lights up
Is the mic up I can't be touched
You got cash, well, it can't be much
You missed us

I'm the same one playin' me close
I told ya it ain't done
I bring the rain if I cock back
I'm the aim one, the thing to ask if I want it I bring the Axe

You niggas can't fuck with me
I put it down real so my nigga Troy stuck with me
I cut for him and now he cut for me
Grim got the keyboard, I got the razor blade to match
I got the Lacy drop hits on the track

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas man
Even though I had to front some niggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas, you know, I'm Lil' Troy
I don't want none of you niggas, I will kill everyone of you niggas

Why you bumpin' 'cause you moved up to score a half a brick
Bitch I move three half a lick
I.D. you know the rules get your mutherfuckin' ass in line
And have my mutherfuckin' cash on time

Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip
Tied you up and didn't even reason kid
I paid the price Gill bitch, I saved your life
Now you're thinkin' everything's all right

When I caught you off tha soft and a pistol bumpin' you all
Another reason I should bump you off, well, I ain't sayin' no more
I know you better start payin' me though
'Cuz bitch I ain't playin' no more

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I done down to pull one, unload a clip popin' a good one
You niggas can't fuck with us
This Short Stop baby, you ain't got enough of us
You want to bring it ain't shit to me

I roll one deep but you better have a click for me
'Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk
I'm artist that's Troy but we both stay nonchalant
You don't know how far our money extend

When you pushin' tha Benz I'm ridin' shotgun
Cop in twins, he got a case I've got to die for the ends
It was a half of a meal from the jump when he started to burn
One lick was three and a quarter to burn

Throw three hundred in the aisle these niggas got full like that
I drink but I don't get full like that
I stay sober when it's good for me
And grab my glock and make sure I put enough on me

Fuck dem niggas
Yeah, fuck these niggas
You know what I'm sayin', we roll with enough of niggas
And 'um, I'm takin' contracts out
Every motherfuckin' body that owns somebody in this bitch

You know what I'm sayin', come see Lil' Troy
I don't care if you on the
East side, west side, north side or south side
If you a hoe ass nigga
I'm taking y'all ass out for the 99 bitch

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Do You Wanna Get $? - Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

Title: Do You Wanna Get $?
Album: Harlem World
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Robert Rans, Peter Brown, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, come on, uh

It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now, I want they ass in my limo 'cuz now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno

Now, all the labels out, wanna send a memo
To do a remix y'all, but Mase say N O
Figure once I make it, they'll fake it
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked

And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed
Now, a nigga' tape on blast, I laugh
Figure as days pass, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class

Four years ago I couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough
Now, I no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
On a yacht, nigga, fuck a boat that row

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

Yo, the reality of it all, everybody can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But see, I could go the whole summer, gold Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble 'cuz it's less trouble

Make my dough and I just stack, no investment
I live off just that
Money, hoes and clothes and shit that I'm best at
But I'm a Bad Boy, so, you gotta expect that

Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to
Make hot jams y'all, sell bi coastal
If you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money back on anything that got my vocals

This is so true, I do what pros do
'Cuz broke ain't a state that I'm tryin' to go through
Dealers give me credit any place I go to
Drive out in the Benz say, "Let Mase owe you'"

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

See, the moral of the story is
I'm not here to replace Notorious
I'm just a young cat tryin' to do his thing
Harlem World style, pursue my dream 'cuz see

The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that
You say you got mad hoes, well, we'll see tonight
Mase be the cat that'll lead you to the light
Messin' with me, shorty, you'll be aight

Stop listen' to all them cats on the block
That tellin' you that Mase don't rock
'Cuz Mase is hot and Mase got a drop and a yacht and a big knot
To move you and your moms off the block

For real though, Mase got real dough
That be in briefcases, cats kill fo'
And since you can't beat us, it's best you join us
'Cuz I know you won't have this hold that's on us

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

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Believe - Lyrics - Made In England - Elton John

Title: Believe
Album: Made In England
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch
War makes money, cancer sleeps
Curled up in my father and that means something to me
Churches and dictators, politics and papers
Everything crumbles sooner or later

But love
I believe in love

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, no borders to cross
Love is simple, hate breeds
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone

Without love
I believe in love

Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me

Without love
I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love

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Evil Empire - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Evil Empire
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
There's a country where no one knows
What's going on in the rest of the world
There's a country where minds are closed
With just a few asking questions

Like what do their leaders say
In sessions behind closed doors
And if this is the perfect way
Why do we need these goddamn lies

This doesn't go down too well
We give you everything and you throw it back
Don't like it here you can go to hell
You're either with or against us

There's a country that's great and wide
It's got the biggest of everything
Try to attack it and you can't hide
Don't say that you haven't been warned

You can't hide in a gunmans mask
Or kill innocent folks and run
But if you good at it they might ask
Come on over to the other side

There's a country that's tired of war
There's a country that's scared inside
But the bank is open and you can draw
For guns to fight in their backyard

I could go on but what's the use
You can't fight them with songs
But think of this as just
Another tiny blow against the empire
Another blow against the evil empire

Another blow against the evil empire
Just another blow against the evil empire
Just another blow against the evil empire

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Fast Peg - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Fast Peg
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Bryan Philpot, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah
Funky! Uh
Yeah

Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg
A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs
Dressed to kill, her physique is ill
Her face belongs on a dollar bill
Her boyfriend's down with the M-O-B
Drivin around in a 300e
Trunk jewelry and all that
Talkin bout, "My man can't fall black!"
Sippin on cham', diamonds on her hand
Takin cash, carryin drugs for her man
Drivin around in a kitted up Jetta
Under the seat a automatic beretta
You know, the whole blase blah of rap
Tellin brothers they need to get off the brastrap
That's the type of girl she is
Word to Miz, she got the
Full length blue fox, knock you out the box
Big rocks, this girl is hype Hobbes
The type of girl that cold did son wrong
She got the face that you wanna spend money on
Her man be smackin her up
Yeah, backin her up
To the wall, get undressed, where you goin?
You ain't playin me out with that hoein
Look in the mirror, check the jewels
Silly rabbit, you know the rules
But he had to leave on another deal
So she's out there with sex appeal
It's the weekend, time for freakin, she's sneakin
Outside, tellin her homegirls, we can
Do the do, with who-ever we want to
Cause we're the fly girl crew
Not knowin her man messed up the money
Ridin around, thinkin everything's funny
Went in a disco, came outside
Somebody pushed her in a beat up ride
She had to pay for her man's mistakes
They shot her in the head
That's the breaks

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Bounce Wit Me - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Bounce Wit Me
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Tristan Jones, Premro V Smith

Lyric:
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
Roll the windows up, baby, blow an ounce with me
We tight of the green and hen, get in the wind
Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends
Lets do it till the police kick the doors in
Tell them niggaz get to steppin', let all the hoes in
Make room for this big body
In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi

Brave, back as a spade
Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin'
Eightball the one they mentionin'
Hot south southern fried everybody wanna taste
Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place
Show my face, and get love when i'm recognized
G and me in the 5 gettin' high, Ball has got cheese
Showin' love with the thicky
Relax your mind and, baby, bounce with me

You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
You could sex on ex in the Lex with me
Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

Get on a Continental jet 7:30 in the a.m.
A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the Mayhem
Beeper off, at the swiss with my mistress
Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this
Playground just for her to play in the hay around
Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around
Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps

Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee
Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry
Bounce, baby, bounce, shake the room up
Do it, keep it hyped, so we can blast off
High into the sky until the beat stops
But don't stop, till all the hoe's clothes drop
Call big ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy
Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me

You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
You could sex on ex in the Lex with me
Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

Now I have been many places, seen so many things
Did what a lot of niggaz only see in they dreams
Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big
Now they let me bust shots all over they wig
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday
I know it be this way 'cause I make a lot of pay
I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally
Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy

Dead, 'cause everything I said flip like work
Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts
Hate to see a player doin' good, I know
Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe
Little did you know, I got the people standin' up
Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff
Eightball spittin' nothin' but poetry
Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me

You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
You could sex on ex in the Lex with me
Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
You could sex on ex in the Lex with me
Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

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Busa Rhyme - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Busa Rhyme
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Robert W Parissi, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for some other thug, to beat the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically
(One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following

It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls flush

Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)

And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want, what you want, ahh, uhh, yo

A person from another planet might disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady, Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming)

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later or get your ass kicked now

Uhh, one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

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Child - Lyrics - We Kill Everything - Gwar

Title: Child
Album: We Kill Everything
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David E Brockie, Michael R Derks, Don H Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter P Jackson, Scott A Krahl, Matt Maguire, David M Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stampe

Lyric:
Having a child with a person I don't even know
Jumping up and down in the crowd she got a face full of blow
She caught the sperm in her mouth and then she put it down south
She didn't understand that a burrowing beast would plop out in the pan

She's having a child and she thinks it's such a clever stunt
What she's really gonna get is a claw in the cunt
Things went south that's when I started to fuck in her mouth
She didn't understand that I'm a happy dappy Sammy Davis Jr. man

You wanna get out of your life? Well, go fuck a rock star
Then you can quit your job at the crummy fucking titty bar
You'll be lying on your back next to the wall with your legs in the air
Crowd of fucking doc's coming on like they really don't care

She took that fistful of sperm and crammed it right up her womb
So she could lie with her legs in the air in the hospital room
But there's one thing that the little girl don't understand
That I don't have a dime and I don't give a damn

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Come Back In One Piece - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Come Back In One Piece
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Stephen Garrett, Robin Mays, Earl Simmons, Irving Domingo Lorenzo

Lyric:
There we go, okay, okay
Don't do me greasy, okay

Uh, aye, yo, you know what a dog needs?
Do you really know what a dog needs?
Uh, a dog needs a, grr
(What? What?)

A dog needs a, grr
(Come on)
Not just any uh, but a real, uh
That's gonna hold that dog down
Arf, arf

Baby, I am what I am, I'm gon' be who I be
Everything from chasing a cat to pissin' on a tree
Let me see what I gotta see, do what I gotta do
Dog for life but keep it true

Every once in a while I'll break out the backyard to roam
And get reckless but I still know that home is home
And when I get there I'ma sit there, take a shit there, put my dick there
Do I handle my business? Shit, yeah

I'ma run 'til I bust my gun and empty the clip
Never come home, I gotta go just gimme the whip
I ain't got time for the lip, just open the fence
Let me go, I'll come back, I ain't got time to convince

Ever since I was a pup, I've been stuck with the street shit
Keep the heat, shit, fuck it, nigga, gotta eat
I past on the weak shit, if it's out there I want it all at one time
So when it's my time, I've done it

I know you kill for me, you'll die for me
I know you like to rip and run the streets
But I get nervous sometimes, baby, I can't help to think
You might not make it home to eat, I barely sleep

Could you pick up the phone and call me at home?
And let me know you ain't in some heat
And don't go crying, you're grown, you know I'm lookin' out for you
'Cause you be lookin out for me, me, me

(Yo, you can go with your dogs)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(So, you can go head and ball)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
('Fore you go bettin' it all)

If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(I know you up in it all)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
Piece, piece

And oh boy, I know you go to do what you do
You're makin' moves, I'm makin' moves yo, we coo
(What? What? What?)
Lay on your paws I got your back if you fall
Nothin's too big, nothin's too small just go ball

Uh, dog tags around my neck, the streets are mine
I might leave the heat behind 'cause in the streets I'm fine
That's why niggas sleep till nine, out by ten back by ten
Sleep til' nine, do it again

If you love somethin', let it go, if it comes back to you, it's yours
If it doesn't fuck it, you'll never know
You got me I got you, dog with a dog, ride till we die
If it's on, then it's on

(Yo, you can go with your dogs)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(So, you can go head and ball)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
('Fore you go bettin' it all)

If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(I know you up in it all)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
Piece, piece

(Yo, you can go with your dogs)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(So, you can go head and ball)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
('Fore you go bettin' it all)

If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(I know you up in it all)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
Piece, piece

(Yo, you can go with your dogs)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(So, you can go head and ball)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
('Fore you go bettin' it all)

If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(I know you up in it all)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
Piece, piece

(Yo, you can go with your dogs)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
(So, you can go head and ball)
If you make this promise to me, you make it back in one piece
('Fore you go bettin' it all)

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Damien - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: Damien
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Mel Jason Smalls, Damon Blackman

Lyric:
Uh Def Jam
Uh Ruff Ryders
The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
My nigga T P creep with me
The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one
Where's my Guardian Angel need one, wish I had one
I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down, what
And tryin' to fuck all these bitches I'ma show you how
But who? My name D like you but my friends call me Damien
And I'm a put you into somethin' about this game we in
You and me could take it there and you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin'
That's a givin', you'll see

Hmmm thats what I've been wantin' all my life
Thinkin' 'bout my little man so I call my wife
Well your dada is about to make it happen
What'chu mean my nigga?
I'm about to make it rappin' today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we're alot alike and wants to be my friend
You mean like Chuckie? Ha Ha yeah just like Chuckie
Dada looks like w both lucky, yeah

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

Hey yo D
What up D
You a smooth nigga, I seen you
But nobody knew who pulled the trigger
Yeah, you know it's always over doe
You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe
Na, na that ain't my style
May you stay frontin' but you still my man
And I ain't goin' say nothin',
Got yo weed go 'head smoke it, what?
Go 'head drink it, what? Go 'head 'n fuck shorty
You know I can keep a secret, aight

I'm about to have you drivin'
Probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends blood out, blood in
Sounds good to me, fuck it, what I got to lose
Hmm nothin' I can think of, any nigga would choose
Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas
Pockets stay laced, nigga I push G's
For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand
Now that I think about it yo, that's my man

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

You like how everything is goin', you like what I did, yeah
You know if you was goin' down I'd be the one to see it, true
But yo I need a favor, these cat's across town hate me
Plus they behave, they haven't been to good lately
What anything for you dog where them niggas at
38th and Broadway
Let me get the Gat run up on 'em strapped bust off caps on four niggas
Laid low for 'bout a month and killed two more niggas
Now I'm ready to chill but you still want me to kill

Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real
Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time
Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in '89
Naw, that's my man
I thought I was your man
But yo, that's my nigga
Hey who's your biggest fan
Either do it or give me your right hand
That's what you said
I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

In the fog, the fog livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog?
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
To be continued motherfuckers

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Hell Night - Lyrics - American Psycho - Misfits

Title: Hell Night
Album: American Psycho
Artist: Misfits
Composer(s): Paul Ciaiafa, Michael Emanuel, Daniel Rey, David Calabresse, Jerry Ciaiafa, Jerry Only

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Lyric:
Thirteen have come and gone, crimson death, crimson blood
Rise from Hell, its fire burns everywhere
Thirteen, the spell's begun, summon up the devil's son
A monster born within everyone

I know it must be stopped
It's kill or be killed

Hell night, whoa, hell night, whoa
Hell night, whoa, hell night, whoa

The thirteen, we must find, burning gives us little time
Kill them fast and get away
The thirteen have been slain and are laid in shallow graves
We must destroy everything at the scene

And I know it must be killed
It's kill or be killed

Hell night, whoa, hell night, whoa
Hell night, whoa, hell night, whoa

And I know it must be killed
It's kill or be killed

Hell night, whoa, hell night, whoa
Hell night, whoa, hell night, whoa
Hell night, whoa, hell night, whoa

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Exodus (Intro) - Lyrics - Exodus - Ja Rule

Title: Exodus (Intro)
Album: Exodus
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving D Lorenzo, Anthony Hawkins, Frederick Charle Hawkins, Jeffrey B Atkins, Veesee L Veasey, Seven Marcus Aurelius

Lyric:
In case you don?t know the call me Loc, short for L O K I
I?m speck for rule saying his last goodbye
This is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride
From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye

In the next plan in time I've seen the rock split
In the ride it?s as rough as the ride gets
And you know that they all want to murder The Inc
But they can?t kill us and now we got to finish these niggaz

And if finish it means murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
([Unverified])
So be it

Last that I recall, they tried to murder the God mimic my style
Then leave them in memory of
But smile, some memories lost, the new identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just give me the nod
But the air play the gun, play from New York to L.A.
The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like Pirelli's
We had some good years but I?m tired and ya niggaz despierin'

And trying to put the dalce to the fire, it?s like an episode of the wire
The only difference is the vengeance is taking us in real life
Now, everybody wanna look at us and think twice
And point there fucking fingers like damn the bad guys

Y?all nigga?s don?t know, we them niggaz, man
Murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all
There ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga
I just wanna let y'all know man I've been through so many things

N if it wasn't for the way I live life
Would a nigga pray every night to Christ?
Jesus I'm just asking
'Coz my prayers never seem to get answered

Ma mama didn't raise no bastard
I was born with the talent you can?t touch
I call magic, you call it music once it get remastered
I got with Gotti started makin' classics

It?s murder, it?s the courses of traffic
Trust was my only niggaz force of habit
At the time in the game everything was average
Pac catches die, big catches die
And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive

First he sign D then he sign me
Then he introduced Jay and the rest is history
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the misery
Reminiscin' the Spike Lee them was the school days
We graduated with A's

But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and AK's
And till they back up 'coz that what they gave us
When they read the vendikas and various papers
But no heart, no foul y'all, niggaz is funny style anyway
Now, we go hard shit till the edge

That?s a good question though, see I don't understand
Why they would think what they thinking about
It's just not the case though I love my niggaz that's all I'm guilty of
And that all that I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz

It's all good though I ain't stressing that shit man
Sometimes God has to put you through things
That bring out the best, very in who you are nigga

Sam said it to me, he said, "Sometimes greatness
Is not what you accomplish, it's what you overcome"
Still breathin', feel me?

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