Broke Niggaz - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Broke Niggaz
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Amin Cooley, Jerold Jr Ellis, Eric Carson, Dave Elliot, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks

Let's see how your vest look, see if it fits ya
Picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas
I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches in gold is a no-no
Livin' low like de la soul it's the 'O'

And the folks don't understand, yes you can
Rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man
They know me as the loyal citizen, the boy who visited hot

But on the spot I'm more chillier than Dennis-in finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip you fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me
Fuck lobster, I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens

I got work someone told knumskullin rollin'
Four man deep in a stolen jeep wit' heat
Keep the space between niggas and me ever
What? Ballin' outta control? Nah, petty theivin'

Leavin' no evidence or clues bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
But you gets robbed by the luniz fool
If I was a bum I'd be straight to ride out
Fuck a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller

Knuckle head fool wit that master plan
Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand
Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man
That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man

'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep
I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep
So punk P, the situation is I skipped it
No set trip got the glock caulked

Keepin' the tech on the hip like a pro
Deep up on the slope pick up the pace
Wit no time to waste put my gun to his fuckin' face
Action-packed wit my shit it's the poetry

Kickin' this psycho shit wit my click, so you knows of me
It's goin' down I'm all about my mail
Wit my g's flipped from keys
Equals dope I'm a sale client-tell

Got me on top wit raps a crook
But all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs
So mutha fuckas took they last look
I'm broke, I'm sellin check books
'Cause broke niggas make the best crooks

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

Eh Bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that?
You're cocaine, give it to me, now what the fuck?
You, you must be snortin' some shit or something
What the fuck is that?

Let's go turn off all the lights
And make it seem like no ones home
Niggas comin' from the East side
'Bout to hoo ride and get stole

See the whole thang was a plot
'Cause that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
12 o'clock Lexus coupe fill it up wit hella loot

Since your neighbors are all in my business
You niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is
Juss throw on a ski mask and then I dash this my last visit

And then I'm outtie 350 probably you niggas scared, don't stop me
I'm a pro when it comes to gangsta robberies
The Paraphernalia, The Niggas, The Killas, The Mobb
The Riggas, The Skrilla, The Dealas is doin' they job

Eclipse keeps clips, so don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga
I'd rather jack yo ass nigga than be a broke ass nigga

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

Dope fiends in the kitchen smokin' on a pipe
Hustlas on the corner, shootin' dice
All of my folks in jail, raisin' hell
Got bitches on the whole stroll sellin' fruit cocktails

To clock mail fuck pimps ballas shot callas
All of us gots to get our money on
Oakland be's no joke it ain't no muthafuckin' funny bone
Sky out to your honey comb hideout money gone

Pullin' capers on fakes erase your papers like white out
Ain't no tryouts or basketball sports juss a crazy horse
My four-fifth strapped when shootin' craps on the porch
Back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row
Even though I try I can't let go

Like Mariah Carey the four-fiver to blow shit up like Maguire's
Me be steadily Mobbin an robbin' a cab driver
Either be a broke ass, no cash havin your doe on I float on
Break more niggas than Ozone

What really goes on hops the props, I must clock
Hearin' no glock will have that ass holdin' like buckshots
Fuck cops I post on the block slangin' crack-noid
Avoid being broke I'm tradin' places wit Dan Akroyd

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

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Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Rob Mays, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, uhh

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh uh major coins

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Yeah, not done

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh-uh uh uh

You ain't gotta be rich but funk dat
How abitchgonna get around your bus pass
? Put thisasson your mustache
Can you afford me, my ? ? this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git up, git out and get somethin"shit
I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca
Late nights, candlelight, can I tear thecockup
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My,shitremains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdinshit, I dash yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me

Uhh

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah

Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh! yeah

It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin and platinum
Cause from now on, you can witness ja the i-con
With hoodies and timbs on, cause I thugs my women
Veve, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us?
If not boo, you know what, I still got you

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce bounce wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah

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Amerikkka'S Most Wanted - Lyrics - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - Ice Cube

Title: Amerikkka'S Most Wanted
Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Eric T Sadler, Keith Shocklee, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cos everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter

You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin' I'm scarin', ya
I'm darin' ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag

'Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
'Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1

All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?

Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna squab
I'm still rollin' wit The Lench Mob

AmeriKKKa's most wanted

Back in the day I did my share of dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I'm liable
To bust a cap 'cos it's all about survival of the fittest

I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack, back to the criminals sect

I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
'Cos I'm slick and slippery
They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs
And sweat 'em like sweathogs
And get mad, mad 'cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's most wanted

Aiyo, here's what the poster read
'Ice Cube is wanted dead', that's all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and si-reens

When I feen first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
Put another jack in progress, it's the American way
'Cos I'm the G A N G S T A

Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' cut-throat
And tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so who gets the worm?
And if I'm caught in a trap, you know I'ma beat the rap
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off, FBI on my dick, stay off

I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight
'Cos I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America

Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass

Word, but who the fuck is heard?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let 'em see a nigga invasion
Point blank for the caucasian

Cock the hammer then crack that ol' smile
Take me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the jewelry

Three weeks later, I'm at the P A D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
Whattup G? Saw my face on TV

Damn,oh shit! I didn't know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when
The ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in

'Cos the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin' my own kind
The police didn't pay it no mind

But when I start robbin' the white folks
Now I'm in the pen wit the soap on a rope
I said it before and I'll still taunt it
Every young brother where the colour is most wanted

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Feel The Girl - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Feel The Girl
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen

Ms. Jade's the name comin' to ruin the game
Bringin' the thunder and rain, bus or a train or a plane
Me and my girls shrivel all over the world
Makin' you stumble and hurl, braids, ponytails and the curls
I got them folk pumpin' and movin' around
Jumpin' and gettin' it down, sweatin' and workin' it now
No question, gonna throw on them clothes tonight
So set them bows tonight, engines gon' hum on the bikes

No matter if he black, Puerto Rican or white
Stiletto heels tonight, free chicken wings and some rice
I got your dude lickin' my toes and stuff
What, what, what, what, what, light the chronic up
I know y'all gonna love when I do it
I do it professional like Duro and Clue, doin' it all for the loot
Y'all better get y'all asses up out the seats
Sweat runnin' down your cheeks, virgins turn into freaks

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Ya bet was lost, time to set it off
Shoppin' at the mall, don't care what it cost
Concerned about who be in my sheets
You got beef with me, then don't speak to me
Like how my flow different kinda pace
Garbage and the waste, please get out my face
You wanna taste? Miss me like I'm Mase
You wanna taste? Lick me William H.

I'm leavin' y'all toothless like Gerome
Rollin' on the chromes, two ways and the phones
This Philly chick ain't wit this silly shit
Blunts and dutches licked, scrapin' up for rent
Rat smugglin' like the government
Keep 'em bubbelin', take it on the chin
So now they all duckin' from the slugs
Kisses and the hugs, just cut up the rug

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied
Chain hangin' like Nas, see right through the lies
Y'all never knew a dame could be so tight
Killin' and feelin' it right, gettin' it on tonight
We keep it real, type of chicks we are
Gettin' nice at the bar, bang it loud in your car
I'm from the town, niggas gon' hold me down
Lost but now I'm found, watch me snatch the crown

I clear my throat, ladies spit what I wrote
Takin' off my coat, stuntin' tryin' to poke
We in the back, countin' and peelin' the stacks
Combin' and brushin' the tracks, y'all can't hold me back
I'm comin' out switchin' and changin' your route
Takin' it to the house, bills and large amounts
I got the club bouncin' and shakin' they frames
Glass fillin', puff and then pass, if your feelin' in Philly then dance

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
Freaky freaky, feel the girl, frick feel the girl
Fricky fricky feel the girl, frick feel the girl
Feel feel, frick feel feel, freaky freaky feel

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Freestyle Ghetto - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Freestyle Ghetto
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): James Patrick Broadway, Roger Mcbride

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Lyric:
(See, look, look)
I grab the mic and start breakin' down niggas
Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom
Ain't no mic checkin' worse
Kick some rhymes if you got but if it's wack

I draw back the cap for the peelin'
Should of stuck to rock dealin'
'Cuz it's the blood stealin' super vil
Chill, stayin' high like the ceilin'

See there ain't enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown, throw down
Your best style, I'll bust
Yo, I write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up

Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect, I'll snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials

Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit' a dental
And a loaded pistol, no longer lookin' in the window
I'll bust a field wit' indo killin' quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here

Like a fuze, start spreadin' the news
It's 94 and Breeze is givin' niggas the blues
I paid my dues and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom, 'cuz I'm about to explode

And drop bombs like a B1, cops I seize none
And niggas step up, I soak emcseason
Three seconds to destinate, you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate, you fuckin' featherweight

I ain't the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on tour

Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours
I'm psycho pathic like Manson ain't wit' the dancin'
But still I get more Cheers than Ted Danson
More dough than Marino or roles than Pacino

You beatin' me? That's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin' I'm unbeatable, I'm sayin' I'm untouchable
Livin' comfortable just like a Huxtable
Plus I'm rollin' wit' the cross roads

Movin' fast forward, while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
But I'm a stay black

No matter how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets bigger
You might get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this nigga

For the balls basketballs microphones gassin' grass
Hey, some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass
93 mandingo 94 I'm the Pharaoh
'Cuz I'm b-bad to the bone marrow

I get wild wit' more styles than the martial arts
I need weed, I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the Ro was a looter
Now I'm writin' raps on my lab-top computer

J-Ro the tittie fiend, rap dean, wearin' green
Been on the scene, since the age of 13
I learned I had to earn the mic, now's my turn
I got Furious Styles like Larry Fishburne

Wit' da bitches tunin' me in
Like it's the Young and the Restless
Next up to bust my shit from the L-I-K-S's
Yes, it's the freshest wit' lyrics rough around the edges

I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of Benson Hedges but hold up, wait
I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht

'Cuz I be rockin' rhymes since the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she Patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the tables while I throw these lyric atcha

So slow down before ya fuck wit' my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey and turn ya self around

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G Building - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: G Building
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, E Murry

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Lyric:
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch, who dat?
Me bitch, who dat? The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic
'Cuz when I'm spittin' I'maI'm a split your shit, when I aim
Yo, you try to get a name but ain't provin' a thang

I'm still doin' my thang, go head, bells they still ring
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane
How you like me now? That Kool Moe P, shit, nigga, put it down
Yo, I need a silencer gat, shit too loud when that bitch start to holla

Nigga, do child, made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out, why?
'Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas, stand up
You gotta get it, 'cuz you now listen, dump off your body

'Til your whole family die fishin' the street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame, I agree fuck the fame but I got four words for ya
Don't fuck with Fame 'cuz I'm a machine gun, Kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, yap a dude ain't no escapin'

These streets I'm raised in, it's so amazin', we still blazin'
Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin', they be strippin'
Your cantelope off the pavement wit yo' wig split in half
And your chest caved in, so walk on the green, I'm a cut yo' ass down
If you walk in between, so listen up and hear me boy
I'm the American, slash, pretty boy

First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough
Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move
But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin'
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin'

I done figured it out, what's that? They don't want us to shine, true
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron, I still got it
For when I'm facin' situations like this, you dissin', I'm hittin'
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand, I'm a whole different
Breed of man, Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx and I'm servin' double

And single shots on the rocks, nigga, what? Who gon' tame me?
I'm a back block nigga and can't nobody change me
You can look at me strangely keep yappin' at your dogs
If I go up in your mouth, don't blame me, first family trainee
Take what's mine, '99 is my time to shine, that's that

Take it easy, fuck that, I'm ready yo I refuse to dilute jewels
For you fools on this radio, fizzy wo', suckas never played us
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place

They know, I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shut up, shut up, now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it fire

First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough
Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move
But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin'
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin'

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Can You Bounce - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace) - Ice Cube

Title: Can You Bounce
Album: War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Richard Frierson, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Bounce it, bounce it, shake it, shake it
Wiggle, wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
Baby, baby can you bounce to this?
(Bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Bounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

I hear you braggin 'bout the money you fold
Same nigga that be kissin' my colon
When you picture me rollin'
Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like Nolan
They call me Poppa Doctor
(Poppa doctor)
See your bitch and I knocked her
(Yea)

I collect them like Pokemon
From Nokishan, accept the ones with no behind
You can keep 'em
(Keep 'em)
Keep 'em from creepin' when I'm sleepin'
Same bitch and same club every weekend
Same drink, same dress, brainless
What would you do if I handed you a stainless?
(What?)
Can't fuck with a girl that's gameless
Would you tell the po po's what my name is?

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Baby bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Smoke an ounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(Yea, yea)

Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little

Don't stop get it get it
I'm not the kind to get jiggy with it
I'm the kind to get niggy with it
I'm a show you what it's all about
(Trick)
Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out
(Bitch)
Don't pretend you can live without
(Dick)
Come with me ain't no doubt that I'm
(Rich)

Whatchoo goan do in the early morn?
When the lights come on and your drink is gone?
(Ahh)
Do you think you grown, think we convone?
It's a party at my house I got drinks at home
(Yea)
Get to undressin', pull out the lethal weapon
Look you in the eye and I aks you one question

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(What choo smokin' on?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(Throw your hands in the air)

Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Show me, uhh)
Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
(Yea down)
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Poppa Dogg)

Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me
Wit me, wit me, wit me, can ya?
Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me, wit me
Wit me, wit me, can ya?
(Yea, yea, ahh haa, ahh haa, ahh haa, yea, yea)

Who that nigga that be in the club every week?
Who that cheap mutherfucker won't buy you a drink?
Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speak?
Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stink?
Who that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silk?
Who that girl showin' tits, like she got milk?
Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt?
Who that fool in the parkin' lot about to get killed?
(Yea)

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Can you bounce?)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Blaze one)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(If you down with this)

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Huh)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Dogg best C.G.)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(Uhh)

Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Uhh)
Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Uhh)
Yeah
(Bounce it, bounce it)
Ice Cube
(Bounce it, bounce it)
(Bounce it, bounce it)

Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me, wit me
Wit me, wit me, can ya?
Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me
Wit me, wit me, wit me
Can ya bounce?

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Check Yo Self - Lyrics - The Predator - Ice Cube

Title: Check Yo Self
Album: The Predator
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Sylvia Robinson, Jiggs Chase, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, O'Shea Jackson, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
Yeah,
So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Check

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cos I'm bad for your health I come real stealth
Droppin' bombs on ya moms fuck car alarms
Doin' foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine

Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin' in a house of pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya

Head butt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy

This ain't no fuckin' motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya, takin' that yack to the neck
So you better run a check

So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Chickity-check
Chickity-check

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
'Cause they bitch may pullin' out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, 'cause that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle

Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style, watch out now
I hate motherfuckers claimin' that they foldin' bank
But steady talkin' shit in the holding tank

First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin' for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin' up in ya slow

You're gone, used to be the Don Juan
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin' your eyes and neck
You better run a check

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health

Chickity-check
Chickity-check

If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium
I got six and I'm aimin' 'em

Will I shoot or keep you guessin'
And fuck you and that shit ya stressin'
Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker

Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit

Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
'Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self
'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

Chickity check
Chickity check

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self

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Goin' Thru Some Thangs - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Goin' Thru Some Thangs
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Lil Boosie, ***, this me here, this gangsta
Been going thru ***, so much ***

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

I been goin' through some ***, from my *** to my ***
And these *** wanna snitch
I wanna get rich but sometimes I don't believe
Tryin' to sell a hundred thousand but they burnin' my CD's

*** please, won't you get me help?
Get yo' ass off that computer and buy the *** up off the shelf
'Cuz I wanna ride candy, man, just like the others
Sometimes I wish I should've took the good route
Just like my brotha

This *** say they love ya but they steal just for ya dope
Call you a rat like that and try and steal ya ***
I still *** and these *** wanna rap about you
Know you a soldier but they still want bring
That savage out you to get exposed

And these *** they for the money
Tell ya old lady dirty lies but they know they frontin'
Check this out, in Baton Rouge, it's real wicked
And you can't go platinum down here 'cuz this ain't New York City

And all my cousins doin' time, thuggin' in the pen
I'm thinkin' 'bout 'em every time I take a sip of Henn
And I ain't gonna lie, I don't wanna be like Camouflage
I met him one week, the next week, he died, almost cried ***

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

They hatin' 'cuz I'm V.I.P., ride through my city
Wit my hat bent like T.I.P
I'm all G, they got a lotta *** signin' deals
But they can't talk what I be talkin' 'cuz I spit the real 'til I get killed
And these *** changin' like the weatha, think he yo' ***
But you lookin' at the *** Devil who want yo' bizzle

And that voice that he wish he had
Jealousy got *** creepin', down to bust yo' ***, we livin' fast
But you know this how it gotta be
Money, cars, clothes and *** 'til they pop at me

This for my *** down in Texas on them *** swingas
Who got the whole otha side of town wanna stank 'em
And Lil Boosie, man, I been stressin' 'cuz the *** I did
Not wearin' a *** got me stuck, now I'm wit three kids

This *** is real, wish I had a real friend to holla
They tend to laugh when I tell 'em 'bout my *** problems
But I be stackin' the bread, so mama straight when I'm gone
I been prayin' for Webbie 'cuz Webbie wild wit that ***

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

I'm sippin' gallons, tryin' to ease the pain
Hopin' my *** keep it gutta but they seem to change
They why I'm solo, blowin' dolo in a different city
Thinkin' these *** tryin' to do me but they rollin' wit me

My *** the sickest but she listen what the streets say
That got me stressin' 'cuz she might be leavin' any day
I tried to pray but when I holla, He ain't holla back
That's why I'm missin' prayers
Daily tryin' to get these stacks, why that?

But this situation that I'm in
The judge tryin' to send to the pen and give me 10 and do me in
Got me stressin' on some major ***
My momma agin' and my grandma and my baby sick

This hatin' *** got me one step away from clickin'
It's me against the world, even got all my people ***
I look my mama in the eyes, told her to respect the game
She like, ?Boosie, leave it alone, look at Craig Games?, damn

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

That's real life right there, man
You go through so much, you know what I'm sayin'?
*** be thinkin', a *** be ballin'
But a *** be strugglin' at the same time while they ballin'
You know what I'm sayin'?

And I been going thru some thangs
No nobody understand me, man
I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man

I wan' ride candy, man
But no nobody understand me, man
I wan' ride candy, man
But no nobody understand me, man

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I Got Love - Lyrics - Music & Me - Nate Dogg

Title: I Got Love
Album: Music & Me
Artist: Nate Dogg
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Ricardo Brown, Ray Charles, Roosevelt Iii Harrell, John Jackson, Brett Williams

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Lyric:
I got love I got love
I got love I got love

I got love - I, got, love, for, my homies who be rollin wit me
They know game - play, no, games, cause, ain't nobody playin wit me
I got love - I, got, love, for my niggaz on my family tree
I got love - love for the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before, you gon' still gon' be down wit me
I got game - I, got, game, cause, the game was given to me
Say my name - say, my, name, cause, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up - give, it, up, if, you like the way I'm rhymin this beat
I don't know - know nuttin better, chasin my chedder
If you in love with a whore -- you ain't never listened to me

Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh

Captain save - cap-tain, save, a, hooker cause she hangin on me
She can't hang - she, can't, hang, cause I ain't lookin fo' a wifey
Just in case - just, in, case, I, better take a weapon wit me
And these hoes - keep cover, down for whatever
If she stress me some more, I have to leave her dead in the street
Run me how? Run, me, how? Cause, haters they be all in the mix
And they know - where, they, go-in, ain't gon' get no better than this
Can't they see? Can't, they, see, we, ain't some niggaz they wanna diss?
D.P.G. - though I'll love a trick never, treat a bitch never
I told you before, so you better not be fuckin wit me

Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh

Platinum chains - plat-inum, chains, is, all you ever see on my neck
Diamond ring - dia-mond, ring, as, long as I can keep every check
All the same - all, the, same, as, long as you don't ever forget
I was taught in the ghetto, wear the tight bellow
If she head for the stash, I always got this pistol wit me
Cap-tain, say, we, bustin to a hell of a beat
Then we came - then, we, came, cause, they base'll knock you off of your feet
Just that deep - just, that, deep, I, betcha we be movin ya feet
Voice kinda mellow, place, from the ghetto
If you still want some more, go and get the fuckin CD

I got love I got love
I got love I got love
I got love I got love

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Freaky As She Wanna Be - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Freaky As She Wanna Be
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Tre Songz, Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Courtney Travis, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
[Foreign Content]

Songs, Dem Franchize Boyz, they from down a town
I'm VA around the world baby, they be as freaky as they wanna be
Hey, hey, she freaky as she wanna be, hey, she freaky as she wanna be
Hey, hey, she freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She be herself around me, freaky as she wanna be
Give me Georgia Dome, like I'm sittin' and affect the harmony
Can I enjoy it, make a little noise
Stand ready for it, you already know it

She swallow it gobble Dick little bitch from Memphis
In love wit my cock, she give a Jimmy a French kiss
Her favorite position is doggy style or in the butt
and the place that she likes is on the couch or in the truck

And I bang on her pussy like a mother fucking door knock
Knock like the Flintstones, yeah, making the bed rock
It's group fun, believe she do what she do son
You view some, and use some, and use some and use some

It ain't no fun if my hommies can't have none
She winked her eye, blew a kiss, stuck out her damn tongue
You know that she ready, yeah, remove the bed spreads then
Give a little head then, get on in the bed then

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Was in the club, posted like King Tut
Rollin like a fool lookin' for me some cut
Who got tight boobs, king cover type but
Nice head on her shoulders and the bitch will give it up

Body shaped like Budweisers Classy hoe
That like to be pile driver DDT a bitch
I can go for some Hours let Parlae
Hit together we like twin towers

What you thought that I wine, dine show you things
I'm the type of nigga let you suck
While my chain hang, if you don?t suck then you can lick
While my chain swang, you as freaky as you wanna be

Promise I can maintain, gotta know ways and tricks
To make this dick spit, flip that, suck on the dick lice a sip stick
I gotta lot to offer, but for you its good wood
Make you Chicken and waffles

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She freaky as she wanna be and she know she thick wit it
Hangin' off the ceiling fan, she like to do some tricks wit it
D F B bitch, so you gotta let the click hit it if buddie hit it
From the back, you gotta suck a dick wit it

I need a groupie hoe who know what the deal is
Ask her where the purp where the goose and where the pills is
Call me Dave Houster 'cause that?s where I wanna be
She suckin', as she fuckin' 'cause she freaky as she wanna be

Ten necks so you know we ain't finished yet
I don?t wanna fuck though, I want me some pigeon neck
Suck a nigga dick or something, do wit no hands
I say do it wit no, do it wit no, do for my man

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Now she freaky as she wanna be, grabbin' on the wood
'Cause it's good and she wanna see, leanin' all up on a G
Ashton might just run out 'cause I think this hoe is punkin' me
She's punkin' me, 'cause she's a freak, she do everybody

That pussy ain't shit but that mouth like a
Hurricane, she keep her hair fixed and I fucked it up
As soon as I bust a nut she grab the dick and she suck it up
Bring her to the hotel and she do the team

She's a ghetto bitch all she wants is hot wings
Nah, nigga she like the way a nigga ice bling
She's a good girl and she's a actor
In the room alone she's a fuckin' dick doctor

Pop my balls in her mouth, like she pops some capsules
I like them easin' out the county and like the way I sold
They choose ya cause a nigga is a rapper, fuck 'em good
And straight get ghost just like Casper

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She do it how I want her to do it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
She move it how I want her to move it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She called said she ready to see me
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
She get there ready to freak me
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Do that there, there, said she do that there
I said she doin that there, there
Baby you doin' that there
You be as freaky as you wanna be

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Let'S Ride - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Let'S Ride
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): R Brito, Jim Jones, R Robinson

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Lyric:
Jones, Capo Status
You know what this is about, 'bout riders
All my states around this country
All my ghettos, my niggaz ready to ride
R.I.P, Biggie Smalls, this one's for you

We some riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and get high, let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride now let's ride

Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip
Big ass guns in a stolen whip but if you got weed then roll the shit
You rollin' with them rollin' Dips, straight up weed no poofin' these
Straight up G's no doopin' me, crazy b's that shoot up shit
Major cheese off of movin' bricks

From cuttin' up rain to shuflin' rain
Baggin' these hoes, fuckin' some dames
Waking up morning and fuck is the name

I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows
Stuntin' hard like 50 thou
I keep my goons my niggaz wild
Shootin' that thing till ya shit go blaow

The palmin' cheese can't come my needs
Hatian niggaz bombin' weed
Gats mo-mo, techs gon' blow, all in these streets
Shots with a four pound, AK when it go 'round
Don't play when it go 'round
In little Haiti them niggaz crazy like "Get 'em, baby"

Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride and let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride now let's ride

Call my gang to bust, know you fags ain't dangerous
Must be high off Angel Dust
To think that you can bang wit' us hang wit' us
Tape you to the hood no thang with us
Shoot up ya club get ya mangled up
I call my gangstas up and get ya faggot ass tangled up

Now what you bitches, step on the corner wit' a bunch of G's
Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police
Me, myself, I run the streets wit' no regard like, "Oh my God"
We just sittin' here not to lose, high off weed with lots of booze
Call my G's when I got to move
'Cause I drop 100 G's when I dropped the Coupe

Niggaz found a way tryna take my life
'Cause I run 'round the way wit' a neck full of ice
Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite
So if you niggaz want war we can do it tonight

I'm prayin' to the Lord that optimize
Dip Set Byrd Gang know I'ma ride
And I'ma rep till my last breath
Take a pull of my last hit

Pull up on these niggaz and blast the bitch
East side when I mask the bitch
We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac, lotta load gats
If a niggaz run on me then I gotta go back, back
And we gon' ride out, just ride and get high
And just ride and get high add let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride now let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride, now let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire
Listen lame, I'm insane to this game, get this flame in ya brain
Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire
Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain
Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Yo, who is realer than us? We'll turn jailers to smuts
I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff
Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup
Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go Taylor my Chucks

You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice
Faggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite
My niggaz blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite
Shout to my man Tito Lino facin' natural life

I'm just natural nice, you's hermaphrodite
My man Zeke be home three nigga pass the kite
This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right
Cabbage sliced, matchin' chain, matchin' Nikes

You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed
Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees
I done crowd the please, wit about a thousand keys
Ask about me, I ain't gotta break a smile to cheese

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It'S Hard Being Wifee - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: It'S Hard Being Wifee
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Tyrone Fyffe, Inga Marchand, V Santiago, Robert Kirkland

Lyric:
Uhh
Ladies y'all know how that sayin' goes
'Be careful what you ask for in life
'Cuz you just might get it'
Dependin' on what you ask for
What you get you might not be able to get out of it
You heard? Uhh

Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em
(Uhh)
Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch, must be up to sumpin'
Or be lyin' on his dick, shit

You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy
The head, 'til you spent yo bread and blew his dick
Especially if he trip, shit
Don't complain, bitch, do your thang and cop that range
(Uhh)

When he hit you with that game
You be like, 'A'ight, dude, whatever'
And sleep on it, put like a week on it
Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it

Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you
What the fuck am I to do now?
Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch, dude
I'm that same bitch
(Uh huh)

Don't you know? Never cross no ho
Especially if she was wifee and she know where that stands go
Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid
(Uhh)

He don't know that I stick a move
Get him right for that Chyna White
Nothing to lose, and I see right through him
Yeah, we fuckin' tonight

In the Duque, what he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight
And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky tonight
And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight

Uhh, mostly, they'll play you closely
(Uh, huh)
Especially if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em
Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that
Bomb head, every night, is the sex like that? Uh huh
Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like that
Over do, not this once, he don't handle like that

Should'a known not to fuck with no lightweight cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that
I'm like, "Dude, where the fuck is yo big heads at?"
And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that
Plus he act funny and he only fuck with track money

And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money
It's not a game, nigga
And like Sparkle, be careful what you say, nigga
The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do this
Put it down for you

First chick he ever cried fo' never had a chick that raps like this
(Uh, huh)
And impressed for no see 'cuz we straight like this
(Uh, huh)
And he makes a it very clear baby mothers don't exist
(Uhh)
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight

Ughh, the situation is
(Uh, huh)
Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit
Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness
Pleads no fifth, leaves no traces, ya heard?

What the fuck is this? Payback shit?
(Uh, huh)
Is it God striking me for some way back shit?
I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?"
(Uh, huh)
And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist

And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six
Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split
(Uh, huh)
Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks
On the low but I know that he love when I flip
(Uhh)

Ya betta know how to throw the smash game
Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last name
(Uhh)
Any bitch could do a nigga whole big
Any bitch could lock up and have a kid

Any chick could fuck a nigga despite
But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife
Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick
And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his chick

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight

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Murda Mo - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Murda Mo
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Gary Logan, Paul Morley, Ann Dudley, Trevor Horn, Jonathan Jeczalik, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder
Will ya die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die,die, die, die, die

Better watch that redrum
Tha bloody mo, murder mo, merger, it will learn ya
Don't be fuckin' with the thug to thug slug
Rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood
Roll with tha gun in my hand
And they can't understand how we ran wit' da murder mo
Niggas, were jealous and they [unverified]
They get me, stick me

Playa haters, they be quick when they pull out they weapon
Me wish you would never decease
It's keeping me deep and they all be me victim
And on da phone when I call my dogs
I'll be ready anytime you wanna go
(Ho)
Put him on tha ground wit' da 4-4

I just wanna let a nigga know
Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin' with da Bone
When they really wanna see the Bone go
Now nigga you dead wrong
You better take a couple steps backwards
I'll collapse ya, cap to the playa haters
Just remember we're pillin' you jealous back stabbers
Back stabbers
(Hey)

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo
Da da da
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)

Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
My thang, my thang, my thang
(My thang)

Nigga fuck them po-po, we betcha gotta automatic
(Oh yeah)
Let's pump that bore up
If I could just look up and see po-po dyin' I and I, I'm flippin my mind
Stoned up wit' da gauge, little rip'll put tha donut in the grave
Where they lay, then we play wit' da AK-47, 357, even 187
I gotta gauge and you got a gun

But cha better try to get ya weapon out before mine
Shoot 'em in da head, but you make sure they dead
Then da nigga fin da fled, while they layin' in red
Call my OG homies, tell me when the police come you pray
Nigga gotta go, see ya later ho, leatherface gots to get to [unverified]
Stay leatherface got's to get to [unverified]

When a nigga wanna try me
Had da heat a wit' da trigger on a nigga
But I really, really get it witcha

Hey, Easy, pop, steady murder dem po-po now
I can stay packin' when attackin' po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get viscous wit' my clickas
Gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun
Stun blastin' when attackin' po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get viscous wit' my clickas, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun

Rollin', rollin', rollin', baby, that's thugs up into your soul and
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall

We never knew homie could fuck wit' da tongue
They give us no competition
Who's got the gun, don't fuck wit' number one
We never knew homie could fuck wit' da tongue
They give us no competition
If ya [unverified], feel real, reload da clip
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall, they fall

Dear Mr. Oiuja, dear Mr. Oiuja
Dear Mr. Oiuja, dear Mr. Oiuja is it
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Mo, mo, mo

Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]

Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)
Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)

Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)
Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)

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4 Da Fam - Lyrics - Amil

Title: 4 Da Fam
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Tyrone Fyffe, Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Amil Whitehead, Dwight Grant

Lyric:
This ones for the family
[Incomprehensible]
For the dynasty, a million
[Incomprehensible]
Check it out, yo

Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs you know bleek

Squeeze hammers t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas

Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubber-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert eagles, street sweepers, loud metal

It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like furniture
Pop up with the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M Bleek R O C dot com

This philly cat back at it
Still throwin' crack at it
Still fuckin' with them crack-atics
Still bust 'em with them black matics

It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin' to get my ass at it
They say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all mathematics

Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know mac pack gat twice

Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, I wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price
It gets that nice, when you live that live

Papi knows yours name
And you ditched that wife
Nigga it's gets stacked green nigga
It gets stacked chain nigga

I get forty G's a feature now
Hold Franklin's like a Aretha now
In the SL two seater now
And I'm in nuthin' but diamonds

I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
I fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars

I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money
I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of with the rent money
Movin' on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus

Give me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin' ta come up, gotta wait a while
As of now, Amil-lion just played ya style, you dealin' with, nigga

The, the roc, the the, the roc
(Let me talk to y'all niggas real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc

Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing
Y'all thinkin' Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' more like "ming
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things

And I'm havin' a child, which is more frighting
But y'all about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big benzsesses
Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is

An office don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is
Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil

This is much more than rap, it's black entrepreneur
Clothin', movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's what
Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut what

It's the, the roc, the the, the roc
It's the, the roc, the the roc
You rollin' with the roc
Dynasty niggas, that's right like no other

It's the, the roc, the the, the roc [Incomprehensible]
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
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