Z - Come And Get Me - Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Come And Get Me
Album: Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
But when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck
Ignorant bastard, I'm takin' it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun
For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun
Well, here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic
Homey I'm not into hype, trust me, I'm still street

You still fuckin' up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin' real sweet
But reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs
Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother
I'm a crook like you, I took like you
I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you
How dare you look at jigga like I'm shook like boo
I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me

Come and get me
Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka come
Come and get me! Ka ka ka come and get me
Come and get me! Ka ka ka
Ka ka ka ka come
Come and get me, come and get me

Don't know what y'all niggaz is
Tryin' to do but I don't like it
Yeah, straight gangster shit
Hey, uh huh uh uhh gangster shit
Uhh, straight gangster nigga
Roc

Yo, your summer's 'bout to get hot
Niggaz home from jail and they plottin'
Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top
The continental T, got 'em resentin' me
God I work hard, please don't envy me
I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
I can recall a year ago, I almost lost this job
All y'all remember is the part about me parkin' the hog
What about all them days I was walkin' my dogs?

Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back
And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?"
Imagine, bein' skinny growin' up around broader cats
The quiet assassin' demeanor of them college cats
Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin' back
Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete
Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay
How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away
Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away
Well, I got news for y'all fools today, hey

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good
I ain't crossover, I brought the suburbs to the hood
Made 'em relate to your struggle, told 'em 'bout your hustle
Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you
You know normally them people wouldn't be fuckin' witchu
Til I made 'em understand why you do what you do
I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasn't for you"
But instead, all I hear is buzzin' in your crew

How y'all scheamin', tryin' to get accustomed to my moves
So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house
But I got pride, I'm a nigga first
I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first
That's how Jigga work
The funny thing, I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse
And that's the shit that hurts
But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here
So when y'all feel that the time is right

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo
It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle
I'm treatin' it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna
My game change but my mindframe remains the same
I gotta protect what's mine
Shit I started from nothin', zero, zip
I made my way hustlin', I don't owe niggaz shit
I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped

Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped
I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip
Two in the stash, one come up when I shift
I keep one under the chair where I sit
I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch
Ask Big, everytime he'd come to my crib
He'd find another gun that I hid
I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is
Everyday like a hundred-and-six, shit

I got shots to give, come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

I got shots to give, come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
I got, come and get me

Motherfuckers!

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Do Your Time - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Do Your Time
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Corey Miller, Chad L. Butler, Shamar D. Daugherty, Dwight Grant, Alonzo E. Lee Jr.

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Lyric:
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name, Darren
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my cuz J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
And every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal

Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie
I got your money on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all
That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****
Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline
F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line
Your b**** missed the V I this weekend
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'

The canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
Talkin' about old connects and new prices

Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, stay up homie
To my man Steve P, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, stay up homie
To Abdul McKeith, stay up homie
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***
'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world
When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary

I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
And three months later that n**** came home too
Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as trill as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go

Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night

You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in b****, sit down when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
To my homeboy Mack, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up homie
To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you

To the King Larry Hoover, stay up homie
To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie
To my n**** Mystikal, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

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Ether - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Ether
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Rondell Turner, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Fuck Jay-Z
What's up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick nigga
You love my style, nigga
Fuck Jay-Z"

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Ay yo, pass me the weed
Pour my ashes out on these niggas man
(No doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel
And kiss the fuckin' ring

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live
(I will not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

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Z - If I Should Die - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - If I Should Die
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Malcolm Byer, Shawn Carter, Kaseem Dean, N Leguerre

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Lyric:
Come on, life, death
Here, gone, yo

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa

Skated through with the Cesar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail

Rhymes still written well hold court in the street
Never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail
Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me

Everybody around us become one for that day
To live life get your shit right and play
Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's okay
But life's short don't miss a day uh

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

Don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep gettin' it on my niggas, say word is bond my niggas

I got a lot to look back on in '88
Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on
Gettin' shorties like a thespian
Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that

Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled the root out
Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts
Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat
Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets

I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill
Like is that mystery God real? And how was Kennedy killed?
I ain't mad, I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas
With Latifah broke the code of Geneva

I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the
Cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker
Then it's on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son and tell him never have a friend

Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
Never shed tears cry liquor my nigga

If I die don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep bangin' these songs my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas, if I die

Don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga

I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone
Born to live forever through life's struggles
I cut corners and took drastic measures
See you niggas life expire right in front of me

Time could never mend what these cold streets
Mentally done to me too often I close my eyes
And see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave
This world that I'm lost in my only chance

To see the seeds I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important

I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' and blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days and 40 nights
And I'd return on the 3rd like Christ

Without my physical portion
My spirit a poltergeist for sure
I'll be back through the heist tomorrow
Blood over y'all fake niggas door
What you thought? What you thought?

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga, when I die

Don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep gettin it on my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas, if I die

Don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs
Run into Pac ask him where we went wrong
Tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form
Is everything that's invisible gone?

I need to know will I still feel pain or will it be ironic?
Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain?
Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers
Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?

Can I puff cigars and drink Cristal?
If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly?
Can I still touch lives answer they 'What's and whys'
Make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five?

If I should die
Don't cry my niggas

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Gangsta Shit - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: Gangsta Shit
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Linda Creed, Jeffrey Atkins, Shawn Carter, Jr., Ernesto Shaw, Thom Bell

Lyric:
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

I understand why y'all niggaz is mad at me
Sittin' around like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the cars and the bitches, livin' lavishly
But there's only one problem, y'all ain't bad as me

Who could flip a record company from a half a ki?
Then drop a gold album, do the math with me
Turn right around and go platinum, that would be
Fuck it, I lost count, why don't you tell me the amount?

Since you gossip like groupies, notice please
I never go broke my name got two G's
J I two G A, I flip that
Up on the platinum and be on the next day

I be right there when your mics blow out
I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out
I'm right there with the same ice to light up your house
Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out

I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a legend
J-Hova, end of the session, fuck with me now

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

We live from the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate
Two knocks on your door, one gun in your face
Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe

Place the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You better hope this money don't catch fire
You so soft, no mask, no rope, one clip and I
Let this nigga run around untie, I swear to God

You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him
I haven't heard him in a while and you know how come?
His little faggot's in the corner dialing 911

Snatched the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough
What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and drugs?
In the underworld we take care of beef ourself
And another thing yo, we police ourself

Either you follow the codes or don't sell cocaine
This life will swallow you whole, so get out the game
Go to church every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
And drug dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job
Fuck [Incomprehensible]

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangstam gangsta shit

Nigga who else pop guns and rap jewels
Meanwhile burning in hell, child
We the center of attention
Show me love for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men

Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar boughs
Got hoes for every home and never fuck they own
Even though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones

Dialin' a 213 zone now
Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her down
Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle behind me
But every time I look away, he's hittin' me blindly

I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and here it is
But soon as the nigga smilin', darker the night gets
That's why we gangstas and y'all players
Take two to the heart, Inc., world most Murderous

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

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Konichiwa Bi**Ches - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: Konichiwa Bi**Ches
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Robert Diggs Jr., Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches

What up, what up, these n****z suck?
They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B
If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG
F*** it, I'm salty, the game been loss me

Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
Hey Carlton Fisk, n****, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
And put my body in the lost and found
You with the business, then bust off a round

It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s***
The main reason they be robbing and s***
The same reason you've been targeted b****
(These n****z must of forgot)

The thin line between a hoe and a trick
Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth
(Yea, motherf***er I'm high)
There I go again, blowing a spliff
When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P.
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all
Well, then y'all like me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me?
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest
Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done
There's no survival, now who care to be next?
(If you don't know me by now)

Know where the borough is, doing it for
The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa
The French call it "forpa" when f***ing with son
The odds a hundred to none, too many flavors
Y'all ain't f***ing with one

It's getting deep, see the plot thicker
No place to be, if you b*****, n****
Outside the Clan, we always got RZA
I put it down, like I don't give a
One in the head, I bet he don't get up

We drinking malt liquor out of your Benz
Just to talk slicker then paint a scene that you can all picture
You going in? Well, let me walk with cha
It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P.
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all
Well, then y'all like me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me?
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches

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Z - Mo' Money - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Mo' Money
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Shawn Carter, Carl Mitchell

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Lyric:
That nigga let his fuckin' flow go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a Micky
Drop that joint

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix y'all
Like a muh'fucker, oh yeah
Whassup my nigga and still hot up in that boy
Ain't it man, yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, c'mon

It's the remix
TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get this money

I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, black body
And in case you didn't know, I be the twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up

The ballers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it as fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' after me

I know I got what you want
I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top
Before you get this money

Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Gettin' that money my nigga

Oh, five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money my nigga

Makin' dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin' legends
Now, let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin' that money my nigga

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now, the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my forty five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over and I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a Butler for my maybach nigga
White linen, smokin' cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger

Feelin' on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice ladies
To come up to my room and do, me
Have her man like who's he?

Was a pimp at birth, first hoe was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with the gift and the curse, whoa

Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two o'clock
In the movies 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non stop

This for my project niggaz
Wide body mo' sippers
Pimps hustlers herb flippers
Get this money

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

Gettin' this money switchin' my whips and my kicks
Like, I'm just addicted to difference you pick
What you want from me to be a lame

With visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes
It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
Either in prison or pay visits like in laws

So we fend for ourself
And the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost
What else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745
Big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes when you
Gettin' that money my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get this money

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Numb/Encore - Lyrics - Road To Revolution Live At Milton Keynes (CD/DVD) - Linkin Park

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Like Toy Soldiers - Lyrics - Curtain Call - Eminem

Title: Like Toy Soldiers
Album: Curtain Call
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marta Marrero, Luis Resto, Michael Jay Margules, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter

I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless
I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em

That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie`s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and nas shit

And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it

That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin'

Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth

While he's all over TV yeah I'm talkin' a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it I understand this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated 'cuz once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?

It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him

Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Mean while my attention is pullin' in another direction
Some receptionist at the source who answers phones at his desk

Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous

Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc

And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us

We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have runyon avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is

But I ain't try na have none of my people hurt and murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further

But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man if y'all can quit poppin'
Off at your jaws well then I can 'cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cuz

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

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Z - People'S Court - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - People'S Court
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Robert Kirkland, Alan Tew

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Lyric:
Jigga, bitch, yeah
Fuck Judge Wapner, it's Jigga, ya heard?
Y'all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin' Code
Section 1001

Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
Niggas from where want what?
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up

I got heavy arm and my niggas
Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
Fuck with the wrong one

Shawn Gun, harm one, two
Fuck y'all wan' do?
Bastards, niggas know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask shit

Get your ass twist
It's the rap's El Ni, get your brain splitted
And I don't like pussy well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same shit, they

Can't fuck with the language
Soon as the slang's spitted
If you came you get it
Plain as a game with them thangs with it

On co-sign and the whole nine
Leave you where I find yo ass
Lost with no signs, you're so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on

Got a vest on, went to Folsom
When you guess wrong I'ma press one
Muthafucka

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your language with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street

I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin' your bitch
Or if it's Supreme Court like stealin' your bricks
Look, my guns is all-range, more pain
In differential, whether you're big money or small change

When I cock it, ball game
My pistols never miss-trial, here's the determent
With no chance of parole bullets comin' concurrent
I'm like "Why, nigga, try Jigga?", you must remember
It's like bein on trial for your life with a public defender

Let the jury fill the seats up
And start the court calendar off
With doc. number 9mm, all rise
The Honorable Jay-Z presides

Instead of a mallet I hold a tool
All objections over-ruled
Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it
Two guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examine

Like Tom Cruise, poppin' with the 'Top Gun' you lose
Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your language with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street

No flow's sicker, no cell can hold Jigga
Since I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt' no cocaine convictors
No contest in a rhyme fest, I'm best
Under oath raise my hand and I spit it, honest

Know our facts for real 'fore y'all decide to act ill
When you blow trial ain't no comin' back on the pill
It's Murder One, bail set at a half a mill
It's Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas, red-rum

Commit hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt
You get state time for fakin' like you greater than Him
So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk Sergeant
Say you're sorry then take your property

I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant
While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it
Three time felon, third album, lockin' it down for the term
Of 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your language with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street

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Z - Streets Is Watching - Lyrics - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 - Jay

Title: Z - Streets Is Watching
Album: In My Lifetime Vol. 1
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Willis, Shawn Carter, Labi Siffre

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Lyric:
Uh huh uh huh uh
Gee gee geyeah
Baby watchin' streets
Uh huh uh huh uh
You don't have to look
Uh huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it check
Uh huh uh check
AC
Look if I shoot you I'm brainless
But if you shoot me then you're famous what's a nigga to do?
When the streets is watching blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break make your first mistake
Can't ignore it that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
Nigga you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it

Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on fuck time
Y'all nigga ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop?
The streets is watching

When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it

Now it's hard not to kill niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill
The streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
Niggas wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit is sweeter
Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader
Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer

Kidnap niggas wanna steal ya
Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
for the name, niggas don't know the rules
Disrespectin' the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plottin'
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on

When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it

My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money
We like armed co-defendants, niggas we stick together
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now
Got a face too easy to trace, niggas mouths got slow leaks
Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets

She got his face like Mercury, you jerkin' me?
Hectic, had to call upon my wolves to send, niggas the message
I said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay here"
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare
Hey there's money to be made and, niggas got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff had warrants
The other half, in the casket lay dormant

I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time in my life
I was getting money but it was like my conscious was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that?
I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back
Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad
Was niggas thinkin' simplify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
And knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track

'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop
Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan
For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block
But you know the game is 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues
One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops
And this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my niggas got time, we done real things
By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes

Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets
The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, 'Shit why risk myself? I just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine'
The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate
So high in one city they send National Guards to get me, ya dig?
The streets

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N-Bone - Sticks And Stones - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - Sticks And Stones
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): B. Jones, Flesh-N-Bon

Lyric:
Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me

Lately, ever since someone's out followin' me around
And I'm feelin' little danger when I'm approachin'
And I've been ready, peelin' you stranger
Put 'em on a hanger, bang mo' murder
We broke in with no shame in my city

And it's time for to bail in this [unverified]
And the people see me when I'm tryin' to escape
To get a breath or caught up
But can't get you gun right, slain drop down
Will ya be found?

In the C-Town, hear the buck, buck, pow
The glass sounds, stop and ya oughta wait
In the ground with a nigga's
(Shadow)
How many ways I could put you in a daze
(In a me say)

Quick to hit 'em with the gauge
Nigga, you 'bout to get faded
Bitch, your bloody body's splattered all over the ground
Save yourself [unverified] insane and it drive you crazy
Maybe my niggas willing to settle for somethin'

If nothin', dumpin' if you're tempted to play
I'm a real true, you're a real true
And act other niggas can't groove
Gotta get 'em on the grind, so make the move
We gonna put this shit together forever

Let's do this, nigga
Feel it, drop a nigga, this sidekick
Stop in to get your ready-to-ride trigger, peel it
All the brothers that fly to get the enemy fried
Tonight you die

You really think that you got it?
Better break it [unverified], get ready to go
On this mission for the land and I'm murder 'em all
Roll, to try to save out souls

Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve-foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me

(Thugs)
Be true, we stroll off in this Land
And the people that be thuggin' it often Cleveland style
Look, me and my niggas, we strangle and theivin', now
Leavin' out, prayin' for the Northcoast
My city behind me, watch my back

All of my niggas on the Clair, show love for me
Pass the weed, on the corner like it was [unverified]
(Get you hype)
Wherever I roll through the hood, givin' up [unverified]
Hit the pound, stay real

Nigga where the money be, I'm a be breakin', nigga
Let's [unverified] and got chill with my bills
Sellin' herb with my thugs everyday
Let me show you the way we parlay
On the corner where the niggas see yay

Drugdealers and killas all day
Indeed, always roll with my Hustla'z
Tre, II Tru, and the Shifters, Afta Maff, and [unverified]
Niggas come and get some, hit th blunt of [unverified]
Headed straight for the very top

Niggas crept on ah come up, and it'll never stop
To my family , I gots to give 'em props
Still lettin' off shots to the Double Glock
And I crept and I came in this thug game, man
For the love of mo' money

Niggas in this bitch, you gonna remain a thug, what?
Any my people still hungry
So here we swerve to the curb, hit that herb, hit that nerve
And I'm down to serve and splurge
Fuck around and get burned, ya better learn

Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me

And ever since I was a youngsta thugsta puttin' it down
Always hustlin' to make a way
Nigga put up with the phases, made it
Went through mazes and I got all my fuckin' pay
Really want to try me, howl with the Fifth Dog

Pick up the sawed-off, nigga done stalked 'em
Make 'em look down the barrel, nigga pick up the shell
Off ya to hell or whatelse it costin' 'em
Chalkin' 'em, playa hater when ya try to put a stop to me
See it in your destiny, and we know it ain't never possible

But they keep at it to try to get it next to me
Arrestin' me with whip, pole
Neck chain if you gonna bang my brain with sticks
Bricks, stones aint't strong enough to break
And shatter my bones that I swang

I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, I'm a catch you G's
Niggas hang in the, "Heart of it All" with the family
When I bang, nigga please chill with my niggas everyday
(Oughta)
[Unverified] marshal don't forget no swisha

Got the cheese for the trees or whatever you need
We can fix ya
Did you [unverified] now? Let's take a ride
Wanna see a playa fall tonight?
Keep a [unverified] can you run up fast?
And then a nigga really lost his life

'Cause I never had time for the pettiness people
Don't get me wrong
Ain't the one to be takin' shit personal, baby
That's my sticks and stones be the name of this song

Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me
(Trust me, trust me, trust me)

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Ya'Meen - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: Ya'Meen
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, David Styles, Josh Joergensen, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Clifford Smith, D Klein

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Lyric:
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo

How should I get it started, f*** it, just get it started?
These trash talking artists is nothing, n****z is garbage
When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless

Might break a promise but never breaking the code
Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds
My block, hot as a sauna, n**** w*** u* a** j***
C**** deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap

And, if life's a b****, then I bet she bitter and cold
Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold
Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose
Cops don't know about this Method but smell it all in his clothes

Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that, I'm back
With enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up
New York, New York, Rock Tube socks and Timberlands
'Cause hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues
You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through
And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun
Homey, you can't live, gotta go and get them g***

You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage
Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package
We pushing rain pain, gotta go and get that money
Y'all going, "Hey, hey", but don't that pen look lovely

You must not know who y'all n****z is f***ing with
I can take life n** just for the f*** of it
Crack's crazy, that n****'ll smack babies
Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady

Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle
Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you
The Average Joe, with an average flow
Me and Meth bringing back New York, n****

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles
S.P., turn your top five into vegetables
You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room
And the next five, I plan to getting all of them soon

Y'all can meet me at the table that's round or get ya place in the ground
That's what you get when you facing me, clown
Who got the crown, I'm piss on it now while you wearing it
Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing it

Been Nike Airing it, white tee out
Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
I'm a thug or star investing in living, n****z sippin' soup
Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth

N****z in the East wanna unite, not me
If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come to be right
Know what I mean? If you don't, then you not of being
Your four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, n****

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

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You Know The Deal - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: You Know The Deal
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Clint Richmond, John Whitton

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, yeah

Ay, I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down

You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill

Uh, n****z won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball
Damn y'all, can a n**** spend a mill
For a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?

N****z better chill for the b******* peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
N**** I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up
Frozen up, Range Rover truck color Coconut

I used to be broke as f***, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a s***, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out

I do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pele Pele, N***-millimeter under

I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down

You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill

Uh, Banks is back yeah, the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skied off zero to sixty in three point nine

Besides, I gotta make the jewelery store on time
I look like I bought the jewelery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three M******, the G***, Carter, Rugger

I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
N**** that ain't chinchilla, it's parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart f****
I prey n****z find your foot and toe tag it

There ain't never a drought, I got the sound on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
H*** all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four

I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down

You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill

From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mather's
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the *

I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All they want to do is s***, chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the 'Nation' got him

Out in Timberland tearing the coup
My wrist chunky like Campbell's soup, n****z shoot
I done been around the world and I'm right here
You won't hurt me, I'll put your a** on ice yeah, cold turkey

I'm blowin' Purple, the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the 'Birdie'
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty

I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down

You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill

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