100 Bars - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: 100 Bars
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Michael Harper

Lyric:
Yeah, that?s the beat right there
I?m about to black out with 100 bars
On some professional shit
So don?t try this at home, yo, yo, yo, yo

My style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs an' Mayans
Because I recognize it?s all about timin'
Me an' my freestyle alliance practicin' African Voodoo science
In front of 20 foot bonfires

Lookin' skyward, calculatin'
May 5, 2000, the nine planets?ll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale Bopp comet

With Mercury ion rockets
An' a big ass 'Canibus comin' soon' poster on the side of it
I?m known geographically an' intergalactically
That?s why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me

They even tried kidnappin' me an' they would?ve snatched me
If their craft didn?t get trapped in the Earth?s gravity
Engines started to fail, crashed into a farmer?s field
An' that?s really what caused 'Roswell'

Undercover operatives workin' for Com 12
Disguised as a nigga, signed with a record deal
Lyrically I?m off scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y?all feel

Bruisin' niggas, confusin' niggas
Like Chip Fu from the Fu Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds

Whack niggas wanna be down but it?s not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced an' you?ll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I?ll bust your shit, swell your lip an' get the bubba shrimp

Back the tougher shit, what a wimp
You giant Goliath, niggas get shot with a rubber sling
I?m an experiment gone bad
My brainwaves on an encephalograph
Show that I?m stark ravin' mad

Your whole scientific staff?ll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the formula stashed in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
An' you get stabbed with all the flyin' glass

Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nigga's breath?ll last, I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck an' gag

Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh
?You wanna battle??, is the type of question you should never ask
Nigga, pick a tougher task, see who the fuck?ll last
Whoever lose?ll get a solderin' iron up the ass

You need to recognize, my hand is quicker than the eye
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives, infinite rhymes that can?t die
A nigga with a divine mind

I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dames
Dividin' myself into 100 ten times
You can?t deny the offerin's an offer
Flows that glow with Aurora?s the spark of light
Water fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche

Murder a million MCs, then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin' it on since I been born an' I?m a live long
An' I?m a be gettin' it on till I?m gone
Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on

I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nigga like me should have carpal tunnel syndromes
In the wrist bones from grippin' microphones this long
I?m just a small fish in a big pond

An' gets pissed off whenever I get picked on
Nigga try to flip an' get flipped on
My army march, a million strong
Like the Nation of Islam, with suede timbs on

Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits an' night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob, shittin' on niggas
Drawn to a hideous form with horns an' a mink on

Duckin' down low like Vietnam fightin' the Vietcong
Screamin', ?Incoming? when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader, surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds

Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
An' 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag an' withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors

An' smash y?all
Attach y?all to the back of my horse
An' drag y?all across the motherfuckin' asphalt
9 outta 10 niggas is frauds

You know who you are always talkin' about your bitches an' your cars
Your jewelry an' your girls, it?s like we from two different worlds
You motherfuckers really get on my nerves
'Cause I?m beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit

I close my eyes when I freestyle, so I could read what picture crossed in
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer an' cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue your brain organs
You feel like you?ve been thrown in a microwave oven

I flame broil suckers an' hit ?em with some more shit
The raw shit, call my reinforcements, the Four Horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk an' draw a line across the stage pulpit
I dare a motherfucker to cross it

I?ll even call my man, Black Rob at two in the mornin'
Tell him it?s important, tell him to call Sting
3 way an' sing a chorus
Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can?t record it

Call the news, I?ll kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, I?ll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit an' fuck what y?all think
My album?s gold 'cause my album was the bomb, shit

Y?all niggas got your ass beat 'cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken an' put in a tabloid
'Cause you a man an' you like to touch little boys
You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give ?em cash for it

That?s some sick shit, homeboy
A hundred years ago, they?d have took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent, feminine, fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow, I?ll crack your whole skeleton

You think you?re better than Canibus, where?s the evidence?
You got below average intelligence an' poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up 'cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents an' purchase a pack of Peppermints

Battlin' me? You never win
You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in?
Nigga, guess again, 'cause after I?m finished wreckin' this shit
I?m a drink a whole bottle of Henney an' go fuck a lesbian

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100 Blouses - Lyrics - Ex-Girlfriends - Low Millions

Title: 100 Blouses
Album: Ex-Girlfriends
Artist: Low Millions
Composer(s): Adam Cohen

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Lyric:
So dizzy I can't close my eyes
So love sick I wanna be with you tonight
So desperate I think I'll hit the bars
So tired of not having you in my arms

I'll take a friend of yours out to dinner
Then I'll take off all her clothes and look for you in her
A 100 blouses come undone, I look for you in everyone
I touch so much that I go numb, I look for you in everyone

The drugs don't work I can't get high
But that don't mean that I won't try
Another night of absent flesh
Another night of restlessness

I'll take a friend of yours out to dinner
Then I'll take off all her clothes and look for you in her
A 100 blouses come undone, I look for you in everyone
I touch so much that I go numb, I look for you in everyone

99 lovers to go, I may never feel the whole
98 lovers and I still don't feel satisfied
Let everyone come, everyone come
Everyone come, everyone

A 100 blouses come undone, I look for you in everyone
I touch so much that I go numb, I look for you in everyone
Everyone, everyone
(A 100 blouses come undone, come undone)
Everyone
(A 100 blouses come undone, come undone, come undone)

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Z - Resevoir Dogs - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Resevoir Dogs
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in [Incomprehensible] like I don't fuckin' care

If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin' shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'

Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' The Lox, nigga why you grillin' The Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines

Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin', you wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill 'em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin' let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella, spendin' mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range, shit main, switch lanes

Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch, what the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Z - Reservoir Dogs - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Reservoir Dogs
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'
Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin'
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to Hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay, what the fuck, spendin' Mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped Big Caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain

Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic

Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Shoot Outs - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: Shoot Outs
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Anthony Parino

Lyric:
Let's go
Feds in the precinct lookin' at our picture
If rap don't work, we gonna get it like Guy Fisher
I was taught to ride with them niggas that'll die with ya
Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya
Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya
Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya
I shine
You shine

Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost
Or the kiss of death n'
Tubs still lift up
So do the sink now
Pablo escobar shit
Buyin' a clink now
Dead presidents shit
Robbin the Brinks now
100 shot tommy guns
Hell of a stink now

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

On the average day we smoke about a quarter
And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays
So we drink a lot of water
Talk about you, "So rich"
Nigga you, "So bitch"
That your parents probably think they got a daughter
Yeah, we them boys that bring all the terror
We persevered through all the errors

Lay niggas down with all barettas
Everything in the bag, chains, watches
All your leathers
So you can act funny with yourselves
I'm in the hood with dope
Sacks is filled twenty after twelve
A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys
That remind you of dimes

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

Hustlers, entreprenaurs
Anything to do with the hood
That's what we responsible for
Battin' you down
Knifin' you up
Stompin' your jaw
Bail a nigga out for stealin' something out on the tour
And they makin' technology to trya nd screw niggas

I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga
Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left
And controversy sells but it ain't like death
So pop him in the head 'til his brains start to fizz on him
I ain't sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him
Waitin' on the day, they say Jesus is gonna come
So God bless yall niggas 'cuz I'm sneezing with my gun

Ah-choo
Bless you
You ain't D Block or Double R nigga
No doubt imma stretch you
Imma shoot back 10 feet
Imma catch you
Real brutal shit
Make sure I snap your neck too
S L R or the Aston Mar'
Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin' bars

Iced out
Or wear no ice at all
100 G's on the dice game
Life's a ball
Listen up, if you real get real estate
We the best in the game, that ain't a real debate
And they never had AK's peelin' face
'Cuz it's written in the starts for us to seal your fate
Time to skate

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

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Johnny America - Lyrics - Two Lights - Five For Fighting

Title: Johnny America
Album: Two Lights
Artist: Five For Fighting
Composer(s): John Ondrasik

Lyric:
Show me a better bike than the one I got
If it makes any difference you can keep the lot
There's plenty of space in the parking lot

A head full of hopes
A pocket full of dreams
Handle bars coming apart
At the seams

There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he'll make it to the top today
Some say, he never will

Though he's just a child at heart
He's old enough to fall
Nobody in a 100 years
Can touch him faults and all

What you going to say about my little man
Take another shot, do the best you can
They're selling out souls in the Grandstand

His cap peeled back
Got blood on his knees
Fighting back tears
Tearing through the breeze

There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he'll make it to the top today
Some say, he never will

Though he's just a child at heart
He's old enough to fall
Nobody in a 100 years
Can touch him faults and all

He's come to far to fall

There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he'll make it to the top today
Some say, he never will

Go

Go, go Johnny
Go, go, come on Johnny
Go, go Johnny

There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he'll make it to the top today
I say, he will

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Two Fingers - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Two Fingers
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Brandon D Casey, Lavell Crump

Lyric:
See, all we need is a couple, let's go act up
Wouldn't believe the scene up in my black truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

You can tell by the car we's some good [unverified] stars
Quarter backin', mackin' hoes pullin' ass from the bars
Run it back to the truck, let her suck on a swish
That got me runnin' on the duck, give a fuck, she's a sista

Let her play her position and my mission is to cut
Dat really be blunt man get my dick sucked
Hut one, Hut two then she hiking my balls
Send her back to the club with your bitch on the wall, fuck boy

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

See the problem with my vail, he be laid don't give a fuck
He walk off in the club and puttin' yo' bitches up
But he don't really want 'em he got bitches in L.A.
And he's like I can fuck 'em [unverified] every other day

So come and get your lotion let's do some oil of olay
Girl come out to the truck or scurry yo' ass away
Hey my nigga, respect the pimp
She done have good dick you supposed to lift, fuck boy

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

Fuckin' that nigga bad
You lookin' for yo' miss she in the truck up on my 'lac
You whinin' and you moanin', I'm never given her no slack
You run around the corner, I run her out on the track

I never seen a girl that woke up poses like that
Or bring her nigga money and make up 100 stash
When she gets to all that chick I came to [unverified] push her packs
Everyday, till I day I'm a Mississippi mad mack

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
...

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Power - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Power
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Delmar Coward, Jamel Cummings,T Birkert, Sean Kelly, Bruce Mayfield, Cory Woods

Lyric:
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid, take it off
We gon' take it from the east to the west to the north to the south
Show y'all what it's about
Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth
Know? How long is your cream? This long?

Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin'
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thang
It?s like, he pump isolated, still cashin' in cream

Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze ?em, he actin' like Shallah raisin' him
This is hydrogen, son ain?t live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him

Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Smash the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation sex scream
About the bet cream, them alligators jet like a vet swing

Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gage in your braids
2 cannons that?ll spray, rockin' banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y?all niggas with hits, we 'bout to shit on y?all shit

Y?all brothas wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise it?d be the wise to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
You?re scared and froze of bein' exposed

I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the Mayor
It?s my borough, you don?t want no problems
I?m on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you glide the bottom

Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick balls
Shit y?all, leave flat line to stick your?s
We flip off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to taste it

Never understand what you never been told
You did your book bitin' off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go back

Ah yo, I move like Arthur Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice
Every cypher?s a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat that needed percussion

And I brun the music, shit that make crews flip
Y'all might say that I?m the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I?m takin' over like the repo?
No bitches that roll, cee-lo that?ll sniff a kilo?

We went from Frank?s and beans to shanks and greens
Now we drive our navigators to banks in Queen?s
Y?all can?t fuck around, your words ain?t right
Every time I touch the mic, they say, "Perb ain?t right"

But that?s the truth though, d?oh, infact that?s it
When they drop this shit, I?m gon? cop that shit
It's the new star, you want me? I?m at the juice bar
Y?all once hap? niggas, give me 2 stars

I heard what y?all rappin' about, but bring your stash out
You shouldn?t throw rocks if you livin' in glass house
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, speakin' about Po?

He got cash to cop and I?m crashin'
But half of y?all cats just catchin' up to Rae? last year
Got guns in the jungle, call ?em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 22-shot plastic

While y?all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin' head from rock stars
We blowin' everything apart, I?m smashin' the charts
How I see it? Yo, how you see it?

Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I wanna be a leader
Slow your speed up and stop tryin' to be us
Say somethin' always, got a future? Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 more ways

Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
Bentley swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, can?t talk now, gun in your mouth

Cream team killas, cocoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, Fed?s berserk
That?s my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve

Inferno, melt down mic?s, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicilian necklace
Matching bracelet, cream team crisp the basic

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Trapped On The Dance Floor - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: Trapped On The Dance Floor
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Marston E. Freeman, J Mccall, C Abrahms, Willard C. Smith, Don Abrams, Jeffrey Townes, S Crudup

Lyric:
You're trapped on the dance floor
It's locked, there's no escape
There's no eat, no drink, can't take a break
No seat to sit down, you gotta stand up

The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
You're in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up and the people are boarding

Here are the prisoners, the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless, instinct takes control
Jam to techno, groove to soul to soul
You been arrested, now you're being tested

The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested
Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal
You gotta dance and get round like a Rhino
The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery

Sayin' that the slice ain't nice that's perjury
The music infiltrates you, mutates you
Grabs you, holds you, moulds you and let you
Do things you wouldn't-a otherwise done

Like shake, rattle, roll, pump, twist and then some
Ain't no law here, you can't protest this
Stop looking around, it ain't no oasis
You can't leave till the man pulls the needle

Take that as a warning
Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster
The drum is the whip, bass line is the master
The temperature's a 100 and yet you still want more
You're a slave and you're trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Now you're wondering lost in a jungle
You came in hyped up but now you're humble
Bringing out sweat in your silky wet clothes
You scream for help, blend in with the [unverified] and hoes

You try to sit but there ain't no spaces
The floor is a desert, a party oasis
I know you're on the tip for the rhyme I just did
And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid

Ay a Prince it's the El Sid's version
I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon
The floor is jam-packed get away from the bar scene
The strum of the drum has you trapped like a sardine

You try to move no form of escape
The heat brings on sweat, stick on like tape
Party's like a [unverified]
Girls slim and trim on the floor, don't try to shoot for the door

This ain't the gym
The party goers every night had a scene
This mic try to respond but still trapped like in Venus
Ain't a spiff or a spoof, boy you better not goof
You about to cave in although you ain't on a roof

The rhythm track from offside's to angles
Playing the wimp fight resist strangle
You can't escape until the DJ's fingers up
So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up

The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
Lines between the rhythm designed to equip nerds
You better jam we don't care if you hardcore
'Cause we got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Me and Prince got together just to kick our lines
No trouble at the party 'cause we're strapped with nines
Dance floor secure, don't bother tryin' to get out
You looking for the late AM this man pull red out

Nobody cause killing is mean
Got ya dancin' in the dark and dressed like Springsteen
Razzamatazz a pasazz about to rip the flesh is my man Jazz Fresh
Soon as I worked through the door I got trapped on the dance floor

See this girlie that I never saw, she was looking raw
Came a little closer then I opposed her
Then I drop the fox trot so hot that I roast her
[Unverified] planes in the damn chain, hard to explain

I did it up like I was straight outta Soul Train
Listen as I discuss this yo bust this
Like a hammer before me you can't touch this
Trapped on the floor like a vulture, part of my culture

You may even thought I was drived to faulter
Get live like a [unverified] jack that fives you the window main [unverified]
Add a little mic and Janet you can't understand it
'Cause [unverified] thought I was from another planet

Way of whipping and dipping
And sliding [unverified] of what I'm providin'
Other dancers go and hide
Like Charles [unverified] I'm prancin'

I keep the dance all night until, the party's over, the party's over
Like a cowboy at a rodeo
From mister mister dosie doe around the dance floor
Steppin' the new hardcore, I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Max up to step up just to keep this rap up
The time that he possesses the best in a contest
Jeff with his right and left like Jazz Fresh
No other than the brother the lover Jazzy Jeff

I'm the one dance floor at the station
[Unverified] time around quarter to ten
Times work hard, the customers scarred
Your tickets to freedom, yo you ain't gonna need 'em

Your sentence is 25 years to life
A [unverified] is your husband and wife
Trapped behind the steel, the steel of the wheels
Don't come to the party if you don't wanna know how business feels

I walk strong carry a big stick
Sell myself all packed and thick
When they sound the drum you know it's time to roll
Might as well have fun there's no parol

I set a trap and caught you like a mouse
For times ahead no chance for a halfway house
Pump the bass in all sections
Prince, Sid, and jazz my officers of correction

Cant' escape the floor cut the crime out
[Unverified] wall ain't no use tryin' to climb out
'Cause I'm running this show and it's live in here
You try to escape another five years

I got you trapped and I'm your savior
You dance real hard you might get out on good behavior
But if you don't I give you more
'Cause DJ Jazzy Jeff got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

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