All For One, None For All - Lyrics - Doctor Butcher

Title: All For One, None For All
Artist: Doctor Butcher
Composer(s): John Oliva, Christopher C. Caffery

Lyric:
It's every man for himself now
That's the way it's gonna be
A nation armed and ready
Civil war that's sure to be

In a future as things just keep goin' on
Young people dies
In the future for children

All for one, none for all
All for one, none for all
No none at all

It's a world of confusion
Got to look out for number one
If you don't no one else will

Leaves you under the gun
Alone you stand, a shadow by your side
On your face I can see the misfortune

All for one, none for all
All for one, none for all
No none at all

All for one, none for all
All for one, none for all

All for one, none for all
All for one, none for all
No none at all

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You Ain'T Seen Nothin - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: You Ain'T Seen Nothin
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): T Green, Dedrick Rolison, R Hargis, R Ransom, J Dupri, Edward D Irons, I Marchand

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Lyric:
Did y'all expect us? No, uh
Bitches, can y'all get naked?
That's right

Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see
Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me
Talks to eat shit, wanna sleep with it

Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so
Everything drop platinum or gold
And the whole world know

I'm that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher
And I don't feel bad when I crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all
With shit that's gon' make niggas forget y'all

You feel me dog? I'm a C H I, multi
And I live and die for the whole pie
You can call it what you want
I'm a motherfuckin' vet

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills

You know that Na Na got the heater shit
That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit
Niggas talkin' about they six wanna see this shit
Knowin' half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch

From NY to the west side
Motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
38 chest size, ain't fuckin' less, I come off
With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off

Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck
I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
And everything I rocks with
Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky

Got to bank this to even see me half naked
Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci
Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price
Stay frontin', y'all cats ain't seen nothin'

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills

I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
I stay ruger ready, or either Smith and Wesson
And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested

So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?
I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cuz the baguettes glisten

I want the whole three dozen and with that drama, biz
Well, it all depends on how ill your na na is
Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?
But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?

Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA
Wanna ball, well, let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills

Turn it up
The Hoo Banger, Mack 10
The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown
And the homie JD, the don chi chi
We got the Recipe, break it down

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Song For Love - Lyrics - Extreme II: Pornograffitti - Extreme

Title: Song For Love
Album: Extreme II: Pornograffitti
Artist: Extreme
Composer(s): Gary Cherone, Nuno Bettencourt

Lyric:
I lie awake with open eyes
My love just died, I'm cold inside
Can't face the thought to be alone
All by myself, on my own, love's come and gone

I look around and see
The hearts that still are broken
I can't believe all of our
Hearts remain unopened

We can't go on and on
With that same old song
So wipe off the frown
And turn around and face each other

Come on, come on
Let's sing a song
A song for you, a song for me
A song for love

All for one and one for all together
Singing a song for love
You and I are none without the other
Singing a song for love

You let the time pass by
Big boys don't cry, believe that lie
A broken heart that never mends
Is this the end? Listen my friend

These walls of hate
That separate on from the other
Time to rebuild bridges of love
One to another

Come on, come on
Let's sing a song
A song for you, a song for me
A song for love

All for one and one for all together
Singing a song for love
You and I are none without the other
Singing a song for love

All for one and one for all together
Singing a song for love
You and I are none without the other
Singing a song for love

Come on, yeah
Come on, come on, everybody

All for one and one for all
Singing, singing a song
You and I, you and I, can learn to fly
Singing, singing a song

It's all for one and one for all
You gotta sing
Singing a song for love

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All For One - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: All For One
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, M Dixon, L Dechalus

Lyric:
One for all
Is all for one

I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
Quick to toast an MC just like an English muffin
Don't worry about a thing 'cause the Puba's never bluffin'
I gets headaches from the wack so then I take a bufferin' and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax but should I max?

Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket

MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babaloo
My boys I call 'em hot, the phones all of them jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park

No I'm not a phony and I got a tenderoni
Love the way she is not too fat, not too bony
Don't drink Sanka, won't sink like a tanker
Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her

Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl, from she's gotta have it
I think with the brain and I wish behind the zipper

I'm living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
When I finish with this, I'll be paid like Oprah
So, honey wants to act fly

I'll just play like Guy and I'm
Sayin' bye bye, bumb bitch
Stick out your thumb and hitch
'Cause you've been cut off like a light switch

See I'm programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
'Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall

Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
To put it blunt, honey I shrunk the kids
So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
'Cause you doesn't find none greater

One for all
Is all for one
One for all
Is all for one

On file is a style that's why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I'm going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
I go for self and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming

For the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn't hurt you just a nick
Off your face don't play possum watch me and I'll blossom like a rose
And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob

Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
If my crew don't get in, then the X makes an exit
To the rear, I'm outta here, don't front on my brothers

I take care of them before I take care of others
Now wood bats is doomed in the nineties it's aluminum
Step to the stage with a mic and I'm doing him something awful
I'm a citizen and I'm lawful

I go to hunt in the fall, rip the policemen's ball
I got the power to make a car stall
I guess I'm great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
I stop drinking, and then I start thinking

About days in the past when Derek X was last
But now I'm on the top damn news travels fast
'Cause I'm like that! They can't see this
Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses

I took the time to delete all the curses
So moms reach deep in your purses
And buy me take me home and try me and do me well

One for all
All is all for one
One for all
All is all for one

Well, while I reign rhymes pour
You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dance floor
'Cause every time I step in a jam
I make like a door and slam

But then girls try to turn my knob cause I'm a heartthrob
I guess it's just a hazard that comes with the job
'Cause every time I rock a rhyme that shows Jammer's intellectual
Girls want to get sexual

Well, I guess I have to cope with being so dope
You want to be me, but can't see me with a telescope
You seek and search but still you can't find
You're weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind

A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
And your analysis, is that the Lord
Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord

I do it good 'cause I'm a positive black man
Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
To rock like the J it comes gradual

You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
And understand your culture of freedom
Power equally with the Gods
So you can build and form your cipher

All your life you must teach truth
Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
And when you do that, pursue that goal
Which made the student enroll, and only then you'll prosper

One for all
Is what is all for one
One for all
Is what is all for one

Is what is all for one
Is is all for one
Is what is all for one
Is what is all for one

One for all

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None Of Y'All Betta - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: None Of Y'All Betta
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Sean D Jacobs, Chris Martin

Lyric:
It's sorta like the Holy Trinity
So I'm saying
I say it's like three different guns you fuckin' fagots
Get shot three different ways
Matter fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each hand bitch
None of y'all betta
Ain't none of y'all betta
If it is name
We'll squash you, A S A P, feel it

All I know, niggas give me all my dough
Like Boston George comin' through with all my blow
Right now I'm tryin' to charter a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block tryin' to screw up your plans
'Cuz I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin' the dope

I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Like Pacino and De-Niro 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse don't talk
(No doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch

Ain't none of y'all betta
What y'all know about
Put in my work
On the block
Ain't none if y'all betta
But you know it's all real
Is it real? Yeah son!

Ain't none of y'all betta
What y'all know about
Put in my work
On the block
Ain't none of y'all betta
Bet you know it's all real
Is it real? Yeah son!
Ain't none of y'all betta

Let's get it poppin' my nigga
Load the tech up and go shoppin' my nigga
And I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year
If it means wavin' the hammer and leavin' you there
If it means grabbin' your kids out daycare
Somebody losin' a seed, pay or bleed

It's Sheek Louch, I ain't got no heart
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark
I put 28 holes through the icy car
Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm clappin' the D's
Lox motherfucker, the ox motherfucker
The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what

Ain't none of y'all betta
What y'all know about
Put in my work
On the block
Ain't none if y'all betta
But you know it's all real
Is it real? Yeah son!

Ain't none of y'all betta
What y'all know about
Put in my work
On the block
Ain't none of y'all betta
Bet you know it's all real
Is it real? Yeah son!
Ain't none of y'all betta

Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
Over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners love to pump the bomb
They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
You God minus the 12 Disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles
If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do

And everybody gon' follow me now
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried
You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my block still doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?

Ain't none of y'all betta
What y'all know about
Put in my work
On the block
Ain't none if y'all betta
But you know it's all real
Is it real? Yeah son!

Ain't none if y'all betta
Let you know, let you know it's all real
Ain't none if y'all betta

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We Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: We Don'T Give A Fuck
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Ignatius Jackson, Mel Smalls, Khari Cain, Richard Jones

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, volume three
Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh
I ain't got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh
Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?

Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga
Thirty-eight, snub busters, slugs rush ya
I should be in anger management class, the way I'm aimin' a mac
That's how I let off frustration pertainin' my past

Murder ya block, then Drag's wavin' at cabs
Feds is on cars that's why they give him On-Star
Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs
Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin' up the club

I'm all real, y'all slight thugs, I'm just like
Them Arabs, fuck a gat, I use a knife
Keep my dick sucked like, straws in soda
Y'all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?

I'm a monster on the street, I'll play all strips
I'll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips
If I ain't got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour
Y'all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch

We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)

Listen up
I bought a yellow banana six 'cause the way I peel off
Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin' I'm soft
This'll silence yo' ass quick, put a apple on the tip
Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit

Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyes
'Cause, Drag'll give you his change and give you a surprise
'Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get 'em live
Then let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it rise

Yeah, I look out for my niggaz but I'm not a town hero
When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero
I'm the reason niggaz jumpin' out of buildings, shit
They better let that hard ground kill 'em then they run down sizzlin'

Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live
So the only way I'm fightin' for the wall is they comin' to my crib
Double-R motherfucker, we runnin' this shit
'Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin' and shit, bitch

We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)

Listen, I wasn't born with stats but I might stand while y'all was young
I used to be on the cheese line 'cause I was born to be a rat
My race is like a pizza pie, y'all can get a slice
And it won't be just them Arabs runnin' around with they face wrapped

So if you a thug, throw these slugs
And not at my vest, throw it at my mug
'Cause my niggaz'll get y'all back, love is love
'Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood

I never back down, I put backs on grounds
That'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
Man fuck this track, listen to how I sound
That's your block, that's your city, that's your town?

Bladow It's mines now
'Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now
'Cause I know y'all all laughin', playin' your John Madden
Till me and my niggaz kick open the door like

We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin' y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)

We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin' y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)

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Hearts Of Fire - Lyrics - Guerilla City - Guerilla Black

Title: Hearts Of Fire
Album: Guerilla City
Artist: Guerilla Black
Composer(s): Carlton Barrett, Allen Cole, Carlos Broady, Bob Marley, Charles Williamson

Lyric:
There's no reason I'm as evil as I could be
I pray to Jesus, "Please keep my mind at peace"
I just wanna stay humble and patient
That's when stupid niggaz come at you with gay shit
He look like Big, he sound like Big
Yo, I'm B L A C K, nigga, you dig
I guess it all started when Keesh left this earth, dog
And the doc gave me my worst call

And told me that my boo goin' through convulsions
Imagine my mind, state and emotions
Hell, my mom's goin' though it with my step pops
He got cancer in his lungs and his chest's rottin'
All I wanted to do was be a winner
All I ever ate was hot dogs and chips for dinner
I sacrificed so much for my career
That's why my eyes shed blood for tears

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

I been in the industry for a year now
All my life I wished for this, I'm here now
I didn't know it was so much politicin'
I feel like a motherfuckin' politician
Just yesterday I was out there hustlin'
Did a three song demo, now they want me in
Nines and four fives an' pots and drawers
Got Virgin callin' me with P Farmer

Give shouts out to my niggas down and rich
They was with me ever since I was on the bench
When I had no shoes, had no clothes
Had no food, had no dough, had no hoes
Shit was real thirsty back in them times
Like Martin Lawrence a 'Real Thin Line'
I ran across a few real niggas, a lotta hatin' niggas
A lot of fake niggas were those

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

If I see you 'round the way and you catch me in the hood
Show me love, nigga, show me love little
If I see you rollin' a spliff and you separate the seeds
From the buds, let me get a puff, yeah
If you see me pissed off with the hammer in my hand
Loadin' slugs, nigga, I'm a thug, yeah
If you see me with a bitch that you never seen before
I'm a fuck or nigga I done fucked ya

I remember when I was just a little boy
Watchin' moms play that organ with that big voice
It touched me in a certain type of way
Like the balm, smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye
I didn't know Comptone was like that
Until I got out there and had to fight back
Walkin' back and forth up to Whaley
Them Luders Park niggas tried to beat me daily

I guess that shit made me tougher
That's why I love every last one of my brothers
Hide always, they're with me in the struggle
Whether I'm glad or sad, I'ma always love 'em
The game is so fuckin' treacherous
A buncha bullshit niggas, fuck y'all rhetoric

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

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If It Wasn'T For You - Lyrics - Pod

Title: If It Wasn'T For You
Artist: Pod
Composer(s): Noah Bernando Jr., Mark Traa Daniels, Paul J. Sandoval, Jason P. Truby

Lyric:
If it wasn't for you

Do I believe in the resurrection of Christ?
And did His death bring forth new life?
And did He raise up and bring back Lazarus from the grave?

And is there supposed to be a second coming?
Am I wrong because I?m wondering
Why the fallen Babylon is up and alive today

And do I really believe in the mark of the beast?
'Cause he's still dwelling up in my streets
Strapped and ready to fight this war

And he's got more guns than you and me
But most people don't wanna believe
That they still prejudice simply because we poor

Do I believe that Mother Teresa was a Angel on this earth?
And thou shall love thy neighbor even if he acts like you?
Do I believe in Heaven or Hell?

Shoot, hell, yeah, I do 'cause we alive today
And my crew is living proof

If it wasn't for you
None of this would ever mean a thing
If it wasn't for you
Tell me why else would I believe?
Would I believe?

Do I believe that the rider of the white horse
Is coming back for the righteous?
And the morning star keeps gettin' brighter every day

Is there such a thing as good and evil?
Still division amongst the people
And we're not all created equal just because you say

Do I believe in The Trinity and will I live eternally?
Even though I'm not quite the saint that you claim to be

Did Dr. Martin Luther have a dream?
Was Haile Selassie a king?
And is it okay to sometimes feel a little bit confused?

Will Armageddon never come?
I'm not perfect, just forgiven
And I might just push back the next time you shove

Do I believe in one God, one aim and destiny?
Just don't forget your first love
That's what my moms use to tell me

If it wasn't for you
None of this would ever mean a thing
If it wasn't for you
Tell me why else would I believe?
Would I believe?

If it wasn't for you
Then none of this is for nothing
It's all for nothing

It's all for nothing
It's all for nothing

If it wasn't for you
None of this would ever mean a thing
If it wasn't for you
Tell me why else would I believe?
Would I believe?

If it wasn't for you
None of this would ever mean a thing
Would I believe?

If it wasn't for you
Would I believe?
If it wasn't for you
Would I believe?

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All That - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: All That
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Audio Two Dana Irene Eaves, Mc Lyte Lana Michelle Moorer, Kirk S Robinson, Nathaniel V Robinson

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Lyric:
There's a song that I sing
Whenever I'm sad, feelin' bad

It was a date, a simple little fuckin' date
Or so I thought, wasn't that my great mistake?
He picked me up at eight from my crib
We went to dinner and he ordered Babyback Ribs

What a waste, a waste of the mind and body
And then he said, "Lyte, would you like to go and party?"
I thought about it and then I said no
Pay for my food, motherfucker and let's go

He said, "My, aren't we agressive?"
Damn right and I'm also perceptive
I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin' town
You wanna slap it, flip it and rub it down

You want some booty but you're gettin' none this way
You better ask Suzy, Sally or that girl, Fay
You gets none, you hear me you cheesy rat?
Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin' none of that

I'm all that, yes, I'm all that
You ask how? I'm all that now
I'm all of that, yes, I'm all of that
And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat

First I head out into the red eyed
Turn the AC on, so it feels cool inside
Step in the jam, baring good news
Although for some folks I bring the blues

Always solo, no relyin' on a posse
I see what you see, do you see what I see?
I see suckers, many pucker uppers
Asskissers as well as buttlickers

Many, many that will do me good and plenty
Don't know me from Adam but wanna get with me
Claimin' they will do or have done or have did me
Talkin' that yang, your ass'll get slapped
Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin' none of that

Ladies and gentlemen

I'm all that, yes, I'm all that
You ask how? I'm all that now
I'm all of that, yes, I'm all of that
And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat

That, that

Aiyyo, milk, aiyyo, milk, this is Teddy B
Yo, I just checked out Lyte's new cut
(That, that)
And, yo, it's all that, all that
Yo, I get with you, peace

Back, way back when shit wasn't funny
I'm talkin' L Q days, your golds and your money
If you wore gold the shit was gettin' taken
Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin'

'Cause they can sense a sucker as soon as they saw ya
And oh well, how I felt sorry for the
Razor in my pocket for my protection
Blackjack in my bag for a little selection

You got beef? Bitch, chose your weapon
I sliced and diced and then I kept steppin'
For me to go for that woulda just been whack
Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin' none of that

I'm all that, yes, I'm all that
You ask how? I'm all that now
I'm all of that, yes, I'm all of that
And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat

(That, that)
Yo, yo, Lyte, you there?
(That, that)
Alright, I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax
Yo, and don't make that shit soft, alright? Yo, pump it up
Alright, when you get in just give me a buzz

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All Good - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: All Good
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Jean Claude Olivier, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, James Mtume, Darrin Lockings

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Lyric:
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin' reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace

I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A. wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Comes down with my weave straight sittin' on bread
At the gate, gettin' picked up in a new Coupe [Incomprehensible]

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

See, I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high

He used to keep me fly, he had the 6, I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14, I was puttin' in work, at age 16, I was movin' that work
Gettin' paid for drivin' state to state
Smugglin' weight, prayin' I don't bump into jake
I traveled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases
Thank God for Big
Damn right, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

Cowards huff and they puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga, my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you, they quiet down
Fagots violated, I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin' left off right where I pick up

Picture in Vogue, Spring-Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it, I'm doin' it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness is
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

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None Of Ur Friend'S Business - Lyrics - 100% Ginuwine - Ginuwine

Title: None Of Ur Friend'S Business
Album: 100% Ginuwine
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Elgin B. Lumpkin, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
What we will be doin' tonight
We can just hang out all night or grab a bite

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
Whether you get sexed tonight
Long as we protect ourselves and do it right

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can just go to the park
And lay there till after dark at the park

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can go to the movies girl
'Cause tonight it's all your world, baby girl

Tell your friends, back off of us
('Cause they're in our business and shit)
'Cause they were the same ones, who hooked us up
(But now they are jealous and shit)

'Cause they see we are living, ghetto fabulous
(And they just can't deal with that shit)
But I don't give a damn, long as it's me you trust
('Cause I can't get down with your clique)

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
What we will be doin' tonight
We can just hang out all night or grab a bite

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
Whether you get sexed tonight
Long as we protect ourselves and do it right

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can just go to the park
And lay there till after dark at the park

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can go to the movies girl
'Cause tonight it's all your world, baby girl

Put your trust in me girl, leave your friends alone
(They make it hard for us and shit)
And I don't know how many guys have done you wrong
(But I don't get down with that shit)

And I don't know how many guys who would sing a song
(To show you they love you that's it)
So let's look to the future girl 'cause babe it's on
('Cause I can't get down with your clique)

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
What we will be doin' tonight
We can just hang out all night or grab a bite

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
Whether you get sexed tonight
Long as we protect ourselves and do it right

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can just go to the park
And lay there till after dark at the park

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can go to the movies girl
'Cause tonight it's all your world, baby girl

When I see you with your friends, under my breath
All I can say is mmm mmm damn mmm
When I see you with your friends, under my breath
All I can say is mmm mmm damn mmm

When I see you with your friends, under my breath
All I can say is mmm mmm damn mmm
When I see you with your friends, under my breath
All I can say is mmm mmm damn mmm

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
What we will be doin' tonight
We can just hang out all night or grab a bite

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
Whether you get sexed tonight
Long as we protect ourselves and do it right

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can just go to the park
And lay there till after dark at the park

It ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
We can go to the movies girl
'Cause tonight it's all your world, baby girl

It ain't none of your friends business
It ain't none of your friends business

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Gun Play - Lyrics - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Title: Gun Play
Artist: Prodigy Of Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Tajuan Perry, Clay Pitts, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun
Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em
Getting real up in here y'all
What like, is like, is like, is like
How we do it dun, Murder muzik
Big Noyd, Big P, get your gunz, nigga

Yo, you know who we be, the R A double P E R
Niggaz fuck with this and they get sent to the E R
I see y'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining, keep your head up
'Cause you'll get wet up, flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
But thugs like me, repping QBC is a place when is cold out
Niggaz go all out

Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
With four fives, four nines, gunz ain't a thang duke
You know what them thangs do, swing and lay whole crew

There's tension in the air, better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty five live, you ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by yatti yatt -ya
But its real when the H N I C and the R A double P
Strap with them G U N Z

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, oh niggaz want a gun play

Really, let's do it here and now, we don't negotiate
We don't settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss
Niggaz humble when my duns rumble
Go ahead pop your gun, we got those too
This ain't nothin' new, you ain't a threat

Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet?
Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
Like I give a shit, nigga, I'll give a clip to your abs
You get torn up fucking with P, you'll get it bad
It's like the same old song

Let nigga front, blow his top off and I'm not in the wrong
Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into
You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play

Yo, yo, yo, we ain't shooting doors
We kicking doors down bucking your broads
Dont let me catch you, eye you up
And then draws, we murder y'all
Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock

Foul way y'all sound, that's how we get down till they rot
If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
Do the maths, somebody ass gonn be up in a box
Its not me, no days, no nights and you
No more rocking your wear, Gucci's with your Nikes

True, no more fronting like you larger than life
Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
Show you how to work them guns
Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums

That'll handicap your team till y'all bleed all over the street
Whiles I get the fuck up and outta here quick
And if your man wanna ride, for your bum ass
The shit nigga

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz don't want no gun play

Nah, fagot ass nigga
Clap 'em down, clap 'em down
Clap 'em down, son

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None Of Us Are Free - Lyrics - Twenty - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: None Of Us Are Free
Album: Twenty
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Brenda Russell, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil

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Lyric:
You better listen my brother
'Cause if you do you can hear
There are voices still callin'
From across the years

And they're cryin' across the ocean
And they're cryin' across the land
And they will until we all come to understand

That none of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

Well there are people in the darkness
And they just can't see the light
And if we don't say it's wrong
Then that says it's right

We got to feel for each other
Let our brothers know we're here
Got to get the message
And send it out loud and clear

That none of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

Well it's the single truth
We all need to see
That none of are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

Well I swear to you salvation it isn't very hard to find
None of us can find it on our own
We got to join together, spirit, heart and mind
All the soles are suffering, knows they're not alone

And none of us are free
None of us are free

If you just look around you
You're see what I say
'Cause the world's gettin'
Smaller each passin' day

Now it's time to make some changes
Now it's time we all realized
That the truth is shinin' right before our eyes

'Cause none of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

Well it's the very heart
Of humanity
'Cause none of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us are free

None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us are free

None of us are free, none of us are free
None of us are free, none of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

'Cause it's the very truth
We all need to see
That none of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free

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Down Bottom - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Down Bottom
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Truis Grey, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Oh, damn now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all know what this is
Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop

'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it
Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you
I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag

Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash

Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back
How you bust gats nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga?
Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack

That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po
Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah, aight?

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah

You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah

Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out

East, west the right this for my niggaz up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather

Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'

Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you

'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles

Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail

Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

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Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix) - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix)
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Truis Grey, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Oh, damn now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all know what this is
Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop

'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it
Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you
I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag

Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash

Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back
How you bust gats nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga?
Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack

That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po
Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah, aight?

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah

You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah

Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out

East, west the right this for my niggaz up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather

Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'

Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you

'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles

Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail

Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

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Down Bottom - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die Vol.1 - Dmx

Title: Down Bottom
Album: Ryde Or Die Vol.1
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Truis Grey, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Oh, damn now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all know what this is
Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop

'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it
Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you
I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag

Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash

Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back
How you bust gats nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga?
Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack

That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po
Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah, aight?

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah

You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah

Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out

East, west the right this for my niggaz up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather

Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'

Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you

'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles

Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail

Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Play the MP3 online for free!

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