Break-A-Bitch College - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Break-A-Bitch College
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Marlon J Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Good morning, class
This is your teacher, MJG
Look at me as I write my name on the board
Class, do you see my name?
Do you understand my name?

Well, listen, okay
Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University
We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas
And all of these weak, narrow minded young sissies
How to break a bitch, now really, it's so easy

Mister G, I have a question
Yes?
Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s
Aha

I wanna know how can anybody stroll today
And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through?
Well, check it out
First here's what you have to do

It's time to let the P I M P in the fuckin' front do'
One mo' nigga cuttin' paper on the down low
It's so twisted in this white man's society
Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be
Independent, on his own with a plan
You hate it 'cause you can't understand how I can

Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised
And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid
Ain't no use in bein' the freak of the city
You still ain't got no ducats
You want a Rolex or ride buckets?

Bitch, listen 'cause you gots plenty of competition
From these other hoes who think
That you supposed to fall dead, short, lame to the game
Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range
MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind free with the type of knowledge
Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College

And today, class
We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac
Please introduce yourself

Good evening, players, good evening
Eightball the Fat Mac here, I'm here to let you know
That these bitches, mean these bustas no good
You see what I'm sayin'?
Now first of all, class are there any questions?

Ah yes, Mister Eightball
You bein' a Professor of Pimpology
Tell me how these niggas let these hoes
Get 'em caught up in that fuck shit
Alright buddy, check this out

Once again here I come pushin' that funk into your ear
Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year
Calm 'cause I'm cool and I'm cool 'cause I'm calm
Leavin' hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam

Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this
Those that I think are stars, end up bein' scandalous
Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats
Boost a couple of shirts and now the bitch think she all that

Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin' up to me
Hoes that'll fuck you fast might be packin' H.I.V.
Me, I'm packin' jimmy hats, so a hoe won't give me that
Shit about she on the pill, knowin' that her pussy kill

See, through my education illustrations were the key
See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee
Now you might ask, what can a nigga do to get started?
Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College

Ah, yeah, now that was a very nice lecture
And as I walk back over to the middle of the bulletin board
I, I kinda figured, I wondered to myself and I looked at my class
And I, it seems that you have more questions
Is there any more questions?

Yes, yes, Mister MJG
I have a question
Yes?

Ah, in 94 do you think, ah
Any bitches are gonna come up?
Can, can any bitches be pimps?
Look here, look here, let me tell you

Now these bitches got a lotta game for a nigga
So that made me try to see how to break a hoe
What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch click
How damn quick could I make the bitch break a trick

How fuckin' long will it take to make my profit
And what kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket
Talkin' space-age pimpin', similar to the oldies
In ways like keepin' our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie

These niggas gettin' they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make 'em follow your own rules
Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school

I got a class for that ass and it starts at seven
'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven
Future looks good for the smartest
Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College

Okay class, okay class
Everybody just needs to settle down
Everybody just settle down
We're gonna break in about 15 minutes

But we have one more lecture, one more lecture
Now ehm, eh, calm down, calm down
I'm gonna take one more question
I'm gonna take, are there any more questions?

Ah yeah, ah, I wanna know
How can a ordinary busta like me
You know, you know
Get in Break-A-Bitch College?

Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in this shit
When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a bitch
That dope made my ends and my ends bought me weed
And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they knees
Uncle Sam, damn, can I get a job, see

I don't wanna sell this dope, and nope
I don't wanna get out and rob
Today I was coolin' like I usually do
I met this hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw

Now some busta-ass nigga woulda fucked the bitch
But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin' off your dick
On the corner ain't no pimps, real players are low-key
I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin' up shop in Tennessee

Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this game
Do you fuck them hoes and trust them hoes
And love 'em with no shame?
9 times out of 10, trick nigga, if you do
Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship just for you

Ah, yes, damn good class
Damn good class, wonderful graduates
I love 'em all, I love 'em all

Now class can you all join in with me
For our school alma mater and let's sing it
I'm proud to be an alumni from Break-A-College
I'm proud to be

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On My Way - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: On My Way
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Aiyyo Swizz check it out
I'm shoot over to Cali, you know what I'm sayin'?
Check this movie out
Then I'ma check honey out
Then I'ma fly back to N.Y, see what's goin' on in the projects
Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta
See how it's goin' down in the dirty dirty
Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
And do a movie but first I gotta read my script
After that I get it poppin' at the La Mentage
I'm gettin' skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch
She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch
And she enjoy riffin' when I'm gone
But love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn

I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Perla lingerie
Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja'
Now I don't know, what you've been told
But kiss be blowin' they mind and spendin' they dough
And I'm goin' on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody lookin' for me, just tell 'em that I'm

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month
To see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts
We don't kiss, matter fact I only hit that once
But she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts
Then I'm swingin' through Detroit to see my boo
You think you got every color mink, she got two
And she just slapped a hundred on the toy
Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin' money off the board

Then I'm hittin' Chi-Town, soon as it die down
Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down
Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze
Music please
Ah, where was I? Oh yes
Off to the Valley so I gotta go West
My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex
I hit her with a shirt on 'cause she got fake breasts, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
She talkin' shit on the celly like she that bitch
And this how you know it's definitely real
When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills
When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love
Top piece 'til I come in her mug
I'm tryin' to leave and she givin' me Hell
Told her bend over, I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell

Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nuttin' stoppin Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way
Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch
She got her own beauty salon, and she strip
I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world
The bitch perform, besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

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Money, Hoes &Amp; Power - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Money, Hoes &Amp; Power
Album: Instructions
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Pimp C Bun B Chad Butler, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox, Bernard Freeman

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided
Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right

Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind
Bitch, I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind
Check this out, bitch, ya understand
Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker

And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker
Yeah, ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the [Incomprehensible]

Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah, bitch please believe
We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied
Ya know what I'm talkin' about, bitch
(Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand

You ain't missin', bitch, you ain't on no milk carton
You with pimpin', bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is
Ho, ya know what I'm talkin' about
(Yeah)
Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit

Ya understand, better known
As the motherfuckin' royal highness
Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too
(Come on)

It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough
Niggas hate me 'cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me 'cause I, 'cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is

Bitch, you can go get another
'Cause they love us niggas in the fast life
Niggas that can put it down
And came up with they cash right

Keep 'em, keep 'em in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life, I come through any time
I want to and hit that ass right up like a flashlight
Walkin' 'cause of all of my bling
(Bling)
One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen

Think about it
From the first time that ya heard me
Way back in the 90s early
Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in Swat

I got the money, hoes and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin', I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up to the mix, girl, I ain't trippin'
'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin'

I got the money, hoes and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin', I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up to the mix, girl, I ain't trippin'
'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin'

Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up
They break Pimp C long bread 'cause everything I touch be blowin' up
Candy cars, I'm a star, choppin' blades, sippin' on bars
Young pimp I'm from the South, run off put that piece in ya mouth

We Jone, fuck a clone
Keep a lil' bitch on my phone
All my cars blaze chrome
Bitch, can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone

You ain't from no Memphis, bitch
'Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name

91, I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame
I be at home smokin' dro, dro
And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video

But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp, flyin' high like a blimp
Write my name in the sky on track
And tell the bitch to bring my money
Back, back, back, back, bitch

He talkin' directly to you

I got the money, hoes and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up to the mix, girl, I ain't trippin'
'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin'

I got the money, hoes and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up to the mix, girl, I ain't trippin'
'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin'

Well, if it ain't cash then I don't want it
I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver
Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver

A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like 'Survivor'
Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine
And it's time open up yo blinds [Incomprehensible] a pimp to shine
Decide to yo mind, design

Two steps ahead of yo slow roll
You best to get a grip on ya world, world
Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya, girl
Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl

Let her pay that is
Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy
That's just the way that is

And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be
So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside
Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me
'Cause uh

I got the money, hoes and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up to the mix, girl, I ain't trippin'
'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin'

I got the money, hoes and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up to the mix, girl, I ain't trippin'
'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin'

Bounce, come on, bounce, come on, bounce
Come on, keep bouncing
Bounce, come on, bounce, come on, bounce
Come on, keep bouncing
Bounce, come on, bounce, come on, bounce

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40 - Nigga Shit - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Nigga Shit
Artist: E
Composer(s): Brandt Jones, Bosco A Kante, Dedrick Rollison, Dulon Stevens, Earl Thomas Stevens, Tenina Stevens

Lyric:
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us
Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us
For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin

I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen TV's
Wanna be like me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life
Black black on the scratch, no tradin back
2000 'Llac, can you fuck with that?
Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
All strapped down with the roscoes

We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

Here I come, steppin out the Vader
They call me D Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick
Y'all know my dawgs is the C L I C K
Them true boss ballers that done paved the way
I throw my Roley up in the air
It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems?
The rap game's been good to me
I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P
The lavish lifestyle that I live
Consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce

We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper
Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper
If you see me you would think I sold a million copy
Like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body
All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst
One of 'em got a pair of pre school college scissors in her purse
Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig', beatch
Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
See I'm a slick talkin boss playa
Full of straight mindgames and schemes
Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file
See if I can help cause she's livin in denial, bitch
You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes what else?
Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes

We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's
Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees
Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
I'm a boss bitch botch
Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit

We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz

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Higher - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: Higher
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Anthony D Wheaton, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Yo, I wanna get high
I wanna get high

Walking through campus with my backpack
Bailin' to orientation
So I can change the nation
See many faces but none of 'em mirror me

Show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think she's God
Passing me a flyer talkin' 'bout the Messiah

She wanna take me higher
Keep your rhetoric in the heavens
Look and see a bro' with a fro like Michael Evans

Done spent 6 years in the college
Always telling me to question the knowledge
Sittin' in the black hole with the black stroll
And not even one cave bitch in our click

Sayin', "Fuck Professor Fitz
I come from the land of the Bloods and the Crips
(What's up nigga?)
Don't like scholarships because they hurt me"

"Nothin' but a slave to the university
That's why ya see me on the track field run by ya
Caught by a liar who wanna take me higher"

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate Thai

I wanna take flight ya Goddamn right
It's a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
Walked by the freaks look, black Greeks

How the fuck ya figure
I dig ya me bein' from niggafied nigga
White boy in the room with me
Who never saw Bet

What the fuck, he's about to erupt and turn red
Start hangin' with the muthafuckin' skinheads
'Cause he can't deal with the overkill

College ain't nothin' but nigger ville
And he regret that his school is filled
With niggers, Jews and wetbacks
Plus chinks, now he drinks

Hour after hour screaming white power
Motherfucker want me to call him sire
He wanna take me higher

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate Thai

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Shit, wait until they get a load of me
Shit, shit, shit

A girl gets date raped just like that
At a frat, now she chase the cat
Feminist saying women is God's gift
Do you need a lift? Can I take a sniff?

Do I sound sexist 'cause I'm chasin'
After Deja, she from Texas?
Down to kick the asses of the fascists
Who wanna put me in the oven and burn me to ashes

But I'm not burnin', the world keeps turnin'
And nobody learnin' 'cause college is full of shit
Teachin' me to memorize nothin' but the lies
Chillin' at a rally for peace

The beast from white power up in the tower
With the M-1 gun and a scope on dope
Thinkin' he's the great white hope

Motherfucker levels off
He wanna see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
'Cause Columbus University is nothing but a empire
Who wanna take me higher

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate Thai

Shit, they wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me
Shit, they wanna take me higher
They wanna take me higher

Uhh damn, they wanna take me higher
Damn, wait until they get a load of me
Damn uhh, they wanna take me they wanna take me
Them muthafuckas'll never break me shit

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Rock Da Spot - Lyrics - Redman

Title: Rock Da Spot
Artist: Redman
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Christopher Wallace, Tyrone Fyffe, Robert Kelly, G Mcdermott, P Smith, R Troutman, R Noble, Chris Martin, T Smith

Lyric:
Rock da spot
Rock da spot
Rock da spot

I'm the bomb, ringin' off all types alarms
My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's
Aggravated assault, against an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick
You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York

I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
With a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe
But I get you souped when I rock respect due
I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced
Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice
E Double if you feel me hit me once, a breaker one, a breaker two
'Cause trouble to you family and friends

Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends
Got caught out there 'cause you a Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin
The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay cooler than a double L
Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
Fuck that, still walk out holdin' my strap
Blunt, grabbin' my weiner

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot

Now first of all I go for broke, check the third quarter note
I make you feel like your water broke
Can't tell whether male or female
I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
All aboard my balls, 'cause my dick don't got a lot of room
For the rest of y'all
Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
Rock indo and out-do', dick run in and out yo'

Bitch, about nine inch up the clit
Can you feel me comin', yeah I usually make 'em shit
I shines MC's up for auction
So I can sell 'em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
And turn into an ass-kicking holiday

Word, I rolls with the Funklord
With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
He's bleeding get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for
Push the clip in, slide the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
Shit like that get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
Rock da spot

Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper
Sorceror offin' y'all with techniques
A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak
Smokin' that leak at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo

Yeah, the East Coast West Coast dick giver
I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver
Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw
Shit you never seen before
So when you come inside, and do the front
Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run
Relax your minds, let your conscious be free
And get money, and G's and roll these trees

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot
Rock da spot

This is DJ Saywhat, on this motherfucker
Comin' to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City

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The Roommate From Hell - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: The Roommate From Hell
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Chris Ward, Andrew R Nielsen, Christopher Rojas

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Lyric:
Welcome to Mirrielees Orientation
My name?s Nate and I?ll be your RA for this year
Today we?ll be moving into our dorms and building community
So go get your keys from the main office, come back
And get ready to meet your roommates, alright?

He was the roommate from Hell
He was the roommate from Hell

Satan was my roommate, so junior year was hell
He lacked social skills and had a pungent smell
When your roommate is the Devil it can be extremely whack
Putting posters on the wall of Trapt and Nickelback

Until the break of dawn he?d be mutilating sheep
It?s 4 A.M. Satan, can you please go to sleep?
I can?t have girls over when the dorm smells like sterno
When did room 56 become Dante?s inferno?

He likes death and destruction, I like radio and art
He likes holding down Christians and reading Jean-Paul Sartre
While I?m going to class studying my notes
He?s eating baby fetuses and sacrificing goats

He tricks the freshman girls into eating apples
Holding black masses down at the campus chapel
Should have never moved in, wish I were dead
Should have found a place off campus on Craig?s List instead

He was the roommate from Hell, his name is Lucifer
Someone call a priest and bring the crucifer
He was the roommate from Hell, leaves his pitchfork in my bed
I?m in a satanic panic 'cause he is messing with my head

He was the roommate from Hell, his name is Lucifer
Someone call a priest and bring the crucifer
He was the roommate from Hell, leaves his pitchfork in my bed
I?m in a satanic panic 'cause he is messing with my head

Yo, pass that giant balloon of helium over here, yo
Okay but, wait, Satan, that?s too much

Boy you need a bitch slap, not my fault we?re mismatched
You geek out over Beakman?s world, I dig on world of Witchcraft
You?re thinking that I?m riff raff, huffing on a dishrag
I am just a player, play Slayer then I kick back

I know I reek of sulfur, leave the shower curtain open
I come home drunk, make crank calls to Queens and then Hoboken
But college is like Salem, all these bitches be so smokin?
If you?re thinking that I?m leaving that I?m thinking that you?re jokin'

I gotta share my bunk with this post punk chump
Calls this place a dumb says, ?You?ve been through my stuff?
I wish you?d go to Hell I say, "Hey that?s where I?m from"
Blasts Death Cab and Devo he?s too emo to get crunk

I was a very nice boss down in Paradise Lost
I had very nice bling 'cause my minions mind floss
To hell with college, this is knowledge at a very high cost
Gotta go do some blow with that ho Kate Moss

He was the roommate from Hell, his name is Lucifer
Someone call a priest and bring the crucifer
He was the roommate from Hell, leaves his pitchfork in my bed
I?m in a satanic panic 'cause he is messing with my head

Lars you?re causing laughter when you call yourself a rapper dude
How many Dead Milkman albums are there named after you?
I always got beer, I always got weed
Best roommate ever if you?d ever ask me

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Heavy Rotation - Lyrics - Expansion Team - Dilated Peoples

Title: Heavy Rotation
Album: Expansion Team
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Michael Perretta, James Anthony Robinson, Rakaa Taylor, Eric Brooks, Rico Smith

Lyric:
Y'all didn't bring no ice?
(Nigga)
Nobody brought no ice?
(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)

Yo, yo, pass the beer
(We drink in heavy rotation)
(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)
One-two, one-two
(Ahh, ahh)

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas
Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus
McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras
Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits

Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish
Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics
Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics
Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis

Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic
So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis
Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich
I consume strictly green leaves like pandas

Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths
I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge
Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up
It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it

Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain
Distillery alcohol for the brain
So check it out, smoke fills the area
Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier

Your vision blurred eyes start to blink
You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink
(Cut it out)
This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain
Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang

Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs
Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range
Turn the page here comes the next chapter
Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA

Heavy rotation, dilate expansion
California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'
Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us
But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal
We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal
And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino
High-rollin', takin' over your local casino

Year after year, my music pleases your ear
That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear
Tune in, this is like a family reunion
We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch

Dilated and the
(Likwid MC's)
We gradually elevatin' to a
(Higher degree)

We smash through the underground like we
(SUV's)
And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'
(Nuttin' for free)

Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast
Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks
And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke
We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast

Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer
Likwid, pour it on y'all from California
Programmers, spray this on your play list
If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'

Live show radio mix tape massacre
It's a party y'all with room for more passengers
I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'
And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em

J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them
'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em
I'm not fashionable but I am international
I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural

Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'
Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains
Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks
I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand
I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band
Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love
Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club

Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns
Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her
She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8
Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate

While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift
Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift
I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'
Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'

I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here
Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir
I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away
I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks
The extended family of the Likwit Crew
The extended family of everybody that smoke bud
Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all

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Living Legends - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Living Legends
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Dylan John, Lynese Wiley, Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Fredderick Watson

Lyric:
Yo blaze the fire
Watch the enemies crumble
Sure

See the blood of a slave, eyes of a Banta
Rise from the grave when they listening to Dylan
Action and ways speak clearly like a veteran
Looking both ways when concealing my weapon

I was raised in the gutter fifties for elevens
And a dirty box cutter, I'm standing my ground
Back and forth out of town, I'm getting that cash
And niggaz can't see Babs, if you ain't licking my ass

One tough chick, my flows is not to be fucked with
Send the word out to them bitches that you run with
I'm here now bitches in trouble I spit fire
Quick to bust off like Weebay from the wire

You fucking with the grimiest nigga
Look in my eyes my life was paralleled park until I put it in drive
D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights
Chicks gunning me down running mad red lights

I had low mileage
It was either hugging the block or hip hop
I never been to college, I'm only being honest
Cadillac with the Mac with the serial stretched up in the lining

Now pass me some diamonds with some dudes who move
When I say them good so the hood call me Simon
When I rob I ain't rhyming, I change climates
And break more records than Rice did for the Niners

Them silly one now, all gangstas get them bless
To be wake to be among so many living legends
Nobody stop me don't ask me why
This a real tall guy saying Budda bye bye bye

Them silly one now all gangstas get them bless
To be wake to be among so many living legends
Nobody stop me don't ask me why
I'm a real bad boy saying Budda bye bye bye

Man fuck them other niggaz 'cause I'm down with my niggaz
Yep, we Da Band y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us
Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up
Reach for that 10 that have you duckin' them bullets

Hit you where it hurt it be hard for you to push up
Half-way crook ass niggaz I got you shook up
You walk with your head faced down, you scared to look up
And I know Black and Blue I got the hook up

I stay on my grind BK niggaz know
In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video
On the block for a couple of years
I done smoked a lot of blunts, drunk a couple of beers

The streets know me the hood hold me
I paid dues, I'm the chick in the click
Full of niggaz, I made moves
Stay on top of my game I can't lose
Get down or lay down bitch niggaz better choose

I ride in the biggest trucks all day, call me, shit
I supply the biggest stuff hit the block
Like I'm Cartel blunts ready for something to dump
I feel as though I got the biggest nuts

Wait, move I put blood in your socks, your shoes
Overflowing now you shaking your leg
Man I run with the gage like bacon with eggs
It's white, when I bite when I bake it, it's beige

Them silly one now all gangstas get them bless
To be wake to be among so many living legends
Nobody stop me don't ask me why
This a real tall guy saying Budda bye bye bye

Them silly one now all gangstas get them bless
To be wake to be among so many living legends
Nobody stop me don't ask me why
I'm a real bad boy saying Budda bye bye bye

Them silly one now all gangstas get them bless
To be wake to be among so many living legends
Nobody stop me don't ask me why
This a real tall guy saying Budda bye bye bye

Them silly one now all gangstas get them bless
To be wake to be among so many living legends
Nobody stop me don't ask me why
I'm a real bad boy saying Budda bye bye bye

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Halls Of Illusions - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Halls Of Illusions
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph W Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors
Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours
To see what could've, and should've and would've been real
But you had to fuck up the whole deal

Let's take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way, it takes all day
And when we get to the end, ya find a chair
With straps and chains, we slap you in there

Lock you down tight, so you can't move a thread
And pull your eyelids up over your head
'Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream
It's just too bad, it ain't worth seeing

You walk in and see two kids on the floor
They're playin' Nintendo and he's got the high score
And sittin' behind them chillin' in the chair
Is your wife and you look, oh, you ain't there

It's some other man and they're hand in hand
How she looks so happy, ya don't understand
See this is an illusion, it never came true
All because of you

Back to reality and what you're about
Your wife can't smile, 'cuz you knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight from gettin' hit
'Cuz you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit

But it's all good here, come have a beer
I'll break the top off and, and shove it in your ear
And your death comes wicked, painful and slow
At the hands of Milenko

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
Ya got your ticket? Thanks, take your coat off
And later on, why not? I'll rip your throat off

Let's take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way, it takes all day
And when ya get to the end, ya find a chair
Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just here

We get all different kind of people comin' through
Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you
In the halls, everybody gets a turn
To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn

What do we have here? Oh dear
No way? It looks like ya kids' in the okay
Ya daughter's chillin' up in college, top grade
And your son's a fuckin' doctor, phat pay

They got family, the kids and it's all good
They even coach Little League in the neighborhood
Is this true? Have ya really seen the Holy Ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not even close

Back to reality, your son's on crack
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back
And they both fuckin' smell like shit
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other

When they were kids, you'd beat 'em and leave 'em home
And even whip 'em with the cord of the telephone
And that reminds me, man, hey you got a call
Watch your step to Hell, it's a long fall

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

It's time to pack up and move to the next town
But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay dig it
We can't show ya an illusion, 'cuz we're all packed
But I'll still cut your neck out, how's that?

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
...

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My Zone! - Lyrics - Redman

Title: My Zone!
Artist: Redman
Composer(s): Jimmy Mccracklin, Erick Sermon, Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, T Wertz, Lowell Fulson, Senen Reyes, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
Yo, its on
Niggaz, niggaz
Crackers, crackers
Niggaz, niggaz

Yo Jo, Jo
This is a test of the emergency smokecast system
This, this is a test
This, this, this is a test of the emergency smokecast system

Yo, yo, yo
Funk doc is on a world tear jumpin' thirteen thousand feet
Out of plane in the air like where!
The next ghetto I'm gonna run
I'm gonna shut them ear drums until you talk a sign language, there go, son

Walls start to bleedin' when my jaws is leakin'
Doc, do two hundred first week, your label call a meeting
Yea, I'm gonna let the gorrilas up in your building
Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling, snatch the coke, kidnap the children

Don't start lying about your tire being flat or catching a allergy attack
When I axe the battle, when the bat
Saddling them ho's like yeehaw
Bitch, enjoy the tour when you're fuckin' the doc, five o'clock free ride

Ambulance too late for them, these paper thin niggaz
Robbin' at the ATM with a staple gun
I'm a rookie scuba diver, holler
You rap scholars do the knowledge
You won't make it through to college

Be the R I C K
Never wore those, my lyrics to the mic
Is like my hormones to pornos
Bitches keep the door closed

Mothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone
I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's on
Mothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone
I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's on
Mothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone
I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's on
Mothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone
I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's on

Aiyo, who fuckin' with us
We bustin' your gut with lyrics
You either feel it or fear it
And smash the hardest artist regardless in steez
I'm heartless with these, you ready, cock it and squeeze

With precise precision you better listen
Guaranteed to blow your vision if we engage in collision
Talk slick and be laid out in chalk
I still stay out in Nork and blaze my way to court
So nigga fuck what you thought

Yo, I'm straight
Yo, I'm straight

This is DJ, say what
Let the monkeys out or we ain't spankin' it
Or W, fuck all your radio
You want the fuck, ass cold for temperatures
To be in a low thirties tonight
So break out the switch in this, in the heni
And listen for the summer to win tickets to the
Def Jam's beat the nigga asshole
The number to call in is 1-800-haul ass
That's 1-800-HAUL ASS
Now, check out another cuck

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Can'T Stop Us - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Can'T Stop Us
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
Uh, it's hard catchin' these old rhymes
I cant' remember these old rhymes
It's hard catchin' these old rhymes

Shit we comin' after the Whack Rappers
Studio Gat-Clappers, Slash Jackers
Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers
And I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep me
That's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fight
Or a preacher that play dice it's another level bitch
And I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wrists
My ice this, my ice that, I bet I'll melt yo shit
'Cause Shawn J come hotter than the devil's dick

Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick
We were in the movies watchin' porn flicks in 3D and you were peewee
I don't blow shit out of proportion I'll stuff you in yo mama's stomach
Rap her then make her have an abortion
The Vince carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinned
Dunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rim
Keep yo hoe I chase dough burnin' rappers till sun-up
And jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come up

To get grip Shawn Slick with bricks for chips
I flip one-fifth of a brick nicks go for 6
Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twists
I don't sniff but I spit Catch a whiff nit-wit
Slick 6 style switch like a whip stick shift
I stole rap like the Grinch stole Christmas
My clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get grip
Tryin' to make more bread than bisquick biscuits

This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick
He mad cause I'm indiana like rik smits
But he don't know I'm underground like the ninja turtle
He wanna fight but he type that couldn't injure urkel
I play the cut though Mr. nice guy slash cut throat
Spit doo-doo like you butt blow uh-oh y'all best to get runnnin'
Why? Shhh! I hear field mob comin'

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage

Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka smoke from the Mob
That charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin' flows from yo ?
I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo block
Whatever you want I got it from the south coast to the rocks
Open up shop totin' a glock with a scope on the top
Two clips in each ankle tucked low in my sock
Like Lil' Whodi Wayne I'll have yo block scorchin' hot
You need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo box

To you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control my block
Check yo face you see a infrared now way it's not
Close to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth too
So many red dots look like you sick with the measles
My clique hold heat too but I roll with more people
Macks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and Seigel
Like Bebe we don't die we multiply like wet gremlins
Jack martin girl it's best you hide the baguettes listen

We the best spittin' gold rhymes
Lyrics stickin' to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupine
Not only yo mind I poke yo tummy like Doughboy
Makin' ya bummy droppin' lyrical bows to yo stomach
Smokey done it in two years and 4 weeks I ain't lying if Jigga Jordan
You can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shit so go get more practice
I skipped college and high school - I ain't even pass it
Barely made it past the 10th grade you been writin' for 20 years
And still writin' and I been in this shit getting' paid
Spittin' raid at you cockroaches
It makes you move out the way if you did not notice
Here come the mob

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage

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Almost Made Ya - Lyrics - Ali & Gipp

Title: Almost Made Ya
Artist: Ali & Gipp
Composer(s): Shaniah Cymone, Jermaine Dupri, Cameron F Gipp, Ali Jones, Shelly Peiken, Guy Roche

Lyric:
Almost made ya the main thing on my agenda
When we first met I just knew you were a winner
But you had to go and mess it up for me
Provin' everything that I really thought you was
I really almost made ya

My frames Gucci afta Gucci, she in Gucci too
10 chains eatin sushi, introduced her to it
You know I would, yeah I'm good we spending fifths
Spend a few grand credit cards we push our own whips

Feel so special riding Coup
(Oup )
Certain feelings juju bean color Benz
(Oup)
No ceiling

Middle name Faharri like Ferrari, I'm livin' fast
Catching planes, trains, buses, getting stacks of cash
Give your candy man, love to love dem suga walls
Wrote your name in the sand on the beach an you ain't called at all

You jus mad he ain't mad, I've seen it before
Thought you really wanted love but the bitch wanted more
Well, gon chase 'em then, beat ya feet run the streets

Gon chase 'em then, learn how ta be discreet
Gon chase 'em then, open ya eyes, what ya see?
Gon chase 'em then, 'cause there ain't nomore of me

Almost made ya the main thing on my agenda
When we first met I just knew you were a winner
But you had to go and mess it up for me
Provin' everything I really thought you was
I really almost made ya

The center of all my attention
Everytime I spoke ya name I had to mention
That you had to go and mess it up for me
Provin' everything I really thought you was
I really almost made ya

34-26-38, somebody tell God
He left the lock off on them pearly gates
And I can't see no wings and her halo must be tangled in her hair
But when He check, He gon' see He missin' an angel

I just left the studio so I know I smell like dro
She wit' her friends from college, I'm wit' neighborhood G's
She said I talk country
(Boy you so country)
Laughin' and lovin' it

Swapped numbers, out of all things I straight gave her my government
It was days, it was nights, it was winter, it was summer
Grab the Mastercard or Visa, it was my pin number
She said lets talk, I'm pregnant, okay let's do this right

Lets take that phrase, baby mama, boo
And change it to wife, she started shaking
And crying hugging harder as tears came

I said I'm happy, I'ma call Jacob, you go call Ferra Wayne
I walked out, she said Ali loud and fell to the floor
Took a break and said, it ain't yours
(Damn)

Almost made ya the main thing on my agenda
When we first met I just knew you were a winner
But you had to go and mess it up for me
Provin' everything I really thought you was
I really almost made ya

The center of all my attention
Everytime I spoke ya name I had to mention
That you had to go and mess it up for me
Provin' everything I really thought you was
I really almost made ya

Almost made ya the main thing on my agenda
When we first met I just knew you were a winner
But you had to go and mess it up for me
Provin' everything I really thought you was
I really almost made ya

The center of all my attention
Everytime I spoke ya name I had to mention
That you had to go and mess it up for me
Provin' everything I really thought you was
I really almost made ya

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