Doctor Brown - Lyrics - The Very Best of Buster Brown - Buster Brown

Title: Doctor Brown
Album: The Very Best of Buster Brown
Artist: Buster Brown
Composer(s): Waymon Glasco

Lyric:
Oh, they call me Doctor Brown
They call me that lovin' man
Oh, they call me Doctor Brown
They call me that lovin' man
And if you got some trouble
Come around and see what you can

You don't have no prescription
You don't have to take no pills
You don't have no prescription
And baby don't have to take no pills
If you come to see me
Doctor Brown will cure your ills

Oh, ask any woman
In my neighborhood
You just ask any woman
In my neighborhood
If Doctor Brown can't cure you
Nobody can do you no good

You just ask any woman
In my neighborhood
You just ask any woman
In my neighborhood
If Doctor Brown don't cure you
Nobody can do you no good

Yes, you don't have no prescription
And baby you don't have to take no pills
You don't have no prescription
And baby you don't have to take no pills
You just come around to see me
And Doctor Brown will cure your ills
Oh, yeah

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Fannie Mae - Lyrics - The Very Best of Buster Brown - Buster Brown

Title: Fannie Mae
Album: The Very Best of Buster Brown
Artist: Buster Brown
Composer(s): B Brown, Waymon Glasco, Morris Levy, Clarence Lewis, M Robinson

Lyric:
Want somebody, tell me what?s wrong with me
I want somebody, tell me what?s wrong with me
I ain?t misbehaving that I got so much, oh, misery

I can hear your name a ringing on down the line
(Fannie Mae)
I can hear your name ringing on down the line
(Fannie Mae)
I wanna know if you don't, well, tell me if I'm wasting my time

Fannie Mae, baby, won?t you please come home?
(Fannie Mae)
Fannie Mae, baby, won?t you please come home?
(Fannie Mae)
Since you left me, baby, I never felt so all alone

I know oh, woah, oh, oh, hold me
(I know, hold me)
I know oh, woah, oh, oh, hold me
(I know, hold me)
I ain?t misbehaving that I got so much, oh, misery

Fannie Mae, baby, won?t you please come home?
Fannie Mae, baby, won?t you please come home?
Since you left me, baby, I never felt so all alone

Ohh, Fannie Mae, Fannie Mae, come home, come home
Come home, come home, come on home
Ohh, Fannie Mae, Fannie Mae, come home, come home
Come home, come home, come on home

Come home, come home, come home, come on home
Come home, come home, come home, come on home

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Neighbors Next Door - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Neighbors Next Door
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mathew Thornton

Lyric:
Yo Jacky, this Keith
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug

There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin' throw it out tonight
I'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza
Alright, I'ma come back, yeah

Chewin' alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin' on old newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 Dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green

With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin' from the sanitation dump with rotten skulls
On my watered with Miller beer kegs

Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin' the Raptors play the Houston Rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Puttin' fingerprints on my bicycle

Walkin' up to have a drink at the club
There is three Irish chicks, lookin' at me like I'm sick
Walkin' by Chin-Chins I stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin' out ya Madrion hotel window

Like Elvis Presley coming down the elevator
Good evening mister, excuse me, pardon me with body parts
And credit cards walkin' down Sunset Boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lights

Four blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs
And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer

Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
Eatin' a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers
I blast a CD by the Staple Singers

The cops told me to turn it down
They like my shoes from Buster Brown
I went up the block and bought some incense
For the bone smells in the air conditioner vents

Hey, kid need twenty cents
Havin' a cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor ? Mmm

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
See ya at twelve midnight comin' over

Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out, suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what

Attraction recarnations in a slump twenty five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa' from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin' planes

Pull a Kotex out of Louis Lane, explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches consort with witches
Twenty five sistas pussies with blisters we burn 'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines

Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck Marilyn Manson
Or become Charlie Manson death wish
Or become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom

In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith A K A Dr. Dooom
Twenty five dead chicks with an ice pick

Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two
Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball for a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a cave Spandex Columbo smokin'
Panties in liquid Pinesol soakin'

Selling glass to Dr. Bones, Dr. Dooom ass lie on cellphone
Sportin scuba fins in a limo, eatin' fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want? I want a Kotex with whip cream

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
I'm comin' over at twelve midnight to borrow some sugar

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Dolly And The Rat Trap - Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc'S

Title: Dolly And The Rat Trap
Artist: Ultramagnetic Mc'S
Composer(s): Trevor Randolph, Keith Matthew Thornton, Maurice Smith, Cedric Miller

Lyric:
Yo, I met this fine motherfuckin' bitch last night man
Pussy taste like strawberries man
I was up in the crib chillin' and spendin' much cash

Yo, I hear you man
Them big shot bitches be perpetrating
And you still be taking a loss
Look at Donald Trump

I know a bitch named Dolly, she live uptown
She got a fly new Benz, kid of Asian brown
Every night she would front and try to flex on the X
For no reason, with that diamond and stud shit

With two other girls, on that glamor and big shit
Walkin' around, at Apollo and Bentley
Sportin' the weave like the Queen of the Centuries
Lookin' for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson

Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with icing
Dolly walked in, with a tiger-striped mink coat
Her friend had on some shit, I think it was billy goat
Tryin' to play all and many boogie down brothers out

Regular b-boys, the crew and others out
Steppin' to bar, the first order was champagne
Dolly had a fat ass with Tina and Charmane
Lookin' for tank four on E with no gain

The Benz was outside, parked with no gas
Bitches inside, frontin' hard in first class
Tryin to play the X, like fucked up TV
Lookin' for green to get to Washington D.C.

You give him his car back, money and coat back
Shoes and hat back, the credit you're known for
Hoein' out of state with the big drug dealers
From East to West and only cash money stealer

Charlie got much shit, them bitches are eatin' well
You say to yourself, I'm Al Capone, so what the hell
Damn, I jerked three hundred G's
I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC's

And made megabucks but you never did realize
Dolly was shifty with her lips and chinky eyes
Never had a dime but know how to get one
Jerk one take one out for a long ride

With Tina and Charmagne, bums on E side
Lookin' for BM's, Cherokees and Jaguars
Benzes and Audis for the brothers with Jettas
Watch yourself and step away from the rat trap

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Loyal To The Game (Dj Quik Remix) - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Loyal To The Game (Dj Quik Remix)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Reginald Heard, Luis Resto, Curtis Jackson, Deon Evans, Marshall Mathers, Anthony Criss, Tupac Shakur, Lloyd Banks, David Brown, Steve King

Lyric:
I'm loyal to the game

Now I've got to ask on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like tryin' to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penetentiary
I've been movin' these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me

I'm stackin' Gs buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin paid pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull the strap when there's drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin' used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the backroom stinks
See, daddy don't work and mama don't drink
But daddy do dope, and mama can't think
So look like I'm a be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin' to put in her hand when it's out

Up early in the mornin the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on with it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins, I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Yeah, it ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Leap frog and I'm a have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorchin' hot
If you get caught in the crossfire
They have to peel you off the block

I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
'Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the range

I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Hey, yeah
2Pac's in this motherfucker
Uh
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house

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Stranded On Death Row - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: Stranded On Death Row
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Billy Nichols, Robin Allen, Eric Collins, Ricardo Brown, Cordozar Broadus, Isaac Hayes, Allen Walsh, Allen Williams, Andre R Yound

Lyric:
Yes, it is I says me and all who agree are more than three
'Cause they we, yes, yo! I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path called, 'Stranded on death row'

So duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill

I'm murderin' niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme

So any nigga that claim they bossin'
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin' on things like a real O.G. should

I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya?

Ain't nathin' but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shot gun
Kurupt inmate cell block one

No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim, from my drive by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn Braille

From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm, not a storm

Plural, make it, many storms when I'm vexed
I fly leg necks and arms in this dimension
I'm the presenter and the inventor and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler

MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite!
So what you wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical murderer, stranded on death row
And now I'm servin' a lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty on all counts
Let the ball bounce where it may, it's just another clip into my AK

Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress bed frame
There's another dead, bang layin' lame put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin' from the D E A T H in R O W

Takin' no shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block eight

Aiyyo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood

Dre is the Dr. and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to Death Row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks

And I'm still servin' for mines, peace to my motherfuckin' homies
Doin' time in the pen and the county jail
Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say, yeah, fuck the police

And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin' the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin' but a black thing bay-bee, uh
Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'

I betcha don't wanna see the D O double G and you can't see
The D R to the E or my motherfuckin' homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren G

Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em man
We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peter man
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done

Yo, now you know the path I'm on, you think you're strong
See if you can travel on 'cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world

Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen!

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Loyal To The Game - Lyrics - Loyal to the Game - 2pac

Title: Loyal To The Game
Album: Loyal to the Game
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Reginald Heard, Luis Resto, Curtis Jackson, Deon Evans, Marshall Mathers, Anthony Criss, Tupac Shakur, Lloyd Banks, David Brown, Steve King

Lyric:
I'm loyal to the game

Now I've got to ask on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like tryin' to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penetentiary
I've been movin' these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me

I'm stackin' Gs buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin paid pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull the strap when there's drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin' used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the backroom stinks
See, daddy don't work and mama don't drink
But daddy do dope, and mama can't think
So look like I'm a be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin' to put in her hand when it's out

Up early in the mornin the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on with it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins, I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Yeah, it ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Leap frog and I'm a have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorchin' hot
If you get caught in the crossfire
They have to peel you off the block

I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
'Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the range

I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Hey, yeah
2Pac's in this motherfucker
Uh
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house

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In The Flesh - Lyrics - Jurassic 5 - Jurassic 5

Title: In The Flesh
Album: Jurassic 5
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, M Stuart

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Lyric:
It's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic, live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
From here to there, MC's beware
I represent that real ghetto urban warfare, ah yeah

What you say when you see me in your town
Bucking off some rounds
Of that underground sound
You need to open your eyes, realize and recognize
Throw your hands in the air lick a shot for J5

I'm all the way live, I socialize with the wise
Underprivileged spiritually deprived
At times in the flesh, airwaves getting checked
The vibe is energized by the way I spit my dialect

I be the brain cell buster
Old school style kicking hustler
That'll rush ya like a wrestler
Elliot Ness ya, bow to my pressure
Step to J5 you're getting played like Fester

I be the ever handy
Hard like rock candy
Down with Mork and Mandy
Won't date Sandy brown eyes

Tale of the physical trait
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate
Your mainframe, all speaking on running this thang
Five J's in the house and the styles to blame

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
A prehistoric B-boy making beats in my cave

They call me 2-na, as in fish in sea
Self efficiency, that's my mission see
Got me wishing we all
Could've puffed a spliff first, shoot the giff first

And 2-na Fish becomes a gift horse
Look me in the mouth
Tell me what you see
No matter who I am
I am you as you see me

You is still Nity
COM squared and shit
I was put here to see
If you came prepared and shit
I'm red as shit

My head is split from every crazy
Lazy kid we thought was chill
They was Swayze
Soon as they got a taste
Of what the U N I was like
They eyes was like blam
From the surprise and fright

Now it's the vocal enhancement
Vintage reigning rocks
A hundred mines swing
Dig a few chains of black gold
Plus block the seven holes that froze

A nigga soul and bust blood through his toes
For acting like his shit was mega heavy weight
But he couldn't escape
The way we wet him down, like it was Watergate

Infiltrate flavor crack skull and stone
Rip through the carcass spit blood and bone
For all those, who feel their crews forever tight knitted
When raps emitted, Islamicly transmitted

Is the brother a color?
Yes, the color's darkly tinted
No acts or gimmicks
And where the bullets imprinted it's whipped

It hibernates until it stretch the yellow tape
For Mister Doc, key is caliber career, yea
With so many rhymes, it can't a crew make me
Rock for 32 times like John Wayne Gacy

You need to put your hands together
'Cause J5 is in the house
Because we're guaranteed to keep it live
When we kick the party vibe
We came to catch wreck

We got the fossilized flavor
For you fools who slept
And plus we got you sucka crews in check
Now come correct Nu-Mark
Hit 'em with the perfect blend
'Cause it don't stop rockin' till I say when

J U R A capital S
Another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

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It'S A Set Up - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: It'S A Set Up
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Anthony Moody

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Lyric:
Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
Bitch, bitch, yeah, what, what, what, what, what?
Beeitch, set up, set up, set up, beeitch, it's a set up
What they're doing? They're trying to

They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up
They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They're trying to set me up but check it out

This is it, call it how you wanna call it
Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting
How do you want it? I said we could spread arms
Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right?

Wanna get rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga
Fake switch bitch ass nigga, in to get lynched ass nigga
Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins
Henchmen, the whole world's against me

It's a million to one, Kurupt with one gun and a whole backyard of ammo
Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel
Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his willy came to an end
You see that nigga he ride with, do him in

This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me
Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me
There's no holds barred when you're playing Russian roulette
They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me

Young gotti, [Incomprehensible]
Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds
I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't
Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up

I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered

Hit the crew, fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty
Dirty, dirty, buster, dirty motherfuckers
Holler at the big homie slop, what up slop?
Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick
Get this rap slapped in the clip

You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him
Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em
Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two
How y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly

Friction, I can feel it all around me, my intuition
L A gang bang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently
Busting, dusting niggaz off silently
I ain't even trying to be what I can be or could handle
But niggaz trying to make me an example

Go over to the west, niggaz wanna feud
Go back to the east, niggaz wanna feud
I'm 'bout to go to the north and south to see, what
Are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, 'cuz I don't know

I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered

It's a set up motherfucker, what, set up
I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga

Can't help it, hoes come through
Me set, I know 'em, they're out to set me
They wanna get me, get the homies
The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me

Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me
Clutch me like a mic and do just what you like?
Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me
You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me

See all the homies, I make loot like spike lee
Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins
I give a fuck nigga, I could stay busting
And still rock it right and hit the spotlight

Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz
Earthquake ass niggaz, I shake these niggaz
Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time
Wanna fuck with Kurupt, I just sit, prepare the rhyme

Now I'm all about the cash nigga
Thinking you could come through
You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga

I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered
Murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered

This for al y'all funny style ass niggas, check it
I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered
Murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered

What? Attack assassins, huh
Just ask the homie D, he rides with me
Just ask the homie Snoop, S N double O P, he rides with me
Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me

Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me
Top doggs, D O double G's, they ride with me
Ask my homie big [Incomprehensible], he rides with me
Ask the big homeboy B, he rides with me
And the homie D, slop, what? They ride with me

Big C, he rides with me
Big Tray D rides with me
Big Sean D rides with me
Big Breez, he rides with me
K U R U P T, beeitch

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Rhyme'Ll Shine On - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Rhyme'Ll Shine On
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Philip Bailey, Keir Gist, Maurice White, Anthony Criss, Vinnie Brown

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Lyric:
I'ma shine on time to climb on
Stun me with R B harmony
So far first to the O R
Hand the bill until paid is a coastguard
The sonar sounds that will throw your
Feet to no more no tour show more
First ability deeper agility
No harassment pass the humility

A new style blessed with a few styles
Rhyme'll shine on I'm on a new prowl
Clap your hands in the evening
Come on y'all, say "It's alright" before leavin'
I like a party, over pumped and lovely
All who flow, show, you think you love me
Bow in the balcony, say "Oww" for me
Now dance, so shall we?

All night long to a long, good, strong song
Hug, the rhyme'll shine on much stronger
A tougher chart buster went tutta
Summer, been back through another
Autumn, I'm callin' ya all in
And fallin' off like a soft man stallin'
A party's live and it dies it when I'm gone
I'm born to see that the rhyme'll shine on

Clap your hands this evening
Come on y'all, uhh, say it's alright
Clap your hands this evening
Come on y'all, say it's alright

Clap your hands this evening
Come on y'all, uhh, say it's alright
Clap your hands this evening
Come on y'all, say it's alright

From the tongue of a great one, I'm prepared for basin
Many are waitin', ain't in to tastin'
A song which is on and long but still cock-strong
Wit an R B cross on
A switch tip, diff'rent from the last hit
Uniquely Yorky, groovy and graphic
A new rap? This is more than just that
When I'm back, you know I'm strapped wit hot tracks

And in fact, it takes the break to shake that
Hottie of a body, waitin' to get snatched
Put a dip to the hip then come back wit
Some ol' new improved holy
Lyrics loaded, love now, let a man live
Dave, put the keys to the crib

Aphrodite join the party
Driftin' on the memories
Nature's in the place to be wit R and B
Wait and see, oh well
And I'm rockin'
The rhyme'll shine on through
Just for you

Straight from the soulful, smoother ruler
Doin' my thing, many and whatever I choose ta
Involve the self in, many are meltin'
Stop before you start, your little heart ain't helpin'
The situation, knockin' the nation
Hip-hop will pop pop pop the population
Praise is profits, systems knock it
Who? But this ain't as smooth as I get

A 90-man clan, a slam jam, bam stand
And I can can, play and cram fans
In any form or fashion, time for the cashin'
Throw 'em rhythm and rappin'
Half of half of even their half, then half of that half
I smash when I rap
Or quick, I stick to a hit like an iron-on
Oh what for? 'Cos the rhyme'll shine on

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