Wicked Bounce - Lyrics - 19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury - Naughty By Nature

Title: Wicked Bounce
Album: 19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Lorraine Whittlesey, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?

Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now

Well here's a shout out to all those who think that we slipped
Doin' this ever since 165, north 15th breakdancin' with slick
Nigga what, I'll beat your butt, you niggas on a beef or what
And if I gotta go deep, I'll cut and if you try to face this
The naughty by the nature gonna lace this

Track, we be the cream of the pack
Don't come up in my face with bullshit 'cuz you're bound to get slapped
And then we'll take it to a level where you're gonna get clapped
And then we'll all be up in court, I don't got time for that

'Cuz I'm, one third, naughty, look into my eyes, yeah you know me
Ain't nobody pimpin' like us three, call us masters, O.P.P
And when I draw the line don't get in the way, I'm paper chasin'
Or I'll be cuttin' you off like Friday, the 13th and I'm Jason

Single don't mingle with ladies hearts, I'm a thief
I'm not a virgin but virgo, birthday September 17th
And don't ask me for favors 'cuz it'll be just like pullin' teeth
I'm on some new shit with niggas 'cuz you continually sleep, don't creep

Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?

Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now

Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun dirty, the motherfucker with them jewels on
Did the dirt, turn the news on
Nigga left layin' with his shoes on
With every clue gone

You actin' nervous, what'd you do wrong?
Nigga lookin' shaky, all fakey, all quiet
Ah, forget about it when the feud's on
Now wha-wha, what put 'em up that's what the party get

I bartend on some naughty shit and no play that shorty shit
We hittin' and kickin' like this shit
Shakin' like you know chicken like pick, pick, pick pickin' the town
Dickin' em down, pickin' a hoe, give 'em a show, the rigamarole

So, if you ever go report, you seen my tribe
I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
[Incomprehensible]
That's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side
What you gonna do, when a dude talkin' all the drunk talk
At least you'll die high

Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?

Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now

Just look don't touch, just tip my bitch
'Cuz things get crazy now
Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now
Got busy, got forty, got fam, got fuss, got jet, got slash

Diesel do, take apart that ass
Got another motherfucker get cash fast
Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory

Treachery, and next to me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie
What with K Boogie on the break release
The beat don't cease till we double fuckin' platinum apiece
Hands touched

Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?

Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Put 'em up, what, what?
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now

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We Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: We Don'T Give A Fuck
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Jones, D Lockings, Bernard James Freeman, T Lovelace, Carl Mitchell

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Lyric:
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath
We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin', honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me

We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for y'all punks
Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money

You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man
Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock
Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked
I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town
Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down

Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S
My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest
My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest
Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this

We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go and knock 'em off
Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off
It's B U N for U G K, straight up out that B A T
Holdin' it down for K I M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust
Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club
Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut
If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit

Then I snatch that chain
When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends
And his Benz, make him cash that train
Come out the dark and get the lights on, turn together, get it up

Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck
I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'
Nigga yes y'all then I gotta get a piece of that
Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm

Well, come over hear I got a little heat for that
AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump
Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip
And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk

Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves
And duct tape I can get what I want
Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches
We don't give a fuck

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

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Stay Out Of My Way - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Stay Out Of My Way
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Mason Betha, J Boxley, Ingrid Julia Chavez, Sean Combs, Leonard A Kravitz, Ron Lawrence, Madonna Carlton Ridenhour, E Sadler

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Lyric:
Hey yo, dogs, for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
'Cuz now you got chicks talk, what the fuck
What the fuck, what the fuck

You know somebody swung on me and cut me?
(Come on, come on, come on)
You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?
(Come on, come on, come on)

Is they stoppin' my money?
(Come on, come on, come on)
Then it ain't no problem here
(Come on, come on, come on)

C'mon, I ain't wit that man
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my B back on
Yo, yo, yo

You know my mission ain't complete
'Til I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat

Chased Kate 52 states straight
But still ain't nothin' sweet
I took a year off to let the young nigga's eat
Everybody wit' me want bucks

Walk around platinum linked up
With money like Brink trucks
Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up
Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertime

All out tattoo's over wife beaters
Get mail Branson, never buy reefer
Bentley five seater, it's all for real
First rapper to close down a mall with a mil'

The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Plus the money so I'm on nigga one
Talk to me

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

Don't take much to wake up, taped up
Fuck the district, I live in Jacob
Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up
See me without Puff, try to get your weight up, uh

Ain't nuttin' between you and me
And on the real, nuttin' you could do wit' me
I got cash that'll fund your leave
You'll pull that hoodie over your head
And put five in your Ceasar

Doubt me now and die a believer
Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver
When the war's on, put your gloves and your Gore's on
Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on

Beef no more that's what other nigga's for
I got a fam' that love to go to war
Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up
Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up

I'm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up
I'll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up
Arms are rocked up, Bentley wit' the top up
Uh, you don't stop, come on

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

Yo, one, two, three, four
Everybody on the floor

You see grams, I'mma see craters
By the time you see land I'mma see acres
Drop another CD just to see paper
And before you see me you'll see the maker

All I see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leechin'
When they gun's out playa, there'll be no reachin'

Ballin' in Dirty South wit' no creases
And all I see is more F-in' iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over Sean John fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka and let her teeth touch it

All out, bad boy forever
The movement, what

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

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Thug Luv - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Thug Luv
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kimberly Jones, Carl Mitchell, Scott Storch, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory Mode, rollin' through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin', die bitch
'Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin' us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin' dome like a league brawl
Come and roll with us
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin' haters buked and on crutches

Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
Between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug Lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, 'cause I'm full of ambition
And ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin' on no critical condition
Murderin' is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it

Don't when to stop it, I'm goin' pockets and layin' bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

It's the T.W.I.S. to the T.A
K to the motherfuckin' I'm
'Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't nobody gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them?
I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up

Now whassup y'all better come roll with us
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista and we about this
For those who doubt this, the game is ours we gon' run you up out this
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin' a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems just gimme what I came for

Pull up on your block, eight straight hummers
'Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
Nasty Hardcore shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year

Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Kim is yo' flow hot
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

Do it like a gangsta, creepin' like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin' for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin' big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin' over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

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Big D - Lyrics - Noreaga

Title: Big D
Artist: Noreaga
Composer(s): Lamont Poerter, Victor Santiago

Lyric:
For Shigatty my nigatty
Yeah, we gonna have it perolating in the popoff
So go get them condoms niggas, and the Smirnoffs
Yeah, we got the full skeezy not the jump skeezy
The full skeezy, the blowout up in the Nahmeanuheard

So all the ladies out there, all the ladies out there
It's y'all year, y'all need to cum this year
Y'all need to say that, I need to know what the fuck y'all want
What, what y'all want now?

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

Take a mouthful hoe, gobble down slow
No shopping sprees but you could have dro
Mr. Chows, no simply you can get blimpy
Fuck you in the truck, ghetto style, no Bentley

Shit I hit the brakes, stay out late
At your mom's crib chick, where my dick got ate
I'm like oh no, the bitch just blow
I'm coming now hoe, please let me go

I can't take it, the head game's sacred
Even suck me and Tigger off in the basement
I fuck mad hoes, and they ain't get no cash
It's N O R, the nigga that get Uncle Luke ass

Straight mash, these's motherfucking bitches can't last
An l bust three nuts on the table glass
Is is time to stop, nah it's not
Pussy swollen, told l would wreck the twat

You can't hang with the ding dong
With your cream thong, you could ask my chicks
They call me King Kong

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

Yo, it's on nigga for the long nigga
Who's balls up on the thighs like ping pong niggas
The real King Kong niggas
I need a Cheech and Chong nigga
In other words, dick bigger than a bong nigga

Stop drinking Moet and Chandon nigga
You better pour me some Cisqo if you want to get up in this thong nigga
My logo is a middle finger because I don't give a fuck
Stick it up, I'm like a virgin I don't give a fuck

Get it, like a virgin I don't give a fuck
Similar to a small dick nigga who don't get a fuck
Good whining, seen it all, tiny ass nuts
Hitting my big walls like handballs

He reminds me of a Ken Doll
Remember that shit?
Toy ass man with a nice and no dick
I ain't got time for playing games
The next time I'ma start fucking saying names

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

Yo, hey yo check it, you probably make records to fuck bitches
But I'm the reason why y'all niggas get your dick sucked from bitches
Turn sluts to bitches, I grant your wishes
You want to feel one swing fist's, I'm abitious, the street vicious

I slam you up and down on cars like I'm hitting switches
It's repetitious on the road to riches
My dick cliffs, leaves girls with Frankenstein stitches
I grab bitches by the butt, give them a pain fuck

Stuck up against the wall with their arms and legs stuck like King Tut
I remember when swallowing
Now I got girls choking from when a nigga deep throating
Here take a lick, my dick's thick

Scratch the back of your throat like 'huh' 'cause my dick's sick
I give backshots yo, 'cause I'ma backshot pro
Give backshots to girls who got cornrows
So when I pull their hair, it make their braids touch their ass
Like Li'l Mo, yo

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

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Don'T Fuck With Us - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Don'T Fuck With Us
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
We keep it hoppin' like the cars with the shocks
We spittin' heat on your block
We new to the game but runnin' the spot
Numbin' your knot with bass lines that'll make ya neck break

This rook'll take your queen
And put ya king in checkmate
Open your mind without makin' ya meditate
We real champs, y'all just featherweight

Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
Beefin' with us? We're leavin you face down
Stompin' bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town
Runnin' the playground like it was a track meet
Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet

We into big things, bank account's overgrown
All types of cheese, swiss, cheddar, provolone
Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
Track hittin' hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

Y'all bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust

It's Trademark the truth, laid back, aloof
I'm God, as if you needed some proof
You ain't hard, I can see it on you, I need a roof
Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin' on you

Click-clack, nickel back, knickknacks if you got heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your sound's tired, buddy, that's why I'm sleepin' on you

We lean back in the ride with cream stackin' the rawhide
The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes, ash brown boots
So sick, I've been handlin' flows

Since enamel was gold tooth and branded by low
You cold fuck like Eskimo hoes at seven below
You slow, you be the last to think
My hands seen more fuckin' dirt than bathroom sinks

Y'all bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust

I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches
We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes
Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
You ain't family, you ain't earnin' my trust, boy

Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
We bring more drama than the Laker roster
Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
Throw heat without lookin' like Fernando Valenzuela

Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame
I'm ego drivin', seen with different women, every size and frame
I refine my game by fuckin' famous bitches
But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next

For sex or brain, misses or Mrs.
Married or not, my game don't stop
It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe

Y'all bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust

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Tear It Off - Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

Title: Tear It Off
Album: Blackout! (with Redman)
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Jerome Brailey, George Clinton, Erick Sermon, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Clifford Smith, Philippe Wynn, Barbarella Bishop, Ronald Ford, Ricky Walters, Jason Hunter, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, Linda Shider, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Yo man glorious
This is protected
By the Red
And Tical

Slap it down
Way out of bounds
Throw in your towels
Fo' we gun down

Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode
When Doc come drop a shit load
Grip fo's
Mushrooms, did those

Deep pistol
Whip hoes
I bitch O's
Money, roll, I stick a zip code

Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row
Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose
My Benz built with wings and 6-0's
My flows is North Pole cold

My hands got area's that fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes
Shows, niggas pack 6 rolls

We're losin' 'em
His hart won't get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze
I could hum and shit cold

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

I get scanned, rip sand
With this stick style
Pistol, lick ground
Get off my dick now

Kick crowd, hot style
You-get-shot-style
Timid, scared to get in it
These dogs is rock rowd

Unchained, untained, you know my name
Act strange, pack flame
It's not a game
Just ill flows, that kills shows

You can feel yo
Kickin' in you do', like a steel toe for real do'
Y'all gon' learn I spit germs
When you come showin' on Big Worm

You gets burned
Punks don't get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get some
The last victim lye in a ditch

Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit
Me and Funk Doc get, toxic
A bowl of rice and some chopsticks
Go make your Wu just imposters

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

You try to O.K Corel
With Doc and Methical
Bar saloon fight without weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin Lous

One yard to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down

Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out

Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dig 'em out

Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and love to dish it out
3 watched MC's, start wristin' out
Get your whole camp put on the missile foul
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

Method Man
We just ice
Men of mice, ain't nothing nice
Redman

Fuck your life
Method Man
Your tight, just light to fight
We move right, on fright night

When niggas right
We bust pipe, condo's that suck tight
We all right, you all hype and war's right
In the source, with half mic, you half life

And half dead, blasted on glass bed
I'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'
Take my turn frontin'

Def Jam ain't heard nothin' yet
Suspect, ruff necks
Buck 'em down or you get busted
Never leave home without my muskett

Trust this, out for justice, clown
And caught on Judgment Day, call Joe Brown
Take MC's to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all fall down

Master these bastards with hazardous tactics
Semi automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattress
All you kids is ass backwards and visa versa

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

Come on, yo tear the roof off
Nigga, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

Huh
Yo, you don't want to fuck with us
You don't
Yo, You don't want to fuck with us
You don't

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Dem Niggas - Lyrics - Lil' Troy

Title: Dem Niggas
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Troy Birklett, Ardis Wise, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
A ha
Yeah, for all y'all
Most difficult

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I'm the master mind, get money leave the past behind
'Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine
I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with
Artist, I'm still one thick

He told me to bring, well, here it go I run shit
You bustas please ain't done shit
We authentic time peace ice up to fice up
I'm still here who lights up

Goin' on, somebody turn the lights up
Is the mic up I can't be touched
You got cash, well, it can't be much
You missed us

I'm the same one playin' me close
I told ya it ain't done
I bring the rain if I cock back
I'm the aim one, the thing to ask if I want it I bring the Axe

You niggas can't fuck with me
I put it down real so my nigga Troy stuck with me
I cut for him and now he cut for me
Grim got the keyboard, I got the razor blade to match
I got the Lacy drop hits on the track

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas man
Even though I had to front some niggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas, you know, I'm Lil' Troy
I don't want none of you niggas, I will kill everyone of you niggas

Why you bumpin' 'cause you moved up to score a half a brick
Bitch I move three half a lick
I.D. you know the rules get your mutherfuckin' ass in line
And have my mutherfuckin' cash on time

Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip
Tied you up and didn't even reason kid
I paid the price Gill bitch, I saved your life
Now you're thinkin' everything's all right

When I caught you off tha soft and a pistol bumpin' you all
Another reason I should bump you off, well, I ain't sayin' no more
I know you better start payin' me though
'Cuz bitch I ain't playin' no more

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I done down to pull one, unload a clip popin' a good one
You niggas can't fuck with us
This Short Stop baby, you ain't got enough of us
You want to bring it ain't shit to me

I roll one deep but you better have a click for me
'Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk
I'm artist that's Troy but we both stay nonchalant
You don't know how far our money extend

When you pushin' tha Benz I'm ridin' shotgun
Cop in twins, he got a case I've got to die for the ends
It was a half of a meal from the jump when he started to burn
One lick was three and a quarter to burn

Throw three hundred in the aisle these niggas got full like that
I drink but I don't get full like that
I stay sober when it's good for me
And grab my glock and make sure I put enough on me

Fuck dem niggas
Yeah, fuck these niggas
You know what I'm sayin', we roll with enough of niggas
And 'um, I'm takin' contracts out
Every motherfuckin' body that owns somebody in this bitch

You know what I'm sayin', come see Lil' Troy
I don't care if you on the
East side, west side, north side or south side
If you a hoe ass nigga
I'm taking y'all ass out for the 99 bitch

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Dem N****S - Lyrics - Sittin' Fat Down South - Lil' Troy

Title: Dem N****S
Album: Sittin' Fat Down South
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Troy Birklett, Ardis Wise, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
A ha
Yeah, for all y'all
Most difficult

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I'm the master mind, get money leave the past behind
'Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine
I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with
Artist, I'm still one thick

He told me to bring, well, here it go I run shit
You bustas please ain't done shit
We authentic time peace ice up to fice up
I'm still here who lights up

Goin' on, somebody turn the lights up
Is the mic up I can't be touched
You got cash, well, it can't be much
You missed us

I'm the same one playin' me close
I told ya it ain't done
I bring the rain if I cock back
I'm the aim one, the thing to ask if I want it I bring the Axe

You niggas can't fuck with me
I put it down real so my nigga Troy stuck with me
I cut for him and now he cut for me
Grim got the keyboard, I got the razor blade to match
I got the Lacy drop hits on the track

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas man
Even though I had to front some niggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas, you know, I'm Lil' Troy
I don't want none of you niggas, I will kill everyone of you niggas

Why you bumpin' 'cause you moved up to score a half a brick
Bitch I move three half a lick
I.D. you know the rules get your mutherfuckin' ass in line
And have my mutherfuckin' cash on time

Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip
Tied you up and didn't even reason kid
I paid the price Gill bitch, I saved your life
Now you're thinkin' everything's all right

When I caught you off tha soft and a pistol bumpin' you all
Another reason I should bump you off, well, I ain't sayin' no more
I know you better start payin' me though
'Cuz bitch I ain't playin' no more

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I done down to pull one, unload a clip popin' a good one
You niggas can't fuck with us
This Short Stop baby, you ain't got enough of us
You want to bring it ain't shit to me

I roll one deep but you better have a click for me
'Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk
I'm artist that's Troy but we both stay nonchalant
You don't know how far our money extend

When you pushin' tha Benz I'm ridin' shotgun
Cop in twins, he got a case I've got to die for the ends
It was a half of a meal from the jump when he started to burn
One lick was three and a quarter to burn

Throw three hundred in the aisle these niggas got full like that
I drink but I don't get full like that
I stay sober when it's good for me
And grab my glock and make sure I put enough on me

Fuck dem niggas
Yeah, fuck these niggas
You know what I'm sayin', we roll with enough of niggas
And 'um, I'm takin' contracts out
Every motherfuckin' body that owns somebody in this bitch

You know what I'm sayin', come see Lil' Troy
I don't care if you on the
East side, west side, north side or south side
If you a hoe ass nigga
I'm taking y'all ass out for the 99 bitch

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They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): E.D.I. Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Johnny Jackson, Napoleon Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Malcolm Greenidge, Kastro Young Noble

Lyric:
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
'Cause once u look at it
You know
(You really do)

They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us

Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Some say niggaz is hard headed
'Cause we love to trick
Equipped with game
So we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You still a member of the hopeless

See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just as crooked
As the niggas they chasin'
Lookin' for role models
Our father figures is bases

Some say they expect Illuminati
Take my body to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shortys
Just as rowdy as me
Before I flee computer chips
I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no devils bleedin'
Only black blood drippin'

We can change
Whatcha now say?
I'm watchin' niggaz work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes to switch places with the bustas on top
I'm bustin' shots make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did 'cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you

Or them five mouths you forced to feed
Not including yourself
All you want is what they perceiving as greed
So as you loaded up that Mack and continue to buck 'em
I was on paper, thinking they don't give a fuck about us

I'm seeing it clearer
Hating the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the fuck these devils fear ya?
I'm watching my nation die genocide the 'cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls

I told ya last album, we need help 'cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us advance 'cause we trying
Ignored my whole plea, watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Now all my homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit,nobody else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut

What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone, same song
Ain't gave a fuck all along
And who am I to blame em?
Just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a fuck
I don't feel what I'm saying?

Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like bubbles
With the police
This nation's peace sent here to run you

Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck

You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
'Cause half of my niggas, long gone
Buried in the dirt just for trying
Sometimes I think my block is dying
And that it's awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool

I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin
Seein' me upside down, backwards, head twisted
While I'm layin' in the coffin
The shit comes around so often
So tell me something
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'

Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle
Doin' the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well since you don't give a fuck
I'll be frontin'
And I'm a drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin'

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

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N-Noreaga - Y'All Don'T Wanna - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Y'All Don'T Wanna
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Tamir Ruffin, Victor Santiago, Kenya Miller, Kiam Holley

Lyric:
Yeah
Why they don't get a nigga like me
To sing the national anthem or nuttin?
It's nothin

Nokio
(Flame, Nokio)
Nokio give us a beat baby, some gangsta shit, yo
CNN, the best group that ever lived

Best blowin' fuckin' group that ever lived in rap
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
How your life is yo?

My life is nuttin' like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom
I rock Jordan's, and can't stand Pippen's
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
But I'ma go for the homer and cock the pump

I was the kid in the hood your moms ain't want you with
Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click
Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell
Escobar style, I'll build my own jail

The America's, 'merica's, favorite thug
To sell cocaine, America's, favorite drugs
Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggaz
And the hoes don't fuck, they just brain niggaz

CNN, focus on us, we coconuts
We throw our gang signs up, [unverified] wit us
Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak
I orally, have sex 'cause my aura [unverified] is deep, it go

Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What's this I hear? CNN ain't real?
What's this I hear? CNN is wack?
What's this I hear? CNN won't kill?
Now what's this I hear? CNN ain't back?

Yo, I give you every part of my life, to my paralyzed [unverified]
to the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm
I'm, "The Answer" like Allen I
Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I

I'm the first that ever loc'ed on a Nok' track
CNN back, like number 5 Jordan's purple and black
We spazzed on purpose, fuck tryin' to sit in a cat'
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap

It's kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box
All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops
I give the street life my all, stripes and scars
Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob

Now I spit righteous bars, fuck livin' like the stars
Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge
Cause I'm just like y'all, my kicks scuff like y'all
I still get harassed and searched up like y'all

Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What's this I hear? CNN ain't real?
What's this I hear? CNN is wack?
What's this I hear? CNN won't kill?
Now what's this I hear? CNN ain't back?

Yo, imagine us cowards
You still live with mommy, still get allowance
I chase Henny, bubblin' ounces
I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains

What's this I hear huh? This is my year
'Pone shit kosher, you think not? I give you my ear
Now listen closer I was born and I'ma die here
Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster
Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder

Yo, raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition
Knock you out position and have your little hoe missin
Niggaz get locked up, I spread my love
Yo they leave god body but they come home blood

Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those
And it's all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes
Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search
Po' po' and co's they all get merked, it go

Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What's this I hear? CNN ain't real?
What's this I hear? CNN is wack?
What's this I hear? CNN won't kill?
Now what's this I hear? CNN ain't back?

Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What's this I hear? CNN ain't real?
What's this I hear? CNN is wack?
What's this I hear? CNN won't kill?
Now what's this I hear? CNN ain't back?

Yeah, it's like this
Collaboration, CNN, gangsta shit
With my nigga, Nokio on the beats
On the boards, fuckin shit up y'all, yeah

He on the boards, fuckin' shit up y'all
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track
Aiyyo, it got a hit record all over the track
Yeah hit record, written all over the track

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Don'T Get Carried Away - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: Don'T Get Carried Away
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Dawaun Parker, Lionel Holoman, Nasir Jones, Trevor Smith, Andre Young

Lyric:
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em
Yeah, I'ma rub these sticks together
Check it and start a bonfire

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away

Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, ridin' through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I'm seein' when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin' in they stilettos

Then they wave and say hello when my Lambo' is yellow
Everything they got a jingle when they walk like Jello
See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret it because I see how you get it

Now because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga
'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular, nigga
In the night I become the type to love when it's dark
'Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin' my mark

See the fact's that I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in
Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise
And wh-while I'm stockin' this bread, keep ah-stockin' the lead
And leave a permanent dot on the top of your head, c'mon

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away

I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin' under open windows that's drafty

Then wakin' up my throat scratchy that's how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow's Murciélago, ghostin' them narcos
Toast in the ways of the original Pablos

Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest, I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creepin' on me whenever I'm bent

My mind spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 Andre
To keep pilin', keep pushin' them drops
Nas, runnin' with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away

Now I'm hot, and we runnin' the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin' in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin' the pot, c'mon
Drugs, bitch, I got what you want come and get what I got

Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin' the glock
Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me, you gotta deal with a lot

See, I will leave you to rot, only defendin' my stock
Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Lose your life in the drop while I harvest the crop
My hot shit, bust a cannon have you run in your socks

See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin' a gospel
Get Nas holdin' a barrel size of elephant nostril

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away

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Connected - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Connected
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, D Wickliffe, D Woodard, A Parker

Lyric:
Woo
Murder Inc motherfucker

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this

It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake East thugs
Its murder Inc in the role nigga throw up your dub
They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man
We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience
Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar
I'm 'bout to touch the roof wit it
Extraordinary and I was never ordinary at the cemetery

Missin' my homies in mortuaries
End all most real young name and 'pac
I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
I hear a lot of niggaz rapping
But there ain't that many rappers
Out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening
I'm a million out the gate

No scratch that 8 from CD's to tapes
We rock like earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a fleetwood
Like a G should
Young Eastwood is so damn good

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder inc in the role, we all sick
So all niggaz involved get mauled
Quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, nigga aww shit
Punks talking lick I haul off quick
Wit' a sawed off kick it's like they fall off cliffs
Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned
Like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit

Off in a ditch your coffin is sick
While I floss in the awesomest whips
And I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your calling your six
'Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen you
I have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip, motherfucker

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick rock you leavin'
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathin'
Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
And give your the holy spirit and see you to Gods temple
I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying

For the day of my diminishing
Why don't somebody finish him off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
'Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays
Touche! The rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

{Extra extra aint roll about it
Ja Rule's just been elected
President of United Ghettos of America}

{This is all shit
Ya that's shit, thats shit
You'll say they tried to pin that shit on me
In Emeri there are niggas are innocent like
We makin' the kids do ecstasy
I am not makin' the kids do ecstasy
They made me do ecstasy, ha ha ha}

{Here's what we had to say at press time
Welcome to America, ha ha ha
My peoples my peoples, welcome to America}

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I Wanna... - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: I Wanna...
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Christopher Sheppard, Ricardo Brown, Andrea Piskunov, Sean Singleton, Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
For all the girls you know you in the garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck
To my baby girl Denim
You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body

Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah gangsta style
Ha, check it, I wanna fuck
To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck
Young ladies, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck what so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You never stop suckin' me off for as long as I'm breakin' you off
I never go soft show you who's boss
But you got to stay wet for me to confess
That you fuck best than all the rest

See me personally murder the weed
Lovin the speed, rumble the seeds
Fuckin' and hee, funny's runnin' with me have you comin' for me
You think you special, you lunchin', you know you just me

You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right
Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and
Definitely nasty, undeniably freeze, grab me a Henney
Bow down surrender to me

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck
Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut
All over your face and on your butt
Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs
She get crazy for cocoa nuts

Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed kick over the lamp shade
Ass come equipped with an ash tray
Call me a taxi, I'm nasty
Don't be nervous, check my escort service
Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus

So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it
While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it
Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
Snake eyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis

Wild sex and me now that's monotonous
I'm man floss the rocks and shit
Quick to have your baby momma coppin' it
Baby momma coppin' it

Might as give you well till I take you home
Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan
Promise me baby that I can take you home
Take you to my room confront the freak in you
Run you through my groove, hey, that's what you wanna do

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter
I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder
I'm all about sex, gettin' pussy that's wet
Fuckin' bitches in the stretch
Ridin' to the bank, cashin' my checks

Smokin', sipping 'Zay and Mo' Wet, bitch on the left
Tellin' me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit
If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it
Just get down on the floor and strip naked

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap

Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, with me and my homies
I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes
I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass
Fifty five cheaters, quick ass we get ass, we get cash
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka

This is how we do it over here nigga
Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga
I guess I got to tell them what the time they were
Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga

'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy

Let's play house, what you talkin' 'bout
Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out
All the way from Philly to the dirty south
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for that, I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck

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