Ready 4 Whatever - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Ready 4 Whatever
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): J Jackson, T Himes, Tupac Shakur, G S Heron

Lyric:
Rule number one, niggaz die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest, run up nigga

There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, take me I'm doin' it
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my AK

Commitin' sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you're out there help a young brother
'Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin' ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever
My nigga Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4 whatever

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know
This how the player's do it
I know you standin' there confused
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4 whatever

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Last Man Standing - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Last Man Standing
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, W Seastrunk, E Sermon, P Smith, B White

Lyric:
The year is 2000, all the real motherfuckers left
PMD, Def Squad and Hit Squad and the virus
I'll tell you who I be
(Check it)

This is Erick Sermon, one of God's children of billions
With more Hype than Williams
Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending
My squad prepare for squad spending, I ain't begot no weapon
I'm lyin', get caught off guard I'm firin'
Until I hear sirens, I'm gone with the wind

A black Clark Gable, doin' 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest
Fell this so all the envious hear this
I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded
(Why E?)
'Cuz I'm the last man standin'

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

Yeah, yo, snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson
Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
Casualty to an MC who try to fuck with P or E-Dub
Catch the burner with the snub, no love
A tight defense, like the glove, so bring it

Any song we drop I bet you sing it
Check the logo and slip up and get creamed kid
My pen is registered like Bruce Lee on loose leaf
My crew be, timped down puffing looseys
Drop the slick shit, nigga wanna get with
Swiss Smith, street cat strap?

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

Black the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it
'Cuz I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
The blunt, the weed, the hash

And then white with my friends in the Benz
Smoke fill the car until I blind my lens
I lock down my statis, I be the baddest
Yes, the one that get you open the most outspoken

Shogun assassin', Chinese connection, ninja maskin'
We turnin' to gravity, B-boy with the pants saggin'
Ain't no stoppin', on the case like Johnny Cochran
The beats knockin', mock speed is what I'm clockin'

With Erick Serm, mess with fire you get burned
Like a bad perm it's the return that niggas yearn
What, PMD and the bandit, never stranded
Bust a canon 'cuz it's the last man standin'

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

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Bricks 4 The High - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Bricks 4 The High
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Jim Jones, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money
I can get money doin' anything

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
What you nigga's wanna order?

Oh six' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth, don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down and the rest goin' for the high

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I sound like the shit these niggaz is talkin'
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm fuckin' wit em

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I got houses in different continents, nigga
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, so I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work ain't even gotta touch

My money come in stacks and I know just how to get it, man
A low profile, might be ridin' a Honda Civic, man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha Carribeans
They come from 'cross the water
Masked, taped to my Europeans
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block wit a profit

For you nigga's that like to pop, you know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters
Have you spinnin' like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Niggas get a million dollars and think they gettin' it?
Nigga, I made my first million when I was a teenager

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Jones, Capo, Dipset, them niggas know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's couches
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin'

Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's
Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's
I'm so icy and I think they like me

Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my white tee
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin'
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'

Aye, Jim Jones
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
And when the show's slow, I cook extra blow

Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough
Keep the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco
I can make it get stiff like dead people
Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg beater

And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket fare
Residue on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear
I can beat it like my, I treat the dope like Tina

And I beat it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

You see how I get down wit the get down
Nigga, I got a car for every day of the week
And two other cars for the weekends
Nigga, fuck is wrong wit you?

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga
I can sell whatever I wanna sell
I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was easy
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it

I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin'
In five years I started that shit
Sold my part for thirty million
And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now

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Down 4 Whatever - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: Down 4 Whatever
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Rodney Roy Jerkins, Monica Arnold, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

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Lyric:
So gone over you, you, you, you
(Yeah, new Monica, woo)

Silly of me
Devoted so much time
To find you unfaithful, boy
I never lost my mind

Drive pass your house every night
In an unmarked car
Wondering what she had on me
To make you break my heart, yeah

(You make me feel)
You make me feel I'm so gone, oh
(So gone)
You make me
(You make me feel)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I, ooh
(So gone)

Nights I couldn't sleep, uh
You let the sun beat you home
I asked myself over again
What am I doing wrong

To make you stay out all night
And not think to call
What does she have over me
To make him not think to call home

(You make me feel)
You make me feel I'm so gone, oh
(So gone
You make me
(You make me feel)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby I, ooh
(So gone)

Listen, boy, I'm a rowdy chick
Some times I have to fight, 'cause my mouth too slick
Baby, why you doing me like I ain't worth this shit
Make me wanna ride passed your house and sit

Kick down your door and smack your chick
Just to show you Monica not having it
So in love with you like a drug habit get
(So gone)
You treat me so unreal

What she do, I do better
(Ooh, oh)
What she do to make you love her
(What did she do)
Is it real or forever
Baby, please can't we stay together
(Is it real or forever)

What she do, I do better
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What she do to make you love her
(Yeah, ooh)

Is it real or forever
(Is it real)
Baby, please can't we stay together
(Oh)

Whoa and I love you to love you, baby
(Whoa and I love you to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, ooh
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby
(Whoa and I love you to love you, baby)

Whoa and I love you to love you, baby
(Just to show you Monica not having it)
Yeah

(You make me feel)
You make me feel I'm so gone, oh
(So gone)
You make me
(You make me feel)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I, ooh
(So gone)

Said that I need you
I don't really need you
Said that I need you, ooh

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4 Ever - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: 4 Ever
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): David Lewis, Jonathon Lewis, Clifford Smith, Wayne Lewis

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Lyric:
K one

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
That don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me and put it on me

If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that
It's sweet like candy, this time I might just eat that
You steal my heart, sweetheart then you can keep that
Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at

Push the seats back, you got the kinda body
Niggaz beep at, try to speak at but get no feedback
Sophisticated, miss highly edumicated
Living well lady, that made it, type of woman you stay with

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a queen that respects a king just like Coretta
Get everything except the ring for worse or better
Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow
Whatever, see if it go down, we go together

Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma
You ain't gotta sugar my tank or key the kid car
'Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard
Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar

But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild
That's where I stood and where I stand now
I'm throwing rocks at your window pane
Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

No matter what we go through
(What we go through)
I'll be there for you
(There for you)

I'll never let you down
I'll just hold you down
Oh, ooh

No matter where we be
(Where we be)
I'll do it all again
(All again)

The ups and down
I'll hold you down
Oh, ooh

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
She don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me

And now I gotta lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her
And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her
Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
I'm ready to shack up, now that's love

Nobody can love you like me, boy
I'll promise to be your only girl
Don't ever leave, just stay
You will be down for me, anyway

Ah, you and me together, baby

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

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4 Corners - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: 4 Corners
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Leonard Caston, Timothy Mosely, Shawn Carter, Jermaine Dupri, Kyambo Joshua, James Phillips, Charleston Davis, Darryl Iii Richardson, Chad Butler, Dwayne Carter, Anita Poree

Lyric:
Question, what y'all know about swingas on slab
30's on a Hummer with the butterfly doors?
Lucky charm teeth, lac on dem D's
Chevys sittin' high, iced out everthang, stacks on deck, no bank

What y'all know 'bout the five hottest niggas in the game?
Bow Wow, Short Dog, Scrappy, the boi Lil Wayne, the homie Pimp C
We got a lil' story to tell y'all where we come from

I come from where a Chevy wit a trunk full of bump
Is all that is that's wanted
In a year it don't matter long as you throw sum throw some D's on it
Mouth cost more then your house, house on ten acres
In the inside so fly, *** call me Jim Baker

From Ohio to Texas, we so infectious
ATL to STL is gon' to be hard to catch us
I'm talkin' 'bout ***, pills, sippin' on bar
Drinkin' crunk, livin' like there's no tomorrow

See out of towners can't understand 'coz I cut all my words short
Poppin' tags is mandatory, Saturday at the mall
Hoods ain't hoods, they cardboards and zones
*** car choppers and when it's on, it's on

See the kids can't live without it
It ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it
Learn how to bounce and get out it, hear me out
See the kids can't live without it
And it ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it
Learn how to bounce and get out it and now answer me this

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

I'm talkin' the boy, country like overalls, you know that, dawg
Catch me in a slab, the same color as bowling balls
Cruisin' up the ave and I'm probably gonna give you up on cost
'Coz I ball hard and I'm stuntin' just like there's no tomorrow

So yesterday I swear I spent about fifty G's
On a wrist watch that shine brighter then a Christmas tree
If you was gettin' cheese, you would probably spend too
So don't hate 'em 'cause I blow paper like the wind do

And hop out clean, so watch your queen
I'm the biggest balla in Houston, homie, not Yao Ming
I mean, I'm gettin' money, man, so my pockets hella chubby
And I be sippin' drank that's purple like the Teletubby

So when it comes to the women, dawg, I can tell they love me
They put they panties in a envelope and mail 'em to me
And now how's that for some fan mail?
But me and Bow got a question, know the answer?
Raise your hand, yell

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them georgia boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Yeah, they call me Fisher Price 'coz all I do is play nice
And I hang around a gang of guerrillas that love to fight
I'm the ice man, I'm far away from the sun
But I'm still hot like a *** pushin' a 'bout ***

My charger look like a muscle liftin' a ton
You keep pickin' on me, then you picked the right one
You pass another drink and I'm sippin' another one
You trust me up a *** I'm blowin' myself a ***

Got a Froot Loop Coupe lookin' like orange juice
When them *** see the truth, they don't be knowin' what to do
Yeah, I'm Scrap, baddest young *** in the nation
Young *** quit hatin' on the money that I'm makin', I'm just country

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Look, they call me Wayne, that is our chaperon
So far ahead of the race, I don't know which lap I'm on
No *** young Louisiana
Hit you with *** like MC Hammer

And money talks, so that's my grammar
If you ain't about money, you can step like a gambler
Am I the illest doin' this? Hell yeah
I am fresher then the Prince of Bel Air

And OG is what you smell here
Smoke the biggest *** don't worry, I brought a spare
They say I'm at the top but I'm almost there
And when I get, I will sit, don't worry, I brought a chair

I put ice all over the Altermare
[Incomprehensible] watch face, now time is hard to tell
And I will do whatever the Carter shell
So hot, goin' out wit me is like goin' to hell

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Noise, noise

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What They Gonna Think - Lyrics - Fan 3

Title: What They Gonna Think
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Leon Heywood, Fan

Lyric:
Gimme a little more than candy

Yo, that was the chorus and here comes the rap
So, everybody put your hands together and clap
You remember the good old days back in school
When you tried your hardest to keep your cool

Around that person that you always liked and you heard
That he might ask you out tonight
Y'all be goin' to the bathroom in the middle of class
He said a girl threw up with a fake hall pass

You got a nice little note, it took an hour to write
Askin' if you got anything planned for tonight
Well, these days its almost the same thing
Except instead of a note, the cell phone ring

He hooks me up with a tour, seein' if I got the call
Makin' sure I hadn't made private plans at the mall
But when I looked at his face and I saw his smile it
Made me wanna put his number in my palm piolet

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

Y'all remember the 1st time that y'all went out
You picked a rough better house walkin' arm an arm
You say hello to his momma, hello to his daddy
Then you smiled at her and she made you feel glad

You gave her the rose, you picked up on the way
And this is when you get started for the date
She hated the movie but pretended like she liked
'Cause she really cant stand all the violence and fightin'

It's off towards dinner, where to go
You pretend you had it figured out a week ago
Y'all go to dinner but it's not to fancy
You have fun all night, eatin' and dancin'

Well, in the year 2002 we will find somethin' cool to do
And you will probably have a whole lot of fun
Maybe, chill with some friends before the night is done

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

Well, now you've been goin' out 4 some
Time and it was easy to tell him what was your mind
Y'all will chill together and listen to some vidol
But you were still young, no decisions were final

These days we have things called CD's, you old folks
May not be to familiar with these but us kids
Like to listen to 'em together, rock, pop, hip hop
It don't matter, whatever

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
...

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Down 4 Whateva - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Down 4 Whateva
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, O Credle, E Murry

Lyric:
Brooklyn, uh, yeah, now
Check this shit out

Now check this motherfucking capo right here
Mash Out Posse, Slash, O.C. come together like a glock and a clip
We gon' jam when its time to blast
Big niggaz that rap, we 'bout to get in your ass

We done played the background, ayyo all my peops
I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on
I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit
With this ten man clique

Who don't know how to act, lookin' for some niggaz to hit
And if you ever think it can't happen to you
You might just end up in the East River with some bale ass shoes
I ain't playin' no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw

I flipped the word around, nigga, this means war
Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever
With Mike, go get the guns when it's time to shoot
To Brooklyn I give a 21-gun salute
(Come on)

Flatbush
Crown Heights, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Brownsville
(Firing Squad)
"Thought I'd remind y'all"

Bushwick, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
(See I)
[Unverified]
East New York, "Thought I'd remind y'all"

I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup
Make 'em roll up, come up out your clothes
And get your whole shit swole up
This game ain't changed 'cause I became a rapping dude

I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
Play the mascott
(Try to act rude)
With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got
Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real

That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the hill
That whole shit was animation, imitation
When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration
Ways of Emancipation, proclamation

Constitutional rights, the last generation
Your facin', M.O.P., O.G.'s, flippin' this track with O.C.
Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga

Flatbush
Crown Heights, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Brownsville
(Firing squad)
"Thought I'd remind y'all"

Bushwick, " Thought I'd remind y'all"
(See I)
[Unverified]
East New York, "Thought I'd remind y'all"

Hot damn, danze shot your head
Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
You got that fat while we were gone
(Clap, clap)
So, the balance that I wrote like [unverified], we're taking on

Put the rest of that shit in the bag
I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
You ain't known, I control my destiny
(Here we go again)
I only got love for the thugs that's next to me

Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill
(Who that?)
I told ya, I'm real
And I've been doing a double danly
Everyone, from my crew is sayin'
(Daddy, don't fail me)

Hold on, the way that I jettin' my foes may never be even
I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in
So keep weeping
(Life is full of obstacles)
My only goal is too keep breathing
(At 24 years old)

Brooklyn, "Thought I'd remind y'all"

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You Bring The Freak Out - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: You Bring The Freak Out
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Nick Ingram, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
You make me talk nasty, nasty to ya
Dream about how I wanna do ya
Think things to think about you bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just so yum yum, tasty, tasty
Love it when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

I'm freaky, freaky, gimme head, head
I wanna see how you get down, go down
Go down and get fed
Come and get some tasty tasty

Lick each and every individual part
And make me, make me, come come a chameleon
See a different position
To do something different to the yum yum

Jump, jump on top of the kitchen cabinet
So you can stick it and pump, pump
Miss Harris waiting for whatever I feel like having
Save you some embarrassment

I'm an Aries and I ain't scared of shit
Dare you to flinch then and there
I'll make your chest hairs lift

You make me talk nasty, nasty to ya
Dream about how I wanna do ya
Think things to think about you bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just so yum yum, tasty, tasty
Love it when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

Only you do ah, ah
Think about this and try, try
To kiss all the places
Missed by the basic loving up your guy

Ride in the park, in the broad daylight
Real hard like we the only ones around
Back of the car, tearing you apart
And this how shit be going down

When I pump, you say harder harder
Love it when I bring my camcorder
Whipped cream, take everything
Even when we first got started, started

From the bedroom to the dance floor
To a slow tune, up against the door
To the up and down, to the in and out
To the way you sound

You make me talk nasty, nasty to ya
Dream about how I wanna do ya
Think things to think about you bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just so yum yum, tasty tasty
Love it when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

Are you gonna fuck me?
You think I'm not?
Come on, baby, I'm coming
Let's fuck
I love it when you talk like that

Yeah, wait, wait, wait, wait, go down there
Show me how to use my tongue
I want you to put your tongue right here
Talk to me, right there, on there, yeah

I'm a super freak, I do what you need
I'm a slave for you, stay craving you
I'm available, I'm unfadable
And I'm capable to disable you

I break you down, blow out your pipe
Turn out your lights and leave your wife
Lay me down on my back
But don't let my Timberlands clap
Hit it up like it's Wimbledon
Don't spare a racket 'cause Brat freaky like that

Just once taste of the nipple
And two kisses will leave you crippled
You done fell in love with Shantizzle
And I'ma keep you fiending for mizzo
The 6 0 6 4 fizzo
Got one of the freakiest hizzos

You make me talk nasty, nasty to ya
Dream about how I wanna do ya
Think things to think about you bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just so yum yum, tasty, tasty
Love it when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

You make me talk nasty, nasty to ya
Dream about how I wanna do ya
Think things to think about you bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just so yum yum, tasty, tasty
Love it when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

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Take It Slow - Lyrics - Chemically Imbalanced - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Take It Slow
Album: Chemically Imbalanced
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, Carlos Thornton, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Ying Yang, Collipark, East park

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

Can I get to know ya? I wanna be ya friend
You call fo' another when you call every now and then
Ain't tryin' to block your ground or even lock you down
But if you feelin' down, I'll be around

I know you hear the street bumpin', they talks about me
I know your girls be flippin' they talks about me
Fuck what you heard, go for what you see
That was me and them, this is you and me

Breakin' the ice, makin' you laugh
Others get mad, tellin' you that I'ma do bad, girl
They don't want you wit me, yeah, we know that
But they try to get me, did you know that?

I'm fo' sho' that, I wanna store that
Ain't tryin' to fast talk you, we can take it slow, yeah
This is Yang, baby, I'm the Yang, baby
Let me bang that thang and make you sang, baby

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

Hey lil' mama, how you doin', what's yo' name?
Let me holla at ya, get to know you betta
Can we get together and go out sometime?
Hit the movies, get a bite to eat
Have a man sweep you off your feet

Compliment you on your eyes, let it tell you nice things
And whatever you want, he buy you anything
Take a bubble bath, have a couple of laughs in the tub
And doin' everything that make you fall in love

It might seem unheard of but it's true
I don't have a reason to lie to you
I gotcha back, just believe that
You smoke weed, we could smoke us a fat sack

Kick it back and relax, watch the sunset
Doin' everything I know you haven't done yet
I'm just sayin' if you ready, just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make our relationship grow and take it slow

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

Damn, shorty fine, yeah, she a dime
Wanna make her mine, player, I ain't lyin'
Wake from half of the night, she occurs down
Drop a bomb and she calm nigga nerves down

6 seconds, 5 more seconds, 4 seconds
3 more seconds, 2 seconds,1 more second
No more seconds, shorty, come in and check it

We done told you 'bout the wild life
You need a man that'll always beat it down right
Show you things you ain't seen in the bedroom
So we a always make the bedroom boom

We a always have fun when we doin' things, freaky things
If you wanna get freaky, we can get freaky
If you ready just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make it grow and take it slow

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

We can take it slow
Take it slow
We can take it slow
Take it slow, oh girl, yeah

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Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply) - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Darryl V. Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur

Lyric:
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement

Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
are understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment
But released this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground

These niggaz is still fuckin' talkin'?
You nigga still breathin'?
Fuckin' roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid on you

All day
You punk muthafuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit

Bring It

Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran

Niggas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans

Pistol closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it

Expose Snakes 'cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti

I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is shitty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me

Looking for trouble
Right behind me
My outlaw niggas
Down to die for me

Naw what I mean

I hit the scene
Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare
I'm right there
My every word

A fucking night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs

Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in 'em

Cut 'em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode

Rather die
Murder muthafuckas lyrically
And I'm not gonna cry
Me

A born leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb bitch

Nigga eaters
And I won't whimper till I'm gone
Thug Life
Running through my veins
So I'm strong

Ha ha ha

Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa

Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
Nigga when I find you
Weak muthafuckas don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me

Yeah, yeah

West Coast Ridaz
Comin' right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy Killas

Got nothin' to lose, got no where to go
I only got one home see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude

But you'll never do
That's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch, I'm dyin' with choice

Kamikaze sicker than a mothafuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For the mothafuckin'' cash man

Then what is ya mothafuckin'' purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first bitch

Young Noble

Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a massive terror
Ya'll niggas lack, you ain't terrel

Half rapper half drug kingpen
Yer tellin' fairy tales son
Kickin' New York like you the mothafuckin'' one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit

From the Claire down to North Bricks
All my niggas flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard

Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by [unverified]
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time

Shoot first, look at there head burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's and Thug niggas on tha rise
Plan-plot-strategize
And bomb first

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Perfect Lady Housewife - Lyrics - Hollies

Title: Perfect Lady Housewife
Artist: Hollies
Composer(s): Allan Clarke, Terry Sylvester

Lyric:
Perfect lady housewife her totally detached
Sepulcher is painted white it's antique suite unscratched
A veritable show case it shines like a new pin

Everything is in its place
And there's a place for everything, everything

A, B, C, D
That's the way it's gotta be, hey
1, 2, 3, 4
Count them up and know the score

Foot upon the parquet makes her awfully vexed
Onset of vile anarchy oh Lord, whatever's next
Messiness is no excuse it's showing no respect

Random factor introduced
Just goes and spoils the whole effect

A, B, C, D
That's the way it's gotta be, yeah
1, 2, 3, 4
Count them up and know the score

Efficient official his patience overtaxed
Don't these people know that rules can never be relaxed
He could be humanized, you would never imagine

Everyone is categorized
And there's a place for everything

A, B, C, D
That's the way it's gotta be, yeah
1, 2, 3, 4
Count them up and know the score
Come on the floor

D, C, B, A
You can read it anyway, yeah
1, 2, 3, 4
Count them up and know the score
Get down the score

A, B, C, D
That's the way it's gotta be, yeah
Gotta be

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Cutest Girl - Lyrics - I'm Just Corey - Corey

Title: Cutest Girl
Album: I'm Just Corey
Artist: Corey
Composer(s): Dave Young, Teddy Bishop

Lyric:
Seen her walking by, lady caught my eye
Girl was so divine got let her know
I wanna make her mine, wanna spend my time
Wanna give her everything she wants, bottom line

Tell me how you feel, what's the deal for real?
'Cause I gotta, I gotta know for sure
Do you feel me like I feel you?
Don't know what it is but there's something about you

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

This girl was so sweet, sweet like candy
Skin like cinnamon this girl was heaven sent
She had light brown eyes, stood bout 4 foot 5
Had me day dreaming, I just can't get her off my mind

Like how a make her smile, can we talk while
Would you mind if we hang out tell me are you down
Do you feel me like I feel you?
Don't know what it is but there's something about you

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

Never thought I'd feel this way, till the day that she came
Had me just wilding out, whatever she wants I'm down
Never thought I'd feel this way, till the day that she came
Had me just wilding out, whatever she wants I'm down

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

Is it her smile? Is it her clothes?
Is it her style? I don't know
She's so fine, blow your mind
She's the cutest girl I ever seen, cutest girl I ever seen

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New World Disorder - Lyrics - Biohazard

Title: New World Disorder
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, William Daniel Graziadei, Daniel Schuler

Lyric:
Hey yo, fuck it, I'm rollin' in a 4-barrel Camaro
Toward the Tribore, eyes narrow, East River flow with marrow
Along side the bridge zombies pushing bodies in wheel barrels
Bitches sterile follow on crutches of rusted arrows
Tryin' breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows

Listen, to the [Incomprehensible] of hysterical, pleads for miracles
Time to overthrow the imperial, terrarembrium, the spherical
I turn the steering wheel and pull into a 7-Eleven
Met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the fucking Bio

Yo, we down for survival with acid rain drenched
Skin infested by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes
Swing spikes, think twice as I try to pacify the pariah
Beside the driver and shotgun Kelly flips the visor

Time to devise a plan to reverse the demise of man before he's met
By the last set of the sun, Armageddon, no question to answer
Disaster results from behavior patterns, Earth lay raped
Escape to Saturn in a capsule, thirteen days of travel

Upon arrival plans unravel, imbalance of chemical pheromones
Clones with no genitals surround us, we can't fuck them
No means of reproduction, I hear a scream and turn in that
Direction, 33-23-33, I see seven coming toward us to reward us

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder

Armageddon, a new death is dawnin'
I like the smell of napalm in the morning
Four riders of the apocalypse descend from the north
A tear in my eye, I behold a pale horse

Armageddon, no time to cry, we all die
As the sky turns red, the missiles start to fly
Faction stake action, eleven families rule
The Millennium approaches, survival of the roaches

Body armor will make you feel calmer
Or safe from the drama deploy stealth
Military bombers, ass out
Get down on your knees and pray
Illuminati takes your soul on the eve of judgment day

As the armies of darkness irradiate life
And we all go to hell and Satan fucks your wife
Strife, terror without a minute to pray
Human beings at odds, peace becomes disarray

Humongous from Mad Max, Lord of the Wasteland
With crazy ill troops all at my command
Don't you ever fall victim to my master plan
I'm the dealer of death and here's your motherfuckin' hand

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder

I'm ready to take back whatever they sold ya
'Cuz the scheme is a secret so nobody ever told ya
An underground illuminated tribe of radicals
Ready to take forth and feast like cannibals

Animals, huffing the fumes of rotting flesh exhumed
From the corpses of presidents, dissents and fools
With a one way ticket from the temple of doom
Dark sides of moons and ill atomic booms
Leave the earth all shakin' and full of wounds

From Krakatoa East of Java to Cameroon
And coming soon to a theater near you
The end of everything that we once knew

The grand finale strap my body with TNT
Take the president and his bitch with me
Tearing down the walls of this conspiracy
Fuck skull and bones and Illuminati

Eradication of the land of the free but I'm the brave
Ain't going out like a motherfuckin' slave
Neobarbaric post apocalyptic war
Ground zero, Brooklyn, the world at war

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder

I woke up, bar codes on my forehead
It's a living nightmare, my families all dead
I gotta call Fred but no dial tone
I'm out for self 'cuz I'm gonna die alone

This is madness, I'm drooling with the lock jaw
My elevator don't go to the top floor
I hold my breath 'cuz the O2 killed, I'm suffocating
I can't pay my oxygen bill

There's no tomorrow, I wish a nigga murdered me
The President declared a state of emergency
The coast guard bangin' at my front door
I got homemade bombs if they want war

There's no sun, they put a fucking chip in me
I'm a clone, matta fact it's a different me
I'm high tech kid, you get a bomb in the mail
So if you die today then I'll see you in hell
See you in hell, see you in hell

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder, disorder

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Lay It On Back - Lyrics - Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey - Kurupt

Title: Lay It On Back
Album: Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Nathaniel Hale, Ricardo Brown, Sean Cruse, Farid Nassar

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Lyric:
Yeah, gangsta's make the world go ?round
I heard that true
Make things go up an' down
I heard that's true

I been through the full court pressure stage
The homies gave me a nine, the first time I saw a gauge
The first time I put my feet
Down solid mashin' on top of concrete

Before all the ways of war
House an' car doors felt the rays of war
When life was simple as shit
An' we didn't give a fuck about a bitch, 1986

It's all about lics, heat in the streets
Trucks with the beats
Bitches with biker shorts, worn all tight
Tryin' to get a pussy, just worn all night

Plus you had to be a baller to get the baddest hoes
Back in the days, 6-4 six trays
Back in the days, Elco's, S S's
The best is where the west is niggaz don't test us

Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?

Back in the days where them laces were thick
I was concerned with break dancin' an' layin' some dick
For whatever it's worth, I'm still doin' the smurf
An' I'm walkin' on this earth like I don't give a fuck

An' now I'm rollin' up in third gear
With 3 dollar bills, 3 more minutes to kill
3 more seconds to snap, 3 more bottles of beer
An' corrupt my lifestyle, so shut the fuck up
An' back the fuck up with that buck free style

Nigga, what freestyle, nigga?
Walkin' on a razor blade
Comin' through I got it made, posted up in the shade
Comin' through to get paid, sunny California, baby

I got subs in my trunk an' it's bound to bump
Straight smashin', hollerin' out, ?Wassup, Kurupt??
Wassup? I'm fillin' in my right mind, one to the head
An' I'm on the smash, hollerin' out, ?Wassup, Fred??

Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?

I don't give a fuck, so fuck what they say
Nigga, won't you pass? Say, ?Pass the bombay?
Niggaz, they decide to ride an' they ride
Niggaz, they decide to lie an' they die

I can bust a fleet of hoes with my skills
I can make them hoes bow down, pay my bills
Think I can make them hoes convert to my will
Wanna bet I'll turn them hoes in the scrill'?

If you love a bitch, a bitch can drive you crazy
Anythin' a hooker do, it won't amaze me
You better be up on your game homie 'coz they be
They may talk a lot of shit but they can't fade me

If you hang around with suckaz then you may be
Another type of brother I don't want with me
When you compensate with bustaz you confuse me
'Coz I'm tryin' to stay out the penitentiary

Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?

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The Promise - Lyrics - Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown

Title: The Promise
Album: Ill Na Na
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Inga Marchand

Lyric:
Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise, yeah

Who be the mahogany, mami? The slanted eyes
Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip
You web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on
Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don

Like Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano
Million, sophisticado, illy movado
The Firm?s baby girl, my fam be my whole world
It figures 'cause she?d die for them niggaz

Doe or die status, mama be the baddest
From Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it?s pure havoc, havoc
We on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb
They had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em

He kinda jig an' he bubblin' big
Dig a hole holdin', So?s, watch his cash start foldin'
An' bet though, twenty G craps wet though
Nas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though

Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass
Of course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy
Firm lay low, I?ma play if you say so
So stay close like I?m 'bout to twist babe, bro
I laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him
I threw it on him, now he?s right where I want him

Got my mind in crooked ways
Saturated up in alize, you ain?t a threat, nigga
So get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers
Toucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder

Like a day in December 25th, son, I got gift
From monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip
Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don?t look back
Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that

Five cats to death, dog, like shop, I?m gonna set more
Handwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords
Lights out, just pull the nines out
Let?s find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out

It ain?t hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled
My hand is full of fake niggaz, I position
Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition
Gat expo, get a grip an' never let go

The tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though
Triple P, paranoid, plus petrol
Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal
Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section

You only get once chance, ain?t no second guessin'
We blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'
Lessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon

Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise, yeah

Fox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the fuck?
Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up
The snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great
Ain?t no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that?s fake

They got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada
They know the Firm gettin' nachos
Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land
I got him, I got me a fuck an' his man

Murderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist
Ooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist
It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean
You?ll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin

Realistically, papi is history, mami
I got this, chill, papa, let me rock this
I?m fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this
Ice, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life

At the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans
Really frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too
Here come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'
Yeah, that?s the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'

Whattup now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside
I seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry
He looked at me, through his right eye
Was like, ?Mami, why??, I felt fucked up, I can?t lie

He was shook, Mega opened his chest, ain?t nuttin' left
But the sky blue land an' that nigga's last breath
Last breath

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise

Yeah, it?s not a threat, Mobb Deep
Havoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby
Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice
Grand Wiz, where you at, baby?
Queensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy

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