Filthy Rich - Lyrics - Comin' to Your City - Big &Amp; Rich

Title: Filthy Rich
Album: Comin' to Your City
Artist: Big &Amp; Rich
Composer(s): John D. Rich, Sonny Throckmorton, Kenny Alphin, Bill Mcdavid, Freddy Powers

Lyric:
{Oh step right up, ladies an' gentleman
An see the big black rapping cowboy
An' take a peek at the original cowboy
Stevie Wonder}

{Oh grab yourself a quarter
An' come see the world's only two foot [Incomprehensible]
We've got free popcorn an' balloons for the kids
Come on down}

Everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich
Off of somebody else's money

Grandma worked her whole life
Sewin' at a shirt factory
She was savin' for retirement
She had 'em take a little out every week

But then a big man up in a high rise
He cashed in his options and run
Well, he took all her money and buddy that ain't funny
Now Granny's work will never be done

'Cause everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich
Off of somebody else's money
Hey, me and my friends, we were talkin' 'bout that
Ole Freddy, Bill and Sonny

And how with all my brains and all your cash
We can make a million, you can bet your ass
Everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich
Off of somebody else's money

I saw a preacher on the TV
With big diamond rings on his hand
He was beggin' for some money
He said to send us every penny you can

I guess the good Lord's got a mortgage
And a payment on a yacht in the Keys
So we better keep sendin' our hard earned livin'
To those God-fearin' folks on TV

'Cause everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich
Off of somebody else's money
Hey, me and my friends, we were talkin' 'bout that
Ole Freddy, Bill and Sonny

And how with all my brains and all your cash
We can make a million, you can bet your ass
Everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich
Off of someone else's money

Oh, it's Max on the sax

Hey, hey, hey

Yeah, with all my brains and all your cash
We can make a million, you can bet your ass
Everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich
Off of someone else's money

Everybody's tryin' to get big and rich
Off of someone else's money

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Until We Rich - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Until We Rich
Album: War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Chucky Thompson, O'Shea Jackson, Lauryn N Hill, La Forrest Cope, Anthony Henderson, Richard Worl Shelton Jr.

Lyric:
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop
Krayzie Bone an' Ice Cube

The best thing in life is life
Get your mind right an' get your grind right
We gotta keep goin', hey, young thugs
We gotta keep goin'

Get your mind right an' get your grind right
Hey, young thugs
Get your mind right an' get your grind right

Look into my eyes if you wanna know me
Before you hypnotized, homey, what do you see?
A figure that's just a little bigger than dealers
A hustler countin' figures, ain't pulled no triggers

Can you dig us? We be the ultimate lick
We's the hitters that make the ultimate hits
Kinda flossy, kinda bossy
It's gotta be done my way, do what the, I say

Top of the pyramid, homey, what I tell you?
If you leave this West Side umbrella, you hit the cellar
Bring me my slippers, black robe an' my globe
An' I could rule the world with my eyes closed

See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Krazyie Bone an' Ice Cube
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

To all the little homies that's watchin' TV
I see you tryin' to be a O.G. like me
Chasin' dreams, pullin' mo' schemes for wealth
But the best thing in life is health, be yourself, playa

Television, it'll keep yo' ass wishin' forever
You'll never get your life together
Don't talk about death, I got too much life to live
Too many orders to give, what it is? Showbiz

Taught you what a trick an' a hoe is
Showed you what a '64 is
Lord knows, 'In God We Trust'
An' everybody in the world wanna be like us

See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Krazyie Bone an' Ice Cube
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

To the kids of the world that's waitin' for wealth
Waitin' for health, you better do for self
Homey, that's yo' last cup
Forget about the fast buck, boy, get yo' ass up

People use yo' brain to gain
Do somethin' that ain't never been done an' we can spend hun's
Wipe our ass with twenties, light our joints with ones
Throw away the guns, have nothin' but fun

An' homey, we could do that
Police have a fit, when yo' paper's legit
We gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our own
Send yo' baby to school an' she'll come back grown

We got to talk to our grandmas
An' she'll help us through them dark halls an' them pitfalls
Everybody know we got the world to gain
We got to stop the pain, Lord stop the rain

See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Krazyie Bone an' Ice Cube
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Keep goin', little homey, why you slowin'?
Keep rollin', little homey, why you slowin'?
Keep rollin', little homey, why you slowin'?
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

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Friends And Lovers - Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

Title: Friends And Lovers
Album: Mickey Avalon
Artist: Mickey Avalon
Composer(s): Yeshe Perl, Mark Reitman

Lyric:
All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt, dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead

A slit wrist leaves a mess
On the breakfast table, oh yes
Betta' cut deep 'fore you go to sleep
But in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean

Days I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs
Like Kathy crawlin' 'cross the carpet in the bloodstained briefs
Chewin' pills like she was starvin' for a taste of relief
Her last wind was in the trash can, couldn't beat the disease

All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt, dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead

Johnny made a record, went straight to number one
But Johnny had a little fascination with guns
And cocaine, he couldn't stand to take the slow train
Got a little fortune, lost his breaks in the rain, ooh

What to do when your luck is through?
Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu
Seen runnin' down the avenue
Mickey Avalon with an attitude

All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt, dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead

Lean Lee Tucker was a mean motherfucker
Seen him knock a man clean out his corduroy slippers
And that same man's queen but in the monster truck and hit him
Found him lifeless as a log in the Mississippi river

Tara was a stripper
Tara done that shit with a smile on her face and her hand on her liver
But I ain't mad, I forgive her
I just get a little sad every time I fuck her sister

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Six Foot Town - Lyrics - Horse Of A Different Color - Big &Amp; Rich

Title: Six Foot Town
Album: Horse Of A Different Color
Artist: Big &Amp; Rich
Composer(s): John D. Rich, Kenny Alphin

Lyric:
My brakes are on fire, from trying to slow down
I'm always burning my tires
And my horn is too loud
I catch people staring, looking funny at me
When I step to the window and I toss a TV

Sometimes I get crazy and it makes a big scene
But when I hit twenty one I wanna stand up and scream
I'm filthy rich with laughter, I'm too big for the room
You know from two stories up
A zenith makes a big boom

It's hard to get around in a six foot town
When your ten feet tall everything is so small
I'm always bumping my head
I'm way too long for the bed
Yeah, it's hard to get around, in a six foot town

Some people live inside a tiny little box
They're preoccupied about mismatching their socks
I never been one to worry 'bout much
I just wanna laugh and love
I just wanna live it up

But it's hard to get around in a six foot town
When your ten feet tall everything is so small
I'm always bumping my head
I'm way too long for the bed
Yeah, it's hard to get around, in a six foot town

Sometimes I stumble just because of my size
But hey, y'all that's alright
That's the way God made me
I am what I am
And I can't do nothing 'bout that

Oh, but it's hard to get around in a six foot town
When your ten feet tall everything is so small
I'm always bumping my head
I'm way too long for the bed
Yeah, it's hard to get around, hard to get around

It's hard to get around in a six foot town
When your ten feet tall everything is so small
I'm always bumping my head
I'm way too long for the bed
Yeah, it's hard to get around, in a six foot town

In a six, in a six
In a six foot town
In a six, in a six
In a six foot town
In a six, in a six
In a six foot town
In a six, in a six
In a six foot town

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Bi-Polar - Lyrics - Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Bi-Polar
Album: Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Mcnutt Miller Xavier Carrio

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Lyric:
Wasted away, trapped in their maze
Gotta get out

My punk rock?s dirty, my hip hop?s clean
One side has rust the other triple beam
One side is crazy, phat the other?s pissed
And mean half of me?s got problems
The other lives a dream

Well, I'm bi-polar, I'm confused
Split personality, I don't know which to chose
One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor
Count me out a thousand times, I still come back for more

We barely just began but already you're done
Get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun
'Cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash
Open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it?s time for you to dash

Where you gonna go when it?s time to dash
Grab your sack, don?t forget your cash
Life moves fast gotta chose your path
Live while you live 'cuz it might be your last

Watch your back it might be over
Sometimes I feel bi-polar
I get confused I don't know where to go
So I stop, slow the tempo

I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you
Wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse
With crooked views at first, I questioned and these unpaid dues
Confuse me not, no second guessin' session veterans never lose

Grab your pipe 'cuz you look confused
Rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues
Life?s a bitch we win or lose
How many people don?t got a clue
Don't got a clue gotta figure it out

Kottonmouth Kings will put it in your mouth
Eeh haw, don?t feed the donkeys me and my honkeys
Smoke that sonkey
Yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye

Got nothin'
Got nothing to say

The system is full of sharks, the water?s not that deep
A bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve
Their poisoning my weed, I think I'm gonna bleed
And now I'm gonna jump

Well, I'm bi-polar, I'm confused
Split personality, I don't know which to chose
One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor
Count me out a thousand times, I still come back for more

Suburbs surprise open your eyes and get a grip on your scene
Realize your life?s alive and not a fairytale dream
Most comfortable with slow flow shows, how I like my things
And never pass a packed bowl, unless you know there?s some green

Like whoa, burning to the floor
I'm feelin' faded give me some more
Drank a beer and rolled a splif
I do what I do you suck my dick

If you don't like it I don't give a fuck
I just took a shit and I just threw up
Blow it out your butt and out my throat
I choke and slow the tempo

Going, going, gone just put it out of the park
Another win for home team just put the bite with our bark
Just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark
You?ll never get your bowl burnin' if you don?t got the spark

Pick it back up 'cuz you might get piped
Slow your roll, put your shoes on tight
Too much smokin' you might get done
I'm done, nothin' no one

One side throw up
The other side full of love
How many live today, got nothing but a big phat blunt
You're done
Got nothin', got nothing to say
Got nothin'
You're done

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Fairytalez - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Fairytalez
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): S. Kinchen, Anthony Ian Berkeley, Arnold Ethen Hamilton

Lyric:
This is the story of three little pigs
And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self
Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self

Rolled up on a pig named swine
A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind
The swine fell for the short tail
But no way in hell was earth that stale

Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay
When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade
The stone age, the origin of aids in the bone age
There was a pig, skin was black
He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts

If not they was be forced to sent back
But trouble come first, stale shit got worse
Consumers of swine are now cursed
The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on
The shores of north America's hoof
When they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief
Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
The rich man was paid, 'cause the poor man was workin'
Like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage

The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons
His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a better life
His boss laid him off on the 4th of December
He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his fort

Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold
This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat

She pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby
Who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company
Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight
Then she unleashed her four sons into the night

They robbed that rich man blind
Then fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream
But still could not restore the mind see
Life is a dangerous game and it seems cash rule eventually
Authored mentally

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

The rich man's soul turned to dust through the lust
To control as much fluff, his cold heart touched
The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid
With the golden midas, touch

Smokin' dutches that he ignited at will
Usin' hundred dollar bills the big will, up until, he collided
With fate, had a stroke while chokin' on some stake
This was fatal as hell was not bein' able to take his pace
Back to the cradle

Jack and Jill ran up the hill
Jack said, "I never ran, never will, 'cause I'm from Brownsville"
But still, the living provider, the outsider had beef
With Peter Piper 'cause his girl Goldilox put stocks in his viper

On the yellow brick road he lost control
Got charged for runnin' down the scarecrow, on the loose
Runnin' from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss
Riding hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the keystone cops

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

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No Nuts No Glory - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: No Nuts No Glory
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Michael Barnett, Raeford Gerald, Joseph B Johnson, Gary Byrd

Lyric:
Big mike how you livin'

I've been sellin' out the same dope house since the age of sixteen
Shufflin' crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends
Sellin' rock after motherfuckin' rock
Seein' cop after motherfuckin' cop on the block

Changin' face after motherfuckin' face
Watchin' niggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find more niggas doing time in the pen
'Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin' friends

And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail
Wouldn't come and pay his homeboys bail
But that's the way niggas do you
Caught a case for another nigga and he swear he never knew ya

Twelve months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he ain't gave you shit
Not even a funky ass ounce to get on yo feet that sheisty bitch

And he still calls you family
But I be damned if I'll be kin, to a nigga who ain't payin' me
'Cause I ain't with that hoe shit
So if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me, nigga you better try some more shit

'Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watchin' other niggas progress
On the motherfuckin' shit I did
But in the 90s', it's payback and I ain't takin' no shorts kid

'Cause life is a bitch and I ain't that nigga to be broke
While makin' another motherfucker rich
So wise up nigga, get with the program
'Cause in this dirty game, you got to wash your own hands
And I got a tech nine ready to take mine and what's for me hoe
Yeah, no nuts no glory

Now I done heard a nigga say they callin' me the biggest bitch in Texas
'Cause I'm bummin' a ride, when I should be drivin' Lexus
But you know, I gives a fuck about what niggas say
I handle mine, by handlin' shit my own way

I let niggas thinks it's cool
To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know that they psychin' fools
See I stay lokey
Lettin' a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me G

Claiming that we friends when my little girl is ridin' the bus
And his little girl is riding a fuckin' Benz
Whose your friend? Ask yourself that shit
The only friend I got, is my fuckin' pistol grip

Filthy rich I know you love it I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin' 'bout twenty-five of a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin' tricks bitch

You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be that way and I'm gonna handle my business fool
Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me
You gotta be down for your shit, why you can homie

'Cause you's about to get your ass lit up
Because the fuckin' ain't proper
And I ain't the nigga that's catchin' the nut
Payback is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch
But payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin' rich

'Cause life ain't but one big chance
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't scared to touch yo bitch ass
'Cause if you believe in fuckin' niggas, you's a hoe
And the pita man can't tolerate hoes so you got to go

Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts got everybody thinkin' you the shit
But really I'm the motherfuckin' one
So I'm about to grab my shit off the self
And go on a mission, one nigga gettin' busy by his damnself

So keep on thinkin' you fuckin' me
But while you thinkin', I'll be pullin' yo fuckin' number G
'Cause I'm a nigga with no heart and no woes
Gettin' down for mine's bitch, no nuts no glory

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Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain'T All Good) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain'T All Good)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Victor Taylor, O'Shea Jackson, Mychael Kae Simmons

Lyric:
My job is to tell it like it is
See who the fuck I'ma jack today
Nigga broke, shit and it's early in the mornin'
Today I'm going to tell you the story of Robin Hood

At last, grab my ski-mask out the closet
Now let's see how big did my balls get?
I brush my teeth, it takes a thief
Swervin' 'cause I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf

At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad, thinkin' 'bout shit I never had

Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks up his finger like fuck me

Now I gotta follow him home, with my chrome
Send him to the Twilight Zone, it's on
Niggaz say I'm gone 'cause I'm fuckin' with the rich
Say what but they all full of bitch, yeah

Don't need a snitch so I'm rollin' solo
In a straight bucket, no it ain't a low, low
He pulls up to a seven bedroom, eight bath
Oh yeah, he's got to feel the wrath

Pistol to the neck, devil turn off the Westec
And when you're rollin' have mo' respect, bitch
Tied his ass up and took everything I could
A nigga straight robbin', mobbin', back to the hood

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

Since two-eleven is my favorite number
Fuck squabbin' 'cause I be Robbin' like the Boy Wonder
Holy bandit, leave yo' ass stranded and you know that
Unhook the LoJack, cellular phone under the flo' mat

They wanna say that it's federal
Actin' like your ninety-five Coupe is headed fo'
Beirut they wanna shoot me like a terrorist
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm takin' care of this

Trigger finger got blisters
Heard from your sisters, you be rollin' on the twisters
Now when we meet, I can make your heart beat
And make you feel so neat

Or you can get us fifteen
Twenties out the ATM, I'll take all of them, give 'em up
I'm king of the Slim Jim, it's the incredible
Nine-oh-two-one-oh, is where I'm headed foe

Don't need no Merry Men, I fuck around and bury them
If they told, what I stole
Motherfuckers got to know that I'm lethal
Steal from the rich and slide it to my people

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

I stalk rich ass people like Hudson Hawk
Bitch don't talk, let's take a walk
Nigga got nuttin' to lose, you know the rules
The purse and the jewels or the eleven o'clock news

Which one? Magnum gun to the titties
Makin' scared devils move from my city
With the strong-arm, fuck the long arm of the law
Bitch count to ten and forget who you saw, hurry up

Had to clock her with the handle
'Cause your husband's a thief with an S and L scandal
Don't feel bad if you're stuck up
Nobody move, nobody get, shut the fuck up

I'm nervous, quick to serve this
Heat in yo' meat, make your blood skeet
A nigga just tryin' to get on his feet
So hurry up, rich bitch, before I twitch

She said, "Don't rape me and don't kill me"
Nigga don't want to fuck, yo' filthy ass
Just give me the cash and we good
All I wanna do is rob you on my way to the hood

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't shit good, yeah

You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?
You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?
You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?
You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?

You know somethin' Robbin'?
You're takin' too many chances, you must be joking
You're takin' too many chances, you must be joking

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Big Money Heavyweight - Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Title: Big Money Heavyweight
Album: Big Money Heavyweight
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Yeah, Big Tymers, this what it's hitting for nigga this stunna
And fresh, we back [Incomprehensible], please believe that bitch
Straight off the block nigga, this where it gets gangsta bitch
Big money heavyweight

Where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked
And gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk
Now blaze one before it all get it started
Look nigga big money heavyweight

Turn the TV channel, real life soprano
Got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo
I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich
I'm big money heavyweight

See I hold my hood down with that gun play
Around the way nigga know about my gun play
So get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla
Big money heavyweight

I got that snow, that mega blow, that brick yella fella
Rock, is on the block, ya heard me nigga
The BT's breaking down Ki's please
We is big money heavyweight

Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe
Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place
Another robbery turned into a murder case
Behind big money heavyweight

Act like you know man, the southern snow man
Leave your brains in your lap I fear no man
I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude
I move big money heavyweight

Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la, la, la, la
Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly
Shining is an everyday thing, [Incomprehensible]
Big money heavyweight

That boy next to me, he pushing XTC
Got ya girl dick sucking in a Lexus jeep
Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars
'Cause bitches love big money heavyweight

On the block where the cops glocks won't stop
All night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out
We get money nigga, if you flip you can come
And get big money heavyweight

If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit
But they can't catch a nigga like me
With no evidence up in my residence
'Cuz I'm big money heavyweight

Triple beam lab, ghetto machines
Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams
Bitch, he's out the penn this our life
We got big money heavyweight

In the Florida Keys my nigga trick front ki's
Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's
Nigga get ya game up, if you want ya fame up
I'm the big money heavyweight

Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns
Big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv
And keep it real and have no fear
When it comes to big money heavyweight

Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin
Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin'
You know the real bruh, these niggas kill
For the big money heavyweight

We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs
Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers
We do it one way, the hard way and get it up fasho nigga
Big money heavyweight

For the power of the Kitty Cat, niggaz gettin' at
Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin' at
Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin' up rocks
To get big money heavyweight

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Dirty Mef - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: Dirty Mef
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Eric Sermon, Clifford Smith, R.T. Jones, R. Bean

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Lyric:
Expect the unexpected, motherf***er, let's go, come on
Yeah, M E F, ha, ha, ha, ha, special guest
(F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah

Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
One verse and leave in a new Benzer
Take a trip down south and put some h**s to work, you hear me

Dirt McGirt, you n****z gon' respect it
I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction
I'm ready to thump and get the whole crew arrested
Bail 'em out and laugh about it in Texas, yo

And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac
And hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at
Where the shootin' and the fightings, and the stabbings at
Where the Lincolns and the Chevys, and the Cadi's at, s***

Them down south n****z been loved Dirt
Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse
Show respect to your n****z, who been doin' it first
And be comin' with that s***, I'm just doin' the worse

Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with Meth, we still sniffing c****
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit

Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with Meth, we still sniffing c****
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit

Damn, I'm just like Dirt in the booth
I'm the truth, I don't need to go to church in a suit
Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100 Proof
Cop searching the coup, I got some herb in my boot

When Wu is coming through, the outcome, critical
F***ing with this style, the outcome get physical
Meth get lyrical, and y'all can get my g*******
Don't forget them aid essentials, vitamins and minerals

Heh, ya'meen, I'm taking one for the team
Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream
I'm dope, too many fiends, live by many means
If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything

That's real s***, let's get this money real quick
Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this but I'd rather feel rich
I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now
Big Meth, the label's Def that's why I talk so loud, n****

Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with Meth, we still sniffing c****
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit

Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with Meth, we still sniffing c****
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit

F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you

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Picture This - Lyrics - The Benzino Project - Benzino

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Down South - Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Title: Down South
Album: Big Money Heavyweight
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): P Alexander, Andre Benjamin, Chris Bridges, Patrick Brown, Dwayne Carter, Raymon Murray, Antwan Patton, Byron Thomas, Rico Wade, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Yeah, scene so thick
Talkin' 'bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nuttin' but that U.G.K.
All the playas, all the hustlers
Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob
Y'all know what it is

See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos
A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow
I'm rich bitch no more runnin' 'round cold
Or shootin' up windows and gunnin' down doors

Oh, yeah, I think the suckas now know
That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low
I'm cruisin' up highways, stunnin' down roads
I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin' down shows

Luda, cash cheques that'll break the bank
Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank
You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me
But all the Southern asses they keep me horny

Ooh, Big Timers in a private jet
Got the head of Universal to sign the check
Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin' rovers
Every coast watch out, 'cuz the south's takin' over

Caddie Devils, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, nigga whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass, that's Southern cousin

Caddie Devils, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, nigga whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass and you thought it wasn't

Wheezy the God bow down give praises
I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix
Just keepin' it calm, kickin' dubs from my laces
I'm puckin' a Dre in the escalade basic

Don't you fuckin' play, 'cuz I escapade faces
Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty
Come get me I'll be waitin' the steel with me
Show appreciation for those who still with me

Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
'Cuz Wheezy F baby all gravy gotta feel me
Heh heh, feel me Lil' Wheezy gat go blakah
Feel heat, feel sleepy, here's your mattress

Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
Young and play hard with no practice
Feelin' me is like huggin' a cactus
But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it
South side

Caddie Devils, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, nigga whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass, that's Southern cousin

Caddie Devils, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, nigga whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass and you thought it wasn't

Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt
When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp
Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car
Down where I'm from, I'm a Southern ass star

Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang
On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks
Buck naked outside neighbors callin' police

Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like
Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog
Got a big big system knockin' pictures off the wall

Got a big Southern party drivin' big seven forty
Me and Jazzy Phae cuttin' on some Southern shortys
I'ma be Southern 'til the day I go
From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes

I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard
Uptown third ward, nigga blow up a car
I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
New cars new rims with the work in the drop

I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick
Well, I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich
Super fly get money in the drop top six

I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky
Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride
I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake
M I A and A T L we do it state to state

I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips
Ten bikes customized everything we get
I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin'
Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga

Four on the whips, Southern cousin
Home in the hills, Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils, Southern cousin
Home cooked meals, Southern cousin

When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels
Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel
Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
When you come down here you know what it is

Four on the whips, Southern cousin
Home in the hills, Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils, Southern cousin
Home cooked meals, Southern cousin

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Can'T F**K With Queen Bee - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Can'T F**K With Queen Bee
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Paul Anthony George, Susaye Greene, June Deniece Williams, Lucien J. George, Nathan Watts, Gerard R. Charles, Hugh Clarke, Kimberly Jones, Curtis T. Bedeau, Brian P. George, Henry James Redd, Estate Of Christopher Wa

Lyric:
It's a new day and all you gossipin' backstabbin' habitual haters
You're all history, history
So you can hate or hail the queen, all hail, the queen
But it don't matter, but it don't matter
'Cause you ain't got nuttin' for us, you ain't got nothin' for us
So as long as you live, remember this

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Don't be mad, I can't put this money in a casket
I can't put these cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I die

I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
I know, you wishin' that you wrote this song
But these same words comin' from you, would be a joke
You better off takin' heed from your boy Jada

I know you, hate dyin' but you gon' die a hater
I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y'all nearsighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light baby, watch 'em glow

Red yellow and green don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
From hardcore to notorious y'all studied my flow and still

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Whether ya, slingin' the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this queen bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry, down to wall street they ask

What is she like, what does she need?
What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please
Be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires in this whole world oh

Just 'cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
You ain't gotta be filthy rich but you can't be cheap
I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the street

He gotta have security, power and wealth
'Cause I can do bad by my God damn self
And if you spiritual, got a good heart
And can make me laugh and can fuck

You can get with queen bee, y'all can get with queen bee
Queen bee, yeah, ye, yeah queen bee
Take you to ecstasy, she gon' take y'all to ecstasy
Ecstasy, do it to 'em queen bee, ecstasy
Yeah, it's yo' time baby, it's yo' time girl

Ain't nuttin' gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer and richer
So like it or not, I am who I am
When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
Now take it to the bridge

Don't that feel good?
Full force sing the break one more time, come on, come on
Don't that sound so nice?

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Gotta let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know bee
Can't see the queen, give it to 'em bee
Queen bee, give it to 'em bee
Queen bee, yea yea, yeah
Governor

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Cash Money Millionaires - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Cash Money Millionaires
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I keep pimpin', I keep pimpin', I keep
I keep pimpin', I keep pimpin'

I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' for that, holla at ya boy
I'm a m-m-mack mack a pimp, I spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out lim, I walk like limp

I talk like bitch bitch get here
Best player on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love the way I dumb out with the gear
This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there, then she comin' out here
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe
She gon' bring back more, not a minute go she ain't gettin' that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin' at you
I like 'em sexy, high, yellow if you fittin' thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit Birdman Jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don't buy they game

If he don't score in the first half, bench his ass
If you play wit my money I'ma lynch ya ass
I John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch, oh
Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich
If gettin' money's a crime then I'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

I sit' low in the car sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane lay in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days, got women for months
Leave ya girl at home on may 21
I got that thang on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside, make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like whats good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me'

My diamonds sing, my weed is rap
Call me weezy the king or call me weezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so I take that back
If your shoes too small shorty take that back
'Cause you gon' walk all day 'til you make that back
And that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin'
Cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Whats really good mami? it's ya boy W E E Z Y F
Baby so high in the sky I'm so fly watch out for
The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire

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Beat Biters - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: Beat Biters
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
She's a bitch
Yo I'm tell all straight up and down
It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this formal
She's ahh bitch tell 'em
I'm sick of all fake Timbaland beat bitin'
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm bring it to all like this

By all means necessary
You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby daddy
They say, "Missy you whack" but all not ready
'Coz I come back like a smack
You hear my gats in yo back blat blat blat
Huh, like spaghetti
Half of all macs be stinkin' like boobetti
So your record label cut you off like confetti
Then you wanna call Missy and beg me
Who beg me beg me
Dag I'm very scary
Burn a whole club down like I was carried
Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry
See all jealous tricks, all cannot stand me
That's fine and dandy daddy daddy
Why these chicken heads, they be so petty
Hey na na na you best not test me I keep tellin' you
Na you never ready na you never ready

Get rowdy Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see all work it and work
It till all can't stand up get rowdy
Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see all work it baby, work work it baby what?

In the club, I see niggas
They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugars
So I cut them short like some scissors
They trying to take me home, they give me liquor
You know who I am, I'm bitch
Do you know what I make, filthy rich
Do you know what this means, gotta gat
I thought you was a freak, never that
You see me on the road, when I stroll
I float through the toll, like whoa beep beep
You just a silly hoe, this I know
You be at every show, for the dough
Hear me now what?

Get rowdy Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see all work it and work
It till all can't stand up get rowdy
Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see all work it baby, work work it baby what?

Yo, this is Timbaland
Callin' from the matrix all
And this how we do it
Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what

Beat biter, dope style taker, originator or just an imitator
Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em
Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em
Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em
How dare you make 'em, just like we made 'em
And I wont play 'em, and I won't say 'em
Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter

Get rowdy Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see all work it and work
It till all can't stand up get rowdy
Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see all work it baby, work work it baby what?

Now see this one right here
This is for everybody
This is for my people east, east, west, south
East, west, south but you know what before
I get up on outta here I gotta say one thing to all beat biters
It's 'bout to be the year two thousand you know what I'm sayin'
And I'm kinda sick of that kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom
That kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom
That kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom
That kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom
On everything all gotta come up with
All own creativity, all own originality, all own style
You know what I'm sayin'
You gonna be left behind this time
Alight ain't no love lost
All need you to do is stop beat bitin'

That was Missy now this is Timbaland
Signin' off from the matrix
You heard that

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Can'T Say It Enough - Lyrics - Vivian Green

Title: Can'T Say It Enough
Artist: Vivian Green
Composer(s): Anthony C Bell, Vivian S Green

Lyric:
Love is a beautiful thing, it's more rare
Than a diamond ring so if you find it
Try to keep it be strong together
'Cause you'll need it

Things don't work out all the time
Some of the greatest loves don't stay together
Could be yours and mine

'Cause I was taught, never say never
But if we ever went our separate ways
I know I loved enough to last all my days

'Cause this is so right
And, now, I can't find
Enough ways to say it no

I can't say it enough, there's nothin' like your love
I keep tryna find new ways to say
But I love you, baby, and nothin' can change it
No, no, no

We could be poor on the streets
With no food to eat, nothin' but the
Warmth of our bodies

We could be miles away
For months at a time
The distance wouldn't break us

We could be filthy rich together
I wouldn't love you no better
Than I do right now

I can't find enough ways to say it
But I love you

I can't say it enough, there's nothin' like your love
I keep tryna find new ways to say
But I love you, baby, and nothin' can change it
No, no, no

'Cause love is a beautiful thing
It's more rare than a diamond ring
So if you find it, try to keep it
Be strong together 'cause you'll need it

When times get rough you can't give up
'Cause nothing's more important
Than your love, your love

I can't say it enough, there's nothin' like your love
I keep tryna find new ways to say
But I love you, baby, and nothin' can change it
No, no, no

I can't say it enough, there's nothin' like your love
I keep tryna find new ways to say
But I love you, baby, and nothin' can change it
No, no, no

I can't say it enough
I can't say it enough
I can't say it enough
I can't say it enough

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Straight Up Nigga - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Straight Up Nigga
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow, Grandmaster Melle Me

Lyric:
Yo check this out a lot of people be gettin' mad
'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'?
They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga'
They say you a black man
Yo, I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that
So I'ma say what I wanna say
I call myself what I wanna call myself, you know what I'm sayin'?
So they need to stay off my dick, you know?

Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are
'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R
Black people might get mad 'cause they don't see
That they're looked upon as a nigga just like me

I'm a nigga, not a colored man or a black
Or a negro or Afro-American, I'm all that
Yes, I was born in America, true
Does South Central look like America to you?

I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga from a hard school
Whatever you are I don't care, that is you fool
I'm loud and proud well endowed with the big beef
Out on the corner I hang out like a horse thief

So you can call me dumb or crazy
Ignorant, stupid, inferior or lazy
Silly or foolish but I'm badder and bigger
And most of all I'm a straight up nigga

That's right, I'm a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know?
Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga
That's right they're my niggas

I'm a nigga in America and that much I flaunt
'Cause when I see what I like yo I take what I want
I'm not the only one that's why I'm not bitter
'Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga

America was stole from he Indians, show and prove
What was that? A straight up nigga move
A low down shame, yo it's straight insane
Yet they complain when a nigga snatch their gold chains

What is nigga suppose to do?
Wait around for a handout from a nigga like you?
That's why a low down nigga gets hyped
But I'm not a nigga of that type

I'm a steak and lobster eatin', billionaire meetin'
Cash money makin', movin' shakin'
Corporate jet glidin', limousine ridin'
Writin' hits, filthy rich straight up nigga
That's right, I'm a nigga

Now I'ma write this song though the radio won't play it
But I got freedom of speech so I'ma say it
She wanna be lez he wanna be gay
But that's your business I'm straight so nigga have it your way

Those who hate me I got somethin' for ya
A nigga with cash a nigga with a lawyer
Not a watermelon cheatin' an' eating nigga down south
But a nigga that'll smack the taste from your mouth

A contemplating thinking, best champagne drinkin'
Ten inch givin', extra large livin'
Mercedes Benz drivin', strivin' to survivin'
All the way livin' and kickin' hi fivin'

Strokin' rap and happenin' deal doing
Fly in from Cali to chill with the crewin'
Grindin' groovin' fly girlie grabbin'
Horny gun shootin' long haired havin'
Nigga, straight up nigga
Nigga, straight up nigga

Nigga, that's right fool look at me
Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree
But all you KKK type grave diggers
Ease back fool 'cause I'm a trigger nigga

I work real hard for my livin'
But I don't sell or brake bullshit thanksgivin'
Sit up like some fool and eat turkey
That's the day your forefathers jerked me

Shipped us all over here in locks and chains
Split us up twistin' up a nigga's brain
Now you keep me in constant sweat
But I'm a nigga that you'll never forget

A black bad, iron clad, always mad
Fly nigga takin' off from a helipad
Rolex stylin', buck wilin', cap pilin'
Sportin' link chinks and medallions

Incollectible high tech, cashin' seven digit checks
And still breakin' necks
The ultimate male supreme, white woman's dream
Big dick straight up nigga

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