Flow Easy - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Flow Easy
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Freddie Foxx, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
First and foremost, flow easy, yo easy
Yo, yo, for the hood
Everybody flow easy, so easy
Yo, listen, for the corrupt mob
John Cena, Trademarc, listen

I embarrass MC's who touch the mic with me
That's why they never holla when it's show time, gimme
I spit poison like a black snake bit me
Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me

My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows, old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic

Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs
And never forget where I come from, word
I ain't goin' broke, fuck you, I'll cop me a brick
And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick

Don't trip, bump got a speed zone sign
For suckers who move too fast against mine
I'm pressed, pushin' it full speed ahead
You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so

Flow easy, turn up the mic, it's time
Flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
Flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine

I flow easy, turn up the mic, it's time
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so your's don't sound like mine
I flow easy

Philosopher first, rapper second
Manifest the message, lessons involved
It all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift you
So what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet you

Greet your mind before we even greet you
Won't mislead you, I ain't trustin' people 'cause I defeat you
Take it down a notch, slow your roll
'Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul

I set styles off dog, y'all are fuckin' mimics
Man, I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics
Run my mouth off like high school rumors
Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin' late bloomers

Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers
You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers
Huh, you better rock a sleeveless
Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through
Y'all are fuckin' divas

Flow easy, turn up the mic, it's time
Flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
Flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine

I flow easy, turn up the mic, it's time
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so your's don't sound like mine
I flow easy

First and foremost I sure post potential like Carmelo
Turn a hard MC to jello
Make their skin yellow with fear while stayin' mellow and clear
Man, we in for one hell of a year, yeah

Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocks
I'm flowin' easy with Freddie Foxxx
Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow
Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks

I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry
Never let a bitch take a bill from me
Like Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money
Best believe the flow water, we still runny

Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick
With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick
Make it known quick that I'm greedy
We got the rats and the cheese B
So believe me

Flow easy, turn up the mic, it's time
Flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
Flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but your's don't sound like mine

I flow easy, turn up the mic, it's time
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so your's don't sound like mine
I flow easy

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Easy Now - Lyrics - Eric Clapton - Eric Clapton

Title: Easy Now
Album: Eric Clapton
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton

Lyric:
Holding you, you holding me
Everyone could see we were in ecstasy
Making love against the wall
Feeling very small when we didn't need to be

Easy now, don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too

Oh my darling, help me please
When I'm without you I fall down and graze my knees
I look so funny and I feel sad
Your love is all I've ever had, so please don't tease

Easy now, don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too

Yesterday, you know tomorrow
Could it be I'll have to borrow someone new?
I know that I'm the one to blame
But all the same, there must be something you can do

Easy now, don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too

Easy now, don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too

Easy now, don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too

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Turner Overdrive - Easy Groove - Lyrics - Bachman

Title: Turner Overdrive - Easy Groove
Artist: Bachman
Composer(s): Randy Bachman

Lyric:
Oh, when you feel like dancin' but you're all shook out
We have found the answer, turn yourself about
Find yourself some people to stand out in line
Join the ends together and now you're doin' fine

Keep it smooth with an easy groove
Keep it smooth, ooh, with an easy groove, so easy

Dance it in a circle, shake your heads around
Turn it counterclockwise, put your hands up and down
Now you don't need to hustle when you want to move
So take some time, relax your mind and do the easy groove

And keep it smooth, easy groove
Ooh, keep it smooth with an easy groove, so easy

Oh, when you're feeling mellow, life is in a spin
We have found the answer, let something new begin
Get aboard the dance train, we're gonna take a ride
It's time to go in even flow and leave your cares outside

Keep it smooth with an easy groove
Keep it smooth, oh, with an easy groove, it's easy

Dance it in a circle, shake your heads around
Turn it counterclockwise, put your hands up and down
You don't need to hustle when you want to move
So take some time, relax your mind and do the easy groove

With an easy groove
Ooh, keep it smooth, oh, with an easy groove
Easy groove, so easy
Easy groove, keep it smooth, easy groove

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The Ballad Of Easy Rider - Lyrics - Kathryn Williams

Title: The Ballad Of Easy Rider
Artist: Kathryn Williams
Composer(s): Roger Mcguinn

Lyric:
The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes that's where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town

All he wanted was to be free
And that's the way it turned out to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town

Flow river flow, past the shady trees
Go river go, go to the sea
Flow to the sea, flow to the sea
Flow to the sea

The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever that river flows that's where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town

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Trg (The Rap Game) - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Trg (The Rap Game)
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Carl-So-Lowe Lana Moorer, Jermaine Dupri, Barry White

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Lyric:
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone

I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen
And saw it's no more than a crap game, know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake 'em right they fake roll snake eyes
In this industry that's how quick niggas die

Through my eyes it's like Russian roulette
Never do you know when you about to get wet
So you should stay set so you don't fall or go under
Have people saying I wonder what happened to him or her

It's sad when you begin to think you can be gone
But you can be gone in the blink of an eye
Don't ask why 'cause you try
Somebody came along that was twice as fly

I remember when I hit the scene it was the second faze
Rope chains two finger rings those where the days
Latin quarters, my Puma suit was cool
Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool you

You gotta changed with the times like the weather
An Mc that lasts is an Mc that's clever
You can't move tot slow 'cause
When it's to time to go, you see it's your time to go

TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day brother your ass is gone

TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day sister your ass is gone

Come back after, come back, nigga came back
More wack than the wackiest wax on the rack, what's up with that?
New Jacks are coming through taking no slack they hungry
And they looking for a spot to pop a squat, you better watch the clock

It can be awfully embarrassing
To not know when it's time to let go of the rhyme
It's about half past the monkeys ass
You should have been gone but you still trying to hang on

What happens when you chilling at the level on the 10th floor
Nobody knows your name anymore, aren't you?
Wait and let me think just as quick as you
Got large you can quickly shrink and sink into the crates and collect dust
Don't be mad 'cause it happens to best of us

TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day brother your ass is gone

TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day sister your ass is gone

To and fro they come and go, you better change your flow
And then switch up your show
I seen some come with the booming ass hits
Then they gone but then they don't leave with shit

You better tell an exec you need to be set
So when it's over you ain't living out your Land Rover
When you rap life dies and you still alive nigga
You better know how to survive

It ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be
Letting niggas know what time it is when it comes to me
The L Y T E stronger than the ox
Or the octane that knocks in your brain

I sustain my mission is to maintain sane
Know what I mean, keep doing my thang
You can't move too slow 'cause when it's your time
To go you gotta go, gotta go

TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day brother your ass is gone

TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day sister your ass is gone

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When It Comes To Love - Lyrics - Behind The Mask - Fleetwood Mac

Title: When It Comes To Love
Album: Behind The Mask
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Simon Climie, Billy Burnette, Dennis Morgan

Lyric:
Push too hard, I'll pack my bags, I'm going
Ah, got to learn to let the river flow
Move too fast, you'll end up never knowing
What's inside my heart, give it time to grow

I need just a little space
Then I won't be afraid

When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldn't be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You can't be too careful, when it comes to love

In your eyes, I see a fire burning
Never seen it ever burn so bright
Beneath my feet, I feel the earth stop turning
Long enough to take my breath away and I

Need to know what you feel
Got to show it's for real

When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldn't be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You can't be too careful, when it comes to love

(When it comes to love)
Take it easy
(Take it easy)
Got to learn to take it slow

(When it comes to love)
Keep believin'
(Keep believin')
(When it comes to love)
Give it time and just let it grow

I need to know what you feel
Got to show it's for real

When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldn't be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You can't be too careful, when it comes to love

When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldn't be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You can't be too careful, when it comes to love

When it comes to love, it's special
When it comes to love, shouldn't be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You can't be too careful, when it comes to love

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Oregano Flow (Hot Sauce Mix) - Lyrics - Future Rhythm - Digital Underground

Title: Oregano Flow (Hot Sauce Mix)
Album: Future Rhythm
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Ronald R. Brooks,Steve Nichol, Jane Euge Sendall-Peters, Gregory E. Jacobs, Steve Orlando Nichol, Carl G. Mcintosh

Lyric:
A little high belongs to you
Yeah, getting high off the soup
(Drink it up)

A little high belongs to me
Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop
(Sip it down)

A little high belongs to you
A dab of this, dab of that, not too heavy on the garlic
(Take it easy)

A little high belongs to me
With just a touch of oregano

Now everybody's funking but they don't know how
They wasn't down back when the bull funked the cow
But the chest of the cow was vestless
So the stank from the D-thang bang left the breathless
Oregano flow

Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no
Reason, it's the season for the lovely flow
The 'D', we're sick enough of stress, let it go
Now follow as I slip into the butter melody
This is the part I take your heart and leave your vision blurry
So try to focus on my dope

And I suggest you invest in a telescope
As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to your television
Catch a look just like a hooker catch j-izm
Even with bifocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though
As I flavor up this vide' like oregano

Slinging them nouns and verbs
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I guess I'm kind of different 'cause I do love them hoes
Only not the same way that I love my niggaroes
'Cause I love it when they say something fly
The ill caps make me laugh till I cry

Some fries and some freaks and it's on, all night long
I love to see my homies living strong
But that cook with the cloudy cookbook
Rained salt on another brother's sunny day
I wonder are we really happy here
With this lonely G game we play

A little high belongs to you
Yeah, getting high off the soup
(Drink it up)

A little high belongs to me
Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop
(Sip it down)

A little high belongs to you
A dab of this, dab of that, not too heavy on the garlic
(Take it easy)

A little high belongs to me
With just a touch of oregano

Now everybody's looking but they cannot see
The 'D' because we're future and we're too slippery
You know we're coming with oregano flow
Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no
Reason it's the season for the lovely flow
The 'D', we're sipping off the stress, let it go, let it go

Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loops
Oregano, baby, oregano

A little high belongs to you
Yeah, my soup'll get you high
(Drink it up)

A little high belongs to me
Top rhyming's how we're coming, bye-bye
A little high belongs to you
A little high belongs to me

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Sugar - Lyrics - Another Earthquake! - Aaron Carter

Title: Sugar
Album: Another Earthquake!
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Andy Goldmark, Alex Greggs, Bradley Daymond Ralph

Lyric:
Right, right

Girl, I know what you're thinking
You need some answers in your heart tonight
Girl, I'm here, let's make it different
Ease the pressure, sweeten up your life

Gonna let your hair down
Gonna let your guard down
Gonna let me show you
Everything you've been missing

Gonna let it all go
Girl, you gotta let it flow
Don't let the door close
I know what can get you better

You need some sugar
You're only human, baby
Let me bring it on to you tonight

I'll be your sugar
I'm gonna make it easy
Smooth it out and make you feel so right

Right, right

Girl, love doesn't have to be
A bitter pill for you time and again
Girl, girl, take a look at the big picture
There's a new start here in my hand

Let you hair down
Let your guard down
Let me show you
Everything you've been missing

Let it all go
Girl, ya gotta let it flow
Don't let the door close
I know we can get you there

You need some sugar
You're only human, baby
But let me bring in on to you tonight

I'll be your sugar
I'm gonna make it easy
Smooth it out and make you feel so right

You need some sugar
You're only human, baby
But let me bring in on to you tonight

I'll be your sugar
I'm gonna make it easy
Smooth it out and make you feel so right

Going through it, I come to you
Just a kiss is good for you
I'm not leavin', you this way
That's why you hear me say

You need some sugar
Your only human, baby
But let me bring in on to you tonight

I'll be your sugar
I'm gonna make it easy
Smooth it out and make you feel so right

You need some sugar
You're only human, baby
But let me bring in on to you tonight

I'll be your sugar
I'm gonna make it easy
Smooth it out and make you feel so right

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Be Easy - Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Title: Be Easy
Album: Fishscale
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Iii, Leon F. Sylvers, Dennis Coles, Peter N. Phillips

Lyric:
Yeah, what's happpening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
NahwhatImean? We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo yo

Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Every time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh

You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh

The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister
You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh

Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher

Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatImean, it's about to pop off
Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor
Get the fuck out the way, come on

Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

Yo, it's Tone in the building, the teams in the building
Niggaz wanna beef, what up, what up, what up
We packed to the ceiling we constantly chilling
We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yeah, now
Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like Deja Vu
Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo

Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up
Like, "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck"

I tried to ignore it, his people saw it
I ain't the type of dude you go to war with
My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just called it

Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga!
Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal
Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in, yo

Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
Gotta burn those leaves, and uh
Pretty Tone make the girls say please
Daddy work that D, put it in and be eas' and uh

So what, come on, now some of y'all people
Might know me from my wallabies
Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me
I stick it up like an iced cake robbery

And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me
Floss the ill robes since Criminology
Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens
I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me

They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies
Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty
Ya'll can just crown me

Yeah, that's right
I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all like that shit? YouknowhatImean?
You really run New York
This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker

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The Master Has Come Back - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: The Master Has Come Back
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Stephen Marley, Neville Livingston, Bunny Wailer, Damian Robert Nes Marley

Lyric:
A your youth you know, wew

For the master has come back, gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now

For the Master has come back, It's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

Boom, we learn from the old school
When strictly thugs used to run it
When one wheel really was the move
Long before Bogle start dance
And still pon deh paper money
Police alock up man fi them shoes

That simply mean the station full up
A bare Clark boot and bally
From England whe' spankin' new
Before man start to mek flex
When then used to mek dally

And speak of the rights and truths
If unno starvin' fi di brain food
Man have it fi feed you like porridge
Weh rich inna dreadnut juice

'Cause nuff a wah dem learn in university and college
It water down and dilute, I tell you street smarts
Wi carry you through life like a cartridge
From a survival point of view and if what you seek is the truth
And to increase knowledge, now you surely can't lose, why?

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

The return of the dread I when I get back
The entire empire will start to strike back
Well, a bare army green full up mi flight park
Some red eye guy wonder which bank we hijack

And a we the voluptuous girls a smile at
Any bwoy nuh like dat, him gone pon ice box
We can be dangerous like how the night black
We will dip and come up

Select and slide back and seh she loves my culture
Herbs and my locks, silky smooth way I flow
My words and my tracks
She's hoping we can spend a night at

Somewhere thats warm and cozy, why not?
She's been wanting me since my Karl Kani drop
And she needs the substance, not the hype chat
For dark clouds do bring rain, baby
Here comes the sun to shine again

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regulary
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

Boom! I know you're loving the goods that I'm delivering
Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again
Who is the cock in the coup which part the chicken in
And dem a copy the books that I have written in

And when you hear from the shout, dem no have no discipline
And dem a run up dem mouth, them never listening
And when the Gong no deh bout, I know you're missing him
'Cause lyrically no doubt I'm Nitroglycerin

Mi touch down it's carousels of luggages, my flip phone
My car cell, my messages, my girl bring me parcels and packages
Marijuana cigar smells in palaces, a few coil must pop off for di charities 'Cause politition a palave' pon dem promises
A new face will fulfill the prophecies, it's too late for two faced apologies

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regulary
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

When fire tun down low we're only simmering
Anyhow we start get cold, dem would be shivering
Not everything is gold because of glittering
Tell dem fi clean dem soul from all di littering

And they don't own di throne dat they be sitting in
And it was just a loan they're only sitting in
And when the king come home well what a bitter thing
Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering

Well, mind you catch the flow it can be sickening
Only a few are chosen for the reckoning
It's Rastarfari's that unno living in
And it's a lion's jungly unno visiting

I know you've seen the posters of my images
Upon your streets and close to all your villages
My metaphors unfolding with my similies
Woman can go dance again, boom

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regulary
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

For the master has come back
For the master has come back
For the master has come back
For the master has come back

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Pass The Courvoisier - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Pass The Courvoisier
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Brian Higgins, Chad Hugo, Nile Rodgers, Daryl Lamb, Sandy Linzer, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Pharrell Williams, Sean Puffy Combs, Denny Randell, Michael Tyler, James Jackson, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor, Jamal Woolard, Jermaine Denny, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen
This all time, the time you've all been waitin' for
Let's do it, do it, do it
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration

Come on, shake ya ass
Come on, watch yourself
Okay, I'm the man
Let's go and no one else

Rrraah, rraah, like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands, I make them say
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man

Say what? Wha is you talkin' 'bout?
There's nothin' to talk about
See you just a walk about
I light a long L and just blowin' the smoke about

See, we serious wit it, they ain?t nothin to joke about
And while I scope it out
I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

We got these hoes lovin it, they gettin' familiar man
They screamin' out my government, Sean John
I like them in twins like doublement, Don Juan
We be bangin' all types of chicks from here to Hong Kong

The best dressed bitches actin' all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin' out they actin' like a boot to my shit
Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin' Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

It's the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a Porsche
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course

Can imagine the price that my jewelery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss, damn
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
You can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

Five thousand boomin' watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.Diddy

We stay livin' at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin', be state of the art
We rockin' ya block shit, wlyin' like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
Excuse me bus-a-bus
Full control of the city, if you ain't know

By the way, the name is Puff
It ain't my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny
To Remi to Moe to Belve to

The game is us, we gettin' money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin' the name is a must
Flipmode

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
You can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
And you can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

Yea, yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
Yea, pass me that Louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil
Ow, bitch, yea, just pass the Courvoisier

That, that shit make
That dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a

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Deeez Nuuuts - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: Deeez Nuuuts
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Colin Wolfe, Delmar Arnaud, Nate Dogg, Warren Griffith, Cordozar Broadus, Andre R Young

Lyric:
Let me call this old bitch
See what this bitch doin'
Call this bitch
Raggedy-ass, shit man

Hello? Whassup?
Nothin', whatchu doin?
Nuttin', just kickin it
Are y'all done?

Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners
Might go get my nails done, seriously
Why whassup?

Ay did, did, did whats-a-name done
Get at you yesterday? Who?
Deeez nuuuts
Aw, shut up nigga

I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls
What did I have honey?
I said, "Darling, you'd have some walnuts"

She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts
On my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell, yes"
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin
Would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth?

Chiggie check
Microphone, check one
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check two
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G

Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park, you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin' an' shit
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch

Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack

So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope

But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy

Had he, not known about the city I'm from Long Beach
Tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my kahki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood

Goddamn, I ripped up, flipped up and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
But could you raise up off his nuts?
'Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up

Chiggie check
Microphone, check one
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check two
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check three
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G

Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit, beotch

So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row

I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

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Think About It - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Think About It
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Jerry Butler, Bryan G Fryzel, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah, man
You know it's easy to talk about doin' somethin'
But when it comes down to the action part
The most folks take a little light vacation

I was just thinkin' to myself, man
You know, this 'Blue Carpet Treatment' record is deep to me
And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me
On some real talk like

It's like lookin' and poppin' and seein' whoppers and movers
Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low
Nobody's guidance, so I decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'

Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies made you fight
*** ain't wanna see ya *** bebop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a *** down to the flo'

Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time

It's so erotic, even exotic, it's gettin' naughty
Freeze and groove your rowdy, rowdy, girl, move your body
It's melodic, I'm bein' honest and modest
You done *** off my whole rap flow, think about it

*** that ***, I'ma do it right
Thangs ain't movin' right, I don't think that you would like
For me to be mad, sayin', "*** can't stand me"
Sittin' at home, watchin' muh'f*** at the Grammy's

Wishin' I was there? Naw, *** I don't wish no more
I'm the big cat, fish in the bowl
Basically you hear these rappers out here usin' my flow
They need Snoop on they song to make they *** official though

Indismissible, police a ***, modern day KMI
Takin' my time, chronolizin' my rhyme
Writin' my rhyme, tryin' to get intellectual
Directin' the weather, makin' my negative records more intellectual

Tryin' to change the direction of flowin'
And sayin', born sayin', "You know I get liver when I get fluent"
Ain't been nobody to change game since King came
Same thing, same lane, biggie biggie bang

Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope
Thangs don't change man, it's so remarkable
And they don't know how to do it 'cause they don't flow that way
Go that way, roll that ***

Roll my tape and take me back the day you were phony
You're so into what you doin' but you can't get into it
You can't talk and now ya ruined but you know I'ma do it
And now you doin' it, they booin' like, "You blew it, blew it"

I'm dippin' through the universe, make 'em move the verse
Through the Luda-verse, hit the b*** first
You can never beat a ***, lemme show you how to treat a ***
If you likin' me, follow me, you so believable

Got a way to get his own music out
Record executive, bounce ballin' and actin' bad
Take my time, great mind, break mind
Take 'em out, make mine, kicked about it

Thanks to *** who might make it illegal
And not rival the Beatles and rock rockin' my peoples
And fly, fly like eagles, been doin' this *** like liters
And hittin' y'all with h*** and walkin' in my Adidas

I continue to bust, then I switched up to Chucks
Givin' *** a puff, still givin' it up
Beanie Sigel, what up? Real *** is up
On the scheme with my team, yeah, Daz and Kurupt

Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time

It's so erotic, even exotic, it's gettin' naughty
Freeze and groove your rowdy, rowdy, girl, move your body
It's melodic, I'm bein' honest and modest
You done *** off my whole rap flow, think about it

We bust 'til we buss 'em up
'Lay Low', I know they told you not to *** with us
Layin' and playin' and sayin', man, walkin' in vain
Anxious for fame, my *** tryin' to walk in my lane

And tryin' to walk in my shoes but they just don't fit
You couldn't spit the *** that I spit 'cause I'm the ***
And this is it, legit, let's split the chips
And fix and move the work and hurt that ***
I'm through with this

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Who The Illest - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Who The Illest
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Larry Mayfield, Taylor Jayceo

Lyric:
Who the illest hub dawg you know?
Peelin' slugs at your mug
Dealin' drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more scatter, more street
[Incomprehensible]

Who the illest hub dawg you know?
Peelin' slugs at your mug
Dealin' drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more, more scatter, more street
Untold stories, shootout, remix

Who the illest hub dawg you know?
Peelin' slugs at your mug
Dealin' drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more, more scatter, more street

Makin' room for more drama, more hustle, more heat
I can show you how to get, American money easy
It's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy

Leave all semi I tote, clips empty
Foes tempt me, I'm seein' no penitentiary
Crime scene clean, shells, no prints
Flee the shootout, X-5, no bitch

It's meant for me to survive this gangster shit
Meant for you not to be livin', food for the pigeons
It's rules I'm givin', new lessons for the street

This jungle I'm from B, don't breed no weak
Lames that don't know the game please don't speak
You get killed, want me peeled, I'm showin' hungry nigga

Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'?

Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and, doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game?
Who's the illest? Who's the illest?

I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs, I want it big
I ain't fuckin' with kids, I'm after six digit things
Fuck the rings and the tribulations, constant playa hatin'
This criminal lifestyle, keeps me animatin'
Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin' it up

It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin' on sight
But he hoppin' on haters like BM

It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin' on sight
But he hoppin' on haters like BM

It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin' on sight
But he hoppin' on haters like BMX bike

Fuck around with the Squad see unbearable sights
We takin' gangster shit to the maximum height
But I'm mainly into bubblin', fat grip doublin'
Big, big heads I'm lovin' 'em, you feelin' me y'all

Leavin' the envious in awe 'cause I tremendously ball
I'm supported by The Game so you know I won't fall
I'ma execute my options, keep wettin' my paws
And come out unscathed with no scratches or flaws
Who's the illest?

Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'?

Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game?
Who's the illest? Who's the illest?

They say "Game, you rappin' like you from the East coast,"
Meet toast gun jammed in your throat, forgot that you spoke
Game got the streets woke young'n, same nigga got the Coke runnin'
Introduce the new fiends to smack

Pops told me when I was younger, you can't live like that
So I don't listen to pops nigga, I listen to Kool G. Rap
Went from hustlin' sacks to heavy weight, shufflin' crack
Kids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G.

Ask the reverend kept the church from fallin', young'uns from starvin'
I'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson Gardens
Comfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hood
Kick back, blowin', listen to Marvin

Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closer?
Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest

Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closer?
To the late ones or great ones fightin' over a crown
Get shot off that throne, who the illest now?

Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'?

Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and, doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game?
Who's the illest? Who's the illest?

Some say the gangster mentality is dead
Imagine that, when fools pullin' straps out with infrared
We're livin' in a time of plagues and corrupt life
When homies in the circle end up all trife

Tryin' to shine bright, but lookin' all dim
Meanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint pen
I see the smirks and grins but I just laugh
'Cause I'm gettin' lucrative loot, endless math

If you only knew the half of it, you wouldn't hate
But niggaz just pig and talk shit behind Jake
Man you can't knock the hustle, I ain't fin' to be greedy
I want an exit out the game kinda like Paul Vitti

I'm tryin' to slang CD's in cruise control
Instead of sellin' illegal pharmaceuticals
Should I ask for your advice? Like you would know
Fuck it, I'm out to get it, I'm a fool for dough

Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'?

Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and, doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game?
Who's the illest? Who's the illest?

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Playa Ass Shit - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Playa Ass Shit
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Jeffrey Thompkins, Christopher A Stewart

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Lyric:
Gotta work these hoes, gotta work these hoes
Gotta make this flow, gotta work these hoes
Gotta work these hoes, gotta make this flow
Gotta work these hoes, gotta work these hoes
Gotta make this flow, gotta work these hoes
Nigga what?

Check it out

This be some playa ass shit
What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit
This be some playa ass shit
Nigga, what this is? Some playa ass shit

I say they choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas
Choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas

Check it, this be some playa ass shit
Soft ass niggas, need to check yo' bitch
They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas

They hungry foe that cheese, they get down on they knees
Tryin' to get dem honey bees, think she won't? Nigga, please
Let's be real for a minute, if yo' hoe couldn't spend it
Would that bitch still be wit it? Hell naw, nigga, quit it

Stop foolin' yourself, this ho floss to much
Since you fuckin' this bitch, you done loss to much
Everything cost bread from her toes to her head
From the jewels to the threads, nigga sleepin' in yo' bed

Nigga fuck that bitch, [Incomprehensible] floss don't make sense
Use to do lil' shit, now you payin' this hoe rent
Nigga, what? That's yo' life, tryin' to turn this hoe trife
[Incomprehensible] from the club tryin' to make her yo' wife

This be some playa ass shit
What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit
Yeah, this be some playa ass shit
What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit

They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas
This be some playa ass shit
Now what this is nigga? Some playa ass shit

A lot of you niggas don't be knowin' how to treat these hoes
When you meet these hoes, wanna sweet these hoes
An' tryin' to keep these hoes an' playa hatin' on a playa
Mad at me 'cuz I'm gettin' broke off, why you pay her?

Shit, that's the game an' nigga I'm in it
So you keep breakin' off these hoes with that loot
An' I keep helpin' 'em spend it
Too many niggas got they game in they pocket
Tryin' to rank my game but you just can't stop it

See my game is just two strong, three strong
Four strong, I been out here so long
For some new jack to come an' try to knock me
I know that git jock me 'cuz he alway tryin' to mock me

See, I don't sweat that, see, pimpin' ain't easy
I'm major, you chumps is just measly, believe me
See, ain't no trick foolin' me
She ain't gotta be true to be, as long as she do for me
Peep game

This be some playa ass shit
What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit
Yeah, this be some playa ass shit
What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit

They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas
This be some playa ass shit
Now what this is nigga? Some playa ass shit

Check it out

Playa haters don't understand the money, man
I keep grands, plus your best hoe my biggest fan
Tell me where you niggas was when game was bein' passed out
If it wasn't for that loot a lotta niggas would be assed out

You get amped around these hoes an' wanna flash knots
I get a word, these same hoes off in yo' stash box
I'm in this thang for the riches
Plus I'm a pimp an' I love all my bitches

This be some playa ass shit
What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit
Yeah, this be some playa ass shit
What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit

They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas
This be some playa ass shit
Now what this is nigga? Some playa ass shit

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What Now - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: What Now
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
I will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die

For what it's worth I see the purpose of life
I see below the surface and the version that you know
And hold is not right, man, I oughta just laugh
The only darkness ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my path
(What's that?)
That's the weight of my craft
I breathe easy and let my chest slowly contract
And write rhymes to inform baby not to uplift
If you wanna make it all, you gotta persist
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all that talk's a waste
'Cuz I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, everything live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would arrive
But I balance my talents with a hope and a drive
And ride beats dog, that's where my focus derive
And keep notepads and vocab, that's my guide
And if I got legit beef, I don't let it slide, what now

I will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die

My brain is impossible to thinkin' philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay strong
I ain't stoppin' 'til I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado, eyes like a bird of prey
Cold soldier, crack snap your vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter than Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip

Quite wide on the Benjamin Clip
Might slide but we ain't gonna slip, no way
If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if they measure in lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, make the mental work
Fuck a verse, I rearrange your dental work
And when it pop off, we not soft
We like the Bentleys, y'all just the Chrysler knockoffs

I will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die

But that's life, yeah, you hearin' me right
It's like I had to find the black of night
Come back to life with master insight that shine bright
I'm always learnin'
My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the slow burnin'
It's sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, jump before the water's in range
And never wait for safe answers so if all that remains
Is lookin' back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances

Man, it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing
That I get money and fame, it's all the same
If you call me Trademarc or if you know my real name
Marc Predka ain't attached to ego
He's a hero for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow
It's not lip service, I don't speak to hear myself talk
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've been taught

I will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die

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Stop, Chill - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Stop, Chill
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Dwight Grant, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
New shit
Wsup
Wsup
Wsup

Stop, chill, relax, and let this nigga sigel flow
I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope I flow dope
Like a key ya blow
You like naw, beans, same nigga from 21st and sigel street
When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak
So whoever, wherever I don't care where we meet
Stop, chill, don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter
When you got snitch niggas right in your set

That's why I know where you niggas sling coke and pumped at
Same spot that you liable to see me at
Gun and a mask one in the stash where the seed at
Stop, all my young bucks huggin' the block
Stop puttin' drugs in your sock
You makin' it easy for the cops to catch you
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels
You gotta hustle smarter than that
Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

It's still vex in the game tryin' na earn respect
I got the best of out and y'all ain't heard shit yet
You can shuffle up the cards I'ma learn the deck
When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin' high
Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin' none
Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin' one
I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near
From the first junior, to Madison Square
Stop, chill, 'cuz I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin' that track
Let me show you somethin' dog it ain't nothin' for Mac

It come all natural like I'm bustin' my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin' the crack
Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack
Takin' backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs
Doin' life on the roc ain't nothin' fuckin' with that
Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground
You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound
Trees, stompin', roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you
Philly cats no rack, big guns and sumas

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

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