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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Ya'Ll Want A Single - Lyrics - Take A Look In The Mirror - Korn

Title: Ya'Ll Want A Single
Album: Take A Look In The Mirror
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Boom boom boom boom

What's going on today?
We gotta break away
We got a problem and
I think it's going to make us go down

They think we're all the same
And always we're to blame
For shit I think is lame
It's time to stop the game
I think it's time to pay
For everything you made me say

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

What's going on today?
Why must it be this way?
We're going nowhere and
We're still knocking the need to bow down

They think we're all the same
And always we're to blame
For shit I think is lame
It's time to stop the game
I think it's time to pay
For everything you made me say

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

We are the ones breaking you down
We are the hope to drown out your sounds
All across the world you've fed what you found
All across the world you're breaking you down

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that shit
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that shit

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that shit
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that shit

Fuck

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Wanna single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Crunk Inc. - Lyrics - Crime Mob - Crime Mob

Title: Crunk Inc.
Album: Crime Mob
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Venetia Lewis, Alphonce Smith, Chris Henderson, Jonathan Lewis

Lyric:
Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this year
We comin' straight for you, we talkin' 'bout gettin' crunk, nigga
Fuck that shit you talkin nigga
When I see yo ass nigga, this how shit gon pop off
This how shit gon go down from here on out nigga
So we gotta tell ya'll niggas, to wake the fuck up
Cy co Black, let 'em know

Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'

Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'

Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin' ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide

Crunk to the mothafuckin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and Killa behind me
Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare that nigga to come and try me
Dare that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock it back and let go
Comin' up popular, he's a fuck nigga
I'ma let his ass know, he ain't nuttin' but a ho

Fuck yo words, yo words don't mean shit, all that talkin' get yo ass hit
Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo ass real quick
This real shit and I don't play games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and beat yo ass, so fuck that shit you talkin' mayne

Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin' ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide

Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'

Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'

Yeah, bitch fuck that shit that you talkin'
Go get yo clique and start walkin'
My crew too thick so get off me to fuck wit you I got whodi
Peepin' the scene, so don't test me, ho don't try me, I stay ready
Yo shirt gon' be, so damn heavy, I snipe yo ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve, so ho let's take it outside
Revolver tucked in my pocket, I'm feelin' what in my ride
Bussin' heads is my specialty, one like me, you will never see
Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, wanna buck? It's whatever G

Keep on poppin', I'ma show you just how deep we are
Ya'll niggas thank yall buck? We'll have ya'll seein' stars
You'll think you're touchin' Mars 'cause we some must asses
A second blastin' anywhere where there be shit talkin'
So do not get smart bitch 'cause here we runnin' thangs
Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout that money, mayne
Just watch me spray some flames, get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the clip and one off in the chamber

Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'

Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you talkin'

Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin' ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide

What's up Aight
Aight, Aight
Aight, Aight
Aight, Aight
Aight, Aight

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Gangster Tripping - Lyrics - You've Come A Long Way, Baby - Fatboy Slim

Title: Gangster Tripping
Album: You've Come A Long Way, Baby
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Josh Davis, Norman Cook, Nicholas Lockett

Lyric:
We got to
We got to
We got to
We got to

Kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that, kick that gangster shit

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that shit, kick that shit
Kick that shit, come on, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that shit, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick, come on, come on, come on, we got to

Fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that shit, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick, come on, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that shit, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that, kick that, kick that, kick that
Kick that, kick that, kick that, kick that

Fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with, fuck with
Fuck with, fuck with

Fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, fuck with your woman

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman

Fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman

I fuck with, fuck with
Fuck with, fuck with

Fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I f

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that shit, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick, come on, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that shit, come on, come on

We got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick that gangster shit
Come on, we got to kick, come on, come on, come on

We got to kick that shit, kick that shit, kick that shit
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Kick, kick that, kick that, kick that, kick that
Kick that, kick that, kick that, kick that

Fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with, fuck with
Fuck with, fuck with

Fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
Yeah, Fatboy's tripping

I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman
I fuck with your woman

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Introduction To Mayhem - Lyrics - Primer 55

Title: Introduction To Mayhem
Artist: Primer 55
Composer(s): Bobby Burns, Jason Luttrell

Lyric:
Little acts, little deeds for little minds
I'm a breed, I'm a breed of my own kind
Attitude, gratitude, I let that shit carry me
And do it every day until the muthafuckas bury me

And you think we dress and we act strange
To unchange the words that we exchange
Take a deep breath, try to leave that shit unsaid
And step on the stage where I unleash the hatred

Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Out of my way
Out of my way

Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Get out of my way
Get the fuck out

Hypocrites, politics and democracy
Government's overrun by hypocrisy
There they go, there they go
All in my business, sellin' their souls
And they ask for forgiveness

And I think everybody better come clean
And raise up to the wrongs that are happening
Take a deep breath, try to leave that shit unsaid
And step on the stage where I unleash the hatred

Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Out of my way
Out of my way

Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Get out of my way

Get buck
Get buck
Get buck

Get buck muthafucker
Get buck muthafucker
Get buck, get buck, get buck

Get buck muthafucker
Get buck muthafucker
Get buck, get buck, get buck

Get buck muthafucker
Get buck muthafucker
Get buck, get buck, get buck

Get buck muthafucker
Get buck muthafucker
Get buck, get buck, get buck

Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Out of my way
Out of my way

Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Know who the fuck that you're talkin' to?
Get out of my way

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Fuck That - Lyrics - The History Of Rock - Kid Rock

Title: Fuck That
Album: The History Of Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie

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Lyric:
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin' major torn 'cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
So all day long I smoke that sess

I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk and so I scream like yah
And everything that you stand for, hates us
But everything your soul needs, it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, her say, ?Fuck that?
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, him say, ?Fuck that?

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, here say, ?Fuck that?
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, me say, ?Fuck that?

I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin' major torn 'cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny and I smell like sex
But in my heart I have no regrets

So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like
'Cause everything that you stand for, hates us
But everything your soul needs, it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, her say, ?Fuck that?
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, him say, ?Fuck that?

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, here say, ?Fuck that?
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, me say, ?Fuck that?

I see lights in my sights but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong
Say you love me, now I'm gone

I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk and so I shut up like
And everything that you stand for, hates us
But everything your soul needs, it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, her say, ?Fuck that?
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, him say, ?Fuck that?

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, here say, ?Fuck that?
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say, ?You can't go around?, me say, ?Fuck that?

Fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that

Fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Fuck Dat Nigga - Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Title: Fuck Dat Nigga
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Writer Unknow

Lyric:
Oh yeah, all the fucked niggaz gotta get the fuck out the way
Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke you riding
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Motherfuck you, I'll rush you, bitch, I don't trust you
Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya
Bust ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, then crush ya

See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist
All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss
Yo Flip, these boys acting sour
I got money and respect, plus I'm packing power

Stacking up dollars, niggaz wanna fuck with me
If it's hood, it's all good, so tuck your heat
Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat
Pick up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street

I got my serve, that ain't your mama
Smack you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama
I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo' pound
It ain't shit to send my free lancers to your town

Ladies, we just ain't talking 'bout you
'Cause some of these niggaz is bitches too
And you know who, no need to say no name
I'ma gas these niggaz up, like a tank of propane

They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya
They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya
We got the mansion,n three kitchen, ain't lying brah
Maybach, reclining seats, 'case we get tired, brah

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see talking shit
Fuck a rap nigga, I slap niggaz, it's best you keep on walking bitch
I represent the Southside of Screwston, Texas
Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds
Right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace

But fuck some shine, brah, I'll loosen your tooth
Better get wet ya with my tech weapon and swoop in the coupe
'Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga, coming from the left side
Equipped with a pistol grip, that will open your chest wide

I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name
Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change
Talking 'bout charging me twenty thousand dollars to spit a verse
Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, fuck it, come and see about me

Right now I'm barring eleven niggaz and seven record labels
You can jump your narrow ass in line and straight up get strangled
Z-Ro, the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up Click
Fuck all that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up, bitch

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Watch your mouth now, 'cause what you say can bring death
One day you gon' say some shit a nigga can't accept
Point Blank, the Bull, a big chip off the old block
It ain't gotta be in Cloverland to be a Clover Gee block

Boy, we run this shit, Flip having fun with this shit
And you tripping, Blank, how the fuck you get a gun in this bitch?
When I see him ninety nice, Southside gon' be iight
I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite

I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the heart
If Flip said fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark
Southsi' for li', till I flat line trick
Talk a lot of shit but I can back mine, bitch, what's up?

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Oh no, that nigga ain't scaring me
Look, I don't wanna hear about, your ass weighing ki's
This lil' nigga ain't a threat, you a peon nigga
'Cause in my hood, I play the corner like Deon nigga

Them niggaz only fucking with you, 'cause you pay 'em for beats
And I saw that bullshit, grill you got on your teeth
My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen
Say you gained a lil' weight if you drank some lean

Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh eighty pounds
He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown
Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back
And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back

Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's
So why should I fear a man that bleed like me
Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you, kid
As far as record sales go, I'm killing you, bitch

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'ma touch that nigga

Man, fuck that nigga
(Fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga

Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Nigga, now how you gon' try to charge Z-Ro
Twenty grand for a mo'fucking verse
Nigga, that shit ain't worth
A goddamn wing dinner bitch

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Kwon - Parking Lot - Lyrics - Hood Hop - J

Title: Kwon - Parking Lot
Album: Hood Hop
Artist: J
Composer(s): Mark Williams, Jerrell C Jones, Joe Kent

Lyric:
I can do it too
I can do it

Now errbody in this place is high as me
So why the Hell is you over there eyein' me?
Peeps with me, I know you ain't tryin' to leave
If you is, I'll show you how live I be
My bad, did I pull your freak?
Where my bird at? Go hide, I'll seek
Yeah I'm signed, don't get caught in the hype
If you do, watch how quick I'll be like

Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, I ain't the type to like to talk a lot
I got somethin' for your ass in the parking lot
Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, once I get you to the parking lot
I got somethin' for your ass that'll spark a lot

Seriously, we can be real with the flow
J-Kwon, deal with the flow
Want beef? 'Cause I make money
All 'cause my watch's face is shaped funny
Look dogs, watch what you're sayin'
I put that on my mama and I'm not playin'
Trip, get hit when the time right
It's around 3 O' clock, I don't know if the time right

Yo, why your boy buggin' me?
Hell, gon' girl quit buggin' me
Would've been hollered if you wasn't ugly
But dude fin' to get hit with this bubbly
Oh you buckin' up? Bop, beep
Toss, cocked, quick it's gettin' ugly
Trickin' with me, 'cause you want the spotlight
Not if it's got to be like

Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, I ain't the type to like to talk a lot
I got somethin' for your ass in the parking lot
Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, once I get you to the parking lot
I got somethin' for your ass that'll spark a lot

Derty, I don't like to talk a lot
I got 2 words for you, 'Parking Lot'
He mad, 'cause the way we win in the spot
Our sidekicks came out, he got a 10 in the spot
Okay, he ran in the spot
Do they make him wrong or right? Right or wrong?
You hatin' because I hate this, I invented this song
Mother, oh, I supposed to keep going?

Idiot, we all know the album droppin'
I'm for real with the clips, I got 'em on and poppin'
Dude, they can hit your daughter like me
Just bought a gun, it's a new artist like me
Rare, forget your the minute you step wrong
Fall down on the ground, you hear the step song
You wanna bang? We ain't even gotta fight
If we do, watch how quick it be like

Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, I ain't the type to like to talk a lot
I got somethin' for your ass in the parking lot
Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, once I get you to the parking lot
I got somethin' for your ass that'll spark a lot

Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, I ain't the type to like to talk a lot
I got somethin' for your ass in the parking lot
Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat
Derty, once I get you to the parking lot
I got somethin' for your ass that'll spark a lot

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Monday, August 16, 2010

They Don'T Like That - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: They Don'T Like That
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

I'm a side on the screen
(Why)
'Cuz I let my glock pop
Drawing chalk in the streets
But they ain't playin' hopscotch

I can make the rock lock
Soon as I get the pot wet
Like the fire hydrant on
I can leave ya block wet

They don't like that
(Hell naw
But I don't give a fuck
2 deals in 2 years, a mill'
I got plenty bucks

Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cuz snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
DFB bitch
Hell yeah, I'ma buck wit 'em

Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cuz snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
DFB bitch
Hell yeah, I'ma buck wit 'em

Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cuz snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
DFB bitch
Hell yeah, I'ma buck wit 'em

Still got da pound
Still package the yade
And I'm still in the hood
Like the rats and the jays

Glass light give 'em lock jaw
So they crawl right back
Oh, I think they like me
But I don't think they like that

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

I don't think they like that
Hell naw, not at all
Take it like you wanna
Get bust like a cannonball

I don't think they like that
Hell naw, not at all
Take it like you wanna
Get bust like a cannonball

I don't think they like that
Hell naw, not at all
Take it like you wanna
Get bust like a cannonball

Niggaz like to mimick
They bite me like a 2 piece
Jump juicy jump
I'ma make you niggaz shoot me

These niggaz talkin' so much
But y'all doin' so luck
I laugh so hard at you niggaz
'Cuz the shit tickles

Talked to Lady P
And she downed you like a football
You ignorant ass nigga
Heard the people pistle whooped y'all

And I ain't the one to fuck wit
You fuckin' wit the right one
The tech's in the trunk
(Bitch)
Unique wit them tight guns

Got millions on the line
Because my team is stronger
They don't like that
(Why)
Because my cheese is longer

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

I act a ass in this coop
Put on shows like it's televised
They move a lot of weight
But I ain't talkin' 'bout exercise

Just keep that AR15
So my niggaz ready to hit 'em up
It's something like shevrun
'Cuz that silver what's gone fill 'em up

And represent my click
Like a nigga is pose to
And keep a couple niggaz
Wit them to's that I'm close to

Why niggaz wanna shine
Wanna be in my position
'Cuz a nigga turn out short
And leave it hard for the competition

I'm on a mission tryna get it
'Cuz a nigga got to eat
Talk shit on these tracks
And show my ass on these beats

And I know these niggaz don't like it
Niggaz say they wanna kill me
Give 'em a shot at comic view
'Cuz I thin these niggaz silly

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

Besides tech's
Money comin' in bundles
And my ice game
Got me wearin' a coat in the summer

I'm a gutta nigga
So it's gutta shit that I honor
And I'm still in the tip
Wit a team of Young Gunnaz
(Ten hoe)

That's blow, that's beam
They'll serve what you want 'em
They'll cook it in your face
Like your at the your honors

You know the recipe
Splash then drop that
Add a little bakin' soda
Wit it make it some back

DJ drop that
I betchu, I can bring it back
On the track DFB
What you call glass crack

Glass crack?
We the shit, so don't ask that
Young niggaz, worth about a mill
They don't like that

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Get The Fuck Back - Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Title: Get The Fuck Back
Album: Word Of Mouf
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, Shondrae L Crawford, Rashawna Guy, Bobbie Sandmanie, Christopher B Bridges

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Lyric:
What the fuck's up?
DTP in this mother fucker
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the fuck back
'Cause all my niggas is ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch!

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
D low make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers

How many try to hustle with dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

I'm from the Southside, College Park
G road, niggas gone, ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, one's through his chest
Sleepy hollows lay the niggas to rest, uh

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and murder
Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface

Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull upon me real sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga

We pop bottles, bottle, right over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas
Our motto, motto is kill 'em instead, niggas
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas

All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time I'm goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, 'cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part time MC, full time drug dealer

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

We the filthy niggas from the south, A town represent us
Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' shit on Niks tapes
I'll catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape

You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
I leave niggas like burps, excuse
Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney
And you will find your family readin' your obituary

These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for gettin' cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off

I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the K
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'm a spray

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Fuck that
Get the fuck back
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

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I Ain'T Havin' That - Lyrics - Heltah Skeltah

Title: I Ain'T Havin' That
Artist: Heltah Skeltah
Composer(s): Jahmal Bush, Ronnie Duren, Kamaal Fareed, Jack N Mcnair, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Reggie Noble, Sean Du Val Price, Erick Sermon, Malik Izaak Taylor

Lyric:
They don't like us
Word up
They don't like us
They ain't gotta like us fuck them son

Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin' this
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness

(Now, by all means)
I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit b'out it 'bout it Mystikal
(Starang, we been missin' you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical

I can't talk, now, read about it in the interview
(While y'all up in D&D)
I caught two and three stitches
I was still gettin' bitches in the tunnel takin' pictures
In the mazda listenin' to 'Kris, I Got Next'
I wanted hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

Aiyo, shit goes down
Time to throw down, show up this a showdown
So, down low, now, I'm low down
Hold down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town first go round

Yo smile'll quickly be switched, bitch, and you'll frown
When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out
Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word
Shut the fuck up, probably cryin' hold down

Tired of punk asses, takin' shit for a joke
Now, watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door
Act like you know now
We could be so foul, shake your hand, run up in ya bitch, no doubt

I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that

Shit, yo' game be asses, I got two passes to the Baja
Then turn into night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege
I ain't got to brag because I did it
Run before the rap when I was scrappin'

On these motherfuckin' mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin'
I ain't got to front, I make it happen
Strictly snappin' necks, strictly macs and techs
Head all night over, deuce, deuce, the feds

Yo, matter fact, here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin'
First of all there won't be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I ain't havin' no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why? Why?
(Why?)

Why ask? Why say goodbye to mister nice guy? Say hi to the bad guy
Four horsemen head the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of human torch, man, this shit scorchin'

Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my shit a make your teeth hurt
Word is bond Jovi B you wildin'
My dick don't stay out, my high stop ridin'
(My dick)

Son, niggaz tryin' ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Run up in the piece think you gone dead that fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

U.S. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
We could take it ol' school at 3, meet me in the back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Yo, yo, where ya at?
To all my peoples Hennessey passed off
Give a toast to my whole MFC
While you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation

Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town thinking
When I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my niggas to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We miss you, stick a niggas roll and his fool clique
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull

U.S. Marshall and your little, whittle, when left is caught up on my pillow
Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' fag
MFC keep it cookin'
(Keep it cookin')

We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central Brooklyn
Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, bust the sha sha
Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door
(Now, we blow the spot)

Armed and dedicated semi under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin' the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't havin' that)

I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that

You don't got no wins in mi casa
My shit's proper, you still suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I still fire from helicopters
Watch the birdie, I heard him tell the tale to the coppers

Clock ya comin' from the precinct singin' operas
Met you at ya crib from the blind side, I dropped ya
Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa

Yo, live niggaz on the wall, write that smoke, crack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you back fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin that)

Y'all niggaz think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
And if you niggaz owe me dough, besta get my trap, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, you know they can't stand me
'Cuz my crew pack heat like Miami
Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's
They be killin' me, how they willingly be grillin' me

'Cuz they shorty wop just be feelin' me
Could it be my name or my big gold chain?
Now, when we in the airport on our way to soul train
I got niggaz on the West coast
(West side)

That meet me at the airport, carryin' weed in they trench coats
In business class, eatin' French toast and coffee
Tell the stewardess to back up off me we on y'all
Warned ya but y'all still couldn't wait for the all-time great
William H. word up

And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, don't fuck her raw, here's a jimmy hat, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Here's a tic-tac, your breath smell like ass crack, fuck that

And when you know that when you're MFC, you're MFC for life
98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

What The F*** - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: What The F***
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Darryl Richardson Ii, Jonathan H Smith

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Lyric:
It's so groovy, nigga, ay, Lil' Jo
Hand me the beat, nigga, show these niggaz what it really is
BME click, it's goin' down tonight
This for everybody in the club you know
The street that wanna know what the fuck goin' on in dis bitch

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

Fuck the bullshit, beat that ass to the flo'
He twistin' an' he shakin' like a goddamn ho'
Don't run or bat me, always tryin' to attack me
Destroy your brain cells from the heads I be clappin'

I'll buck all day, I'll buck all night
Damn right, I beat ya ass in the goddamn fight
Don't stand so close, getcha damn nose broke
Tryna gimme dap when you see me, bitch, you ain't my folk

You be tryin' me, I'm a thug ass G
I'mma switch you sidewayz I'mma charge a post up fee
Thug straight trappin' 'til I get rich off this rappin'
I ain't got no friends, gotta watch who's heads I be snappin'

Flippin' an' flappin' at the mouth, yeah, it's off the chain
Spit pimpin' on a real bitch, just to get brain
What the fuck is you tryin' me for?
I ain't no bitch, I ain't no lame ho'

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
I beat the fuck out ya ass an' run ya bitch ass home
I'ma young thug nigga, I ain't no fuckin' joke
If I ain't no lame nigga, what the fuck you eyein' for?

Talkin' all that shit, bitch, take it outside
Pop ya 'bout 3 times, now ya turn clockwise
I ain't playin, I done been tried
Damn near took a life, used to call me Chuckie
'Coz I stabbed a man wit a knife

My life tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin' BME, leavin' hoes pussy wet
All I punch is niggas dawg, I don't fight no bitch
I gotta hoe in the car, that'll get up in this shit

I'm gone an' pissed off, my brains an' nerve lost
I carry my own coffee, you spill, you get tossed
An' last but not least, bitch, quit tryin' me
You ain't got no business mothafuckin' eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

Hataz dress to impress but they missed a spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity plot
But I gotta 380 waitin' so, keep ya eyes up off me
Keep ya eyes off my dick an' get ya own damn money

You bony mothafucka, getcha head split right open
I do it in the street an' leave ya neighborhood spoken
An' they hopin' that the mothafuckin' war is over
These lyrics so diverse that a click clack an' break ya shoulder

I done rolled up on the south side of the Av
If you keep lookin', I'ma bust ya ass in ya face
I ain't gon' bless, I'ma just make an example
All that unloyal shit gon getcha fuck ass toppled

When I cock back, my piece is gonna sound like, ?Bam?
Hit ya ass so hard, the fuckin' crowd say, ?Damn
You just got knocked the fuck out"
That's the way we do niggaz that's eyein' in the south

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Fuck That Nigga - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Fuck That Nigga
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Teruis Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga 'Fuck ya' and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him

Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section we goin' to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads

Nigga catch a felony, he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state, we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin', I'll attack like a rhino

Some of the time motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Stay from 'round here, I tell ya these niggas ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways and in the cuts
Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up

People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right, that's how it is on the block
Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds and Reebok's

Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked up attitude totin' a big chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of [Incomprehensible]

We ain't tryin' ta see the jail house
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Come through the hood where ya hang with a K and when I see ya
What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, nigga, leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet

I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a hot boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' blockah, blockah from four fours

I'm a dog with a gun in my hand I cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up, chopped up, did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin

Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga, don't please me
I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, nigga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me, fuck his whole clique, nigga
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga

You don't like me that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you that mean I don't like you
The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga

Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch ass niggas throwin' bricks [Incomprehensible]
It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me

We got this here and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga

We comin' through, nigga, we layin' it down, nigga
And we just doin' what we do, keepin' it real

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Friday, August 20, 2010

On The Run - Lyrics - 19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury - Naughty By Nature

Title: On The Run
Album: 19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): George Clinton, Keir Gist, James H Boxeley, Vincent Brown, Carlton Ridenhour, Hank Shocklee, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
No crooked cops, pass my pocket or my peoples
'Cause they evil to my people
Fuck procedure, hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure
Banged before, ain't forgettin', go 'head start, all your crap
And get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven

Routine stops, how often? Tri day before last week, word
Always tryin' to pull me over on these dark ass streets
Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga
Mr. Fuck-a-cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got

My boo stops for nathin', know that bonnie and Clyde
If that was then there'll be no Texas if you Tommy's inside
Chasin' cases got that badge and know you runnin' the place
But that ain't nar' a fuckin' reason, have them guns in my face

And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie, go jerk off
Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same thing we've done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

Hardcore on my block just because I'm black
'Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car
Well, motherfucker I'm not knowin' what they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin' is my naughty hear

No, I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
By slangin' records by the millions, what you question me fo'?
Runnin' my plates, registration and insurance thus far
L X fo'-seventy's my company car

So next time you think about, pullin' over Uncle Vinnie
I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin' city
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

So you won't, give the illy nones, like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge
Yeah, protect and serve that ass, with a Billy club
Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya
Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer

To put it plain I'm sick of ya, cherry tops are pitiful
Break bones and ligaments, can't fix it, so dig shit
To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit
That's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit

Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
But they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two, who?
The block out thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too
Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules?

I got somethin' for those droppin' a loss
And somethin' else for all you faggots pullin' me out of my car
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Fuck You - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Fuck You
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Chad Butler, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, nigga
Now look at the bad bitches, nigga

Fuck them industry niggas, makin' it hard on me
Fuck that, I'ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, niggas, I'm straight, ya heard me?
Let's go, this is real gangsta shit right here, check this out, look

Damn nigga, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown ass man, bitch, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best when I'm cruisin', laid back
With some trill ass niggas that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can't wait to push a nigga face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill 'cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage shit trill and from my heart, man, I feel

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Get your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass
I got a '84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass
I'm a young pimp nigga with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy niggas can't fuck with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level, it ain't shit
Some real trill niggas for life up in this bitch

I never go to war without that motherfuckin' gun
Down South, bitch, we like DMC and run
Like Chuck D say, bitch, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch, I'll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin', niggas knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck you, nigga, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor, bang a nigga, Southside gangsta nigga

Fuck everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin' out 3
I beat that pussy out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bullshittin' with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that dick in yo' ass

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck all y'all niggas
If you ain't rollin' with us, fuck you, nigga
Nigga makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on the motherfuckin' shirt, nigga

Nigga, face the shit, nigga
If your ass washed up, you washed up
It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga
And we don't play no game

Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit, nigga
But we put that tool on yo' bitch ass nigga
Go shit yo' ass down, nigga
Garbage ass nigga, BFI ass nigga

Nigga, we got in this shit straight off you know
Real shit, we got in these streets our damn self, nigga
Nigga makin' all these, we goin' let that shit go though, man
But you know what? F U C K you, mothafucka, nigga, fuck you

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