Fuck Them Bitches - Lyrics - Kelis

Title: Fuck Them Bitches
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): William Adams, George Jr Pajon

Lyric:
What, what, what, what, what, what?
What, what, what, what, what, what?

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
"That?s right", I said it

Walkin? down the, walkin? down the
Walkin? down the, walkin? down the
Walkin? down the hallway, lookin? at chickens
Talkin? mad shit but they don?t wanna listen
Listen, why y?all trippin??
I aint tryna fight but you lookin? for a whippin?
(Ooh)

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gonna do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gonna do?

I heard you was sayin? this
And that about me and so and so
And how we did this and that
But I don?t really like you talkin? shit behind my back
And if you don?t stop, you might catch a little what?

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?

I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me
I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?
(What, what, what, what, what, what?)

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
"That?s right", I said it

Look, girl, look
Keep my name out your mouth
I?ll keep my foot out your butt
'Cause you don?t know whassup
So mind you biz and shut the fuck up

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?

Everybody always wanna sit around and gossip
In everybody business, always tryna talk shit
You could say that bitch, ho but save that shit for later
'Cause you in the Kool-Aid and don?t know the flavor

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?

I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me
I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?
(What, what, what, what, what, what?)

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
"That?s right", I said it

I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me
I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?
(What, what, what, what, what, what?)

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
(What?)
"That?s right", I said it

What, what, what, what, what, what?

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Lie To Kick It - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Lie To Kick It
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Don Blackman, Warren Griffin, James Brown, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Richard L. Serrell

Lyric:
Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you
I dedicate this to my nigga, Mike Tyson
If she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Jack of all trades, ballin' like Jordan, you punk
Fake inside the paint, in fact I know you can't
Do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo' jock, you claim you run the block

Polyurethane busta, cracked in half
You claim you foldin' bank but I know yo' bank stank
I lived around the corner, I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more? You weighed a buck 04

You sold ya TV for a buck 'cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate an' you done gained some weight
You's a baller, lyin' to them youngstas quick
Got them thinkin' you sick an' representin' yo' click

But you's an old basehead, kickin' too much hype
Yo' bicentennial pipe, it got rally stripes
An' if they knew yo' identity you'd probably be the victim of a stickin'
You ain't got to lie to kick it

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it, y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
About some shit that never took place
An' what you see is what you get, that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose, exposed the fuckin' phony

I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
With them bitches, they be freaky, they don't know me
Hey, it's gettin' drastic, gunnin' niggas down
'Cause they plastic, sleep on a G an' get that ass kicked

An' stuffed inside a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafuckin' last hit
Hey an' wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
An' every time I bust a nut, I fuck for Tyson

'Cause I know the real on the bitch
She got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
An' got a nigga screamin', ?Fuck that bitch?

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Well if a bitch'll be a bitch, then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nigga, Richie Rich an' we be all up in the mix
This is 'Thug Life', baby, rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine an' I'll stay outta yours

It's a Oakland thang an' bitch, you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin', ?Fuck yo' man?
But now you beefin' on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jockin'
Hey bitch, I got no time for hoes, I'm steady clockin'

An' if it ain't about a buck, I gives a fuck
It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
So what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me?
Bitch, you better see Trojan about yo' baby
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
'Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin'

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

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Barrin' You Bitches - Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Barrin' You Bitches
Album: When The Smoke Clears
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston

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Lyric:
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches

These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start, when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches y'all ain't got the guns, bitches y'all ain't got the funds

Fuckin' around with Three to Six
I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys

Crunchy catch that trick back on that
Ways he still remember them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close
I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

I say we marchin' and steppin'
Plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin'?
Always dissin' with rappin'

How you bumpin' our shit
Then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step
We been in this shit you rookie bitch

Let me see who it be, shh psych boy
I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus, you Satan

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

Now I ain't fucked up 'bout these niggas dissin'
'Cause a nigga givin' these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching
Starin' at a fuckin' weapon

Know your momma taught you better
Never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now
Or stall around and kill you later

Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches
And fold them up like aluminium foil

And keep loadin' them guns
Takin' 'em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks
Until the job is done

Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce

Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe, ain't no motherfuckin' boss
Fall to the earth [unverified]

Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes

Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the Infamous know you
So and so and toe and toe, I take the flow

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

Ah, [unverified] dress up on my head see
Heard dat? Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga
Hell yeah, jumped up out the bed
'Cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?

[Unverified] 4 clickas
Ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no [unverified] out this place
Like that fog up in my face

Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no busta bitch, okay?
Grab that gat cocked and handle
Like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

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Murder - Down For My N'S - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Down For My N'S
Artist: C
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Craig Lawson, Magic Corey Miller, Carlos Stephens, X

Lyric:
Man, fuck them niggas, ha ha
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

Bitch, I'm down with no limit, I'll ride for the 'cause
I'm the nigga on the tank with the big fuckin' balls
And if anybody fuck with Snoop Doggy Dogg
I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall

And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin' out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin' time nigga, any fuckin' where

Make 'em bleed is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me it's a must you die
Them niggas might goin' run but them niggas can't hide
It's like shootin' yourself, it's a suicide

KLC rock the beat, hittin' hard like burt
Niggas in the Nolia know him as Big Hurt
Just like soulja slim he'll put you in the dirt
And have your picture on front of a t-shirt

And when I make moves I got a hundred niggas with me
Just in case a nigga out there tryin' a get me
All my niggas is down to squeeze the trigger
That's why I'm down for my motherfuckin' niggas

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

What you ain't heard Boi, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Do a drive by with my forty five, 'cause I'm down with these niggas
Snoop Dogg and Bossalinie

Don't shoot now nigga just call me when you need me
Believe me, I never bite the hand that feed me
Just point them niggas out and
I'll leave 'em all on the street bleeding
Bitch, you fuckin' with a grown man

How I be done waxed you in your house?
And then buried you on your own land
See the cops is scared to come and get me
But I don't blame 'em 'cause they know
I got a bunch of thug niggas with me

Lookin' for trouble starting shit
I'm ridin' solo and I'm bustin'
And gettin' rid of your dick
See your boys ain't 'bout beefing

When you fuckin' with niggas that'll
Definitely get you internal sleep
But if you didn't get the fuckin' picture
Bitch, I'm down for my niggas

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

What niggas, them niggas, yeah dawg, you with it?
Fuck 'em, let's get 'em, do 'em, I did 'em
We gettin' nutty in this motherfucker
(Nutty in this motherfucker)

I got my buddy in this motherfucker
Leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker
We in the cutty motherfucker
You done, done too much, you got it comin' motherfucker

Some of these niggas is "Bitches 2"
And some of these niggas look just like you
Well, where I'm from we like to ride on pros
Do it from the shoulders or do it from the toes

I do my dirt all by my lonely
(All by my lonely)
C-Murder and Magic, hell, yeah, them my motherfuckin' homies
So when shit get thick and foggy
And niggas wanna act like they wanna get with Snoop Doggy

Lemme let you niggas know
(What's up?)
Shit, fuck what you goin' through
And fuck what you stand for?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

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Barrin You B**Hes - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Barrin You B**Hes
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches

These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start, when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches y'all ain't got the guns, bitches y'all ain't got the funds

Fuckin' around with Three to Six
I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys

Crunchy catch that trick back on that
Ways he still remember them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close
I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

I say we marchin' and steppin'
Plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin'?
Always dissin' with rappin'

How you bumpin' our shit
Then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step
We been in this shit you rookie bitch

Let me see who it be, shh psych boy
I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus, you Satan

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

Now I ain't fucked up 'bout these niggas dissin'
'Cause a nigga givin' these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching
Starin' at a fuckin' weapon

Know your momma taught you better
Never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now
Or stall around and kill you later

Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches
And fold them up like aluminium foil

And keep loadin' them guns
Takin' 'em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks
Until the job is done

Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce

Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe, ain't no motherfuckin' boss
Fall to the earth [unverified]

Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes

Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the Infamous know you
So and so and toe and toe, I take the flow

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

Ah, [unverified] dress up on my head see
Heard dat? Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga
Hell yeah, jumped up out the bed
'Cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?

[Unverified] 4 clickas
Ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no [unverified] out this place
Like that fog up in my face

Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no busta bitch, okay?
Grab that gat cocked and handle
Like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Stick them bitches for riches

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Jealous Girls - Lyrics - Thug Misses - Khia

Title: Jealous Girls
Album: Thug Misses
Artist: Khia
Composer(s): Khia Chambers, Michael Williams, David Merriweather

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Lyric:
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)

I'm a bad ass bitch
And let you know I ain't with that bullshit
You get me wrong, I'ma go off in this bitch
His shit, your shit, y'all shit
'Cause all I'm tryin' to do is keep it real
And let you broads really know how I feel
I'm not askin', I'm demanding for respect
And if not it's your chin I'm gonna check

Bitch, respect me when I come through
I'm looking good, tan skin wit my crew
And brush you off 'cause you flaw, who you
Tryin' to see trust the speed, girl you weak?
Do your thang, it's your thang, don't be scared
The men, I got them and you know I got the bling
The style, I got the style, you know I'm onto you
'Cause you's a hoe, a jealous hoe, you know it too

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

And you know it too
You arguing with your man, fighting about me boo
If he ain't home you call him swearin' he's with me
And yes he is, we in Jacuzzis and the baddest suites
You breakin' bread, givin' head and you hatin' me
I'm looking good representing while you hating me
Hate your man, he the dog and he dogging you
I'm getting mine, let if fly out your mind, your boo

Get it right, don't be jealous hating, plotting on me
It's your man, you leave the dip if you ain't want it to be
With his games and his lies got you jealous of me
Got you walk right by late night to see
His car parked outside, done blowed you high
Got you fucking up the shit, got you wanting to fight
Pimp when I turn 'em loose you grow jealous of me
Wondering what it is I'm doing, why he wanting to leave?

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

Bitches think, I wonder, woman wanna holla to this
How else the fresh young single I'm the baddest bitch
It's mine all the time, y'all be losing your mind
Trying to find out what I'm doing, know the place and the time
Get a life dumb bitch, why you worry about me?
Get your own shit bitch, I hear you plotting on me
My shits together got it all, never takin' the fall
Air time much love, bitch I ain't worried at all

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)

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It'S All Good - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: It'S All Good
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Kenton Nix, Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I Love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
Love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

Chickens is good for plucking
So I'm stickin' bitches, fuckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin'

I've done it all
From mackin' 2 hoes, on a three -way
Dominican hoes on b day
Country hoes in V A

And they all say this
The same about my game it's tight
Thats why every night
A different group of bitches start a fight
Over some dick that they don't even own

All I'm givin' them is the bone
Blowin' up a niggaz phone
But ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
But turns into a cruel thing

Whats up girlfriend you game?
No wonder why when I leave at night
It's because I thieve at night
I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right

I fuck their head up with some slick shit
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit
Make it some quick shit but rip shit
Then I'm out just like the trash on a Thursday
Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches yo

Flocks of bitches by the dozens from sisters to cousins
Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't
Ever gonna do like knowin'
I'd fuck the bitch that she was close to
Still gave up the ass and dough she was supposed to

Pictures of bitches and flicks of chicks
Videos with the baddest hoes sucking dick
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong
And at least can't help but get strong

'Cause the game is too strong
I like 'em greedy black like Edi
Eyes beady willin' to give to the needy

And I done ran through 'em all
From around the way bitches in them
Outta state hoes
And we been hitting gay bitches

All I tell 'em is let me get that then it's on
Knock her mothafuckin' boots and then I'm gone
I got the white bitches sayin' it's a black thing
'Cause I leave that hoe with no dough
And plenty back pain

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
And they can get shot by the way ya niggaz flip drop
Walk up in the spot knowin' what she want strictly
When hun wants the dickly hun comes and gets me

Hastily haze me does it get crazy
Known to be swayze 'cause thats Daddy's baby
I keep them hoes in check like the Government
Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick and they lovin' it

Huggin' it like it's they best friend 'cause it is cord to mix
Fuckin' with tricks is just biz I deal with strictly dimes
Got 'em commitin' they first crimes
'Cause she suckin' dick for the first time

And ain't no secret but how I freak it
When it's sleek it never knew how I peeped it
Then creped it that's how I know this must be that shit
I tell them bitches I'll be back and they believe that shit

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day and all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day and all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?

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Fuck Y'All Niggas - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: Fuck Y'All Niggas
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Dwayne Battle, Rashia Fisher

Lyric:
Yeah, Rah Digga once again, about to set it on niggas
Representing for all my bitches across the globe
Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon

Say fuck y'all niggas
(Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas
(Everyone of y'all niggas)

Don't trust y'all niggas
(Don't trust y'all niggas)
Fuck all y'all niggas
(Fuck all y'all niggas)

All my bitches that had it up to here
We about to make changes coming in the new year
Say fuck y'all niggas
(Fuck y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas
(Don't trust y'all niggas)

Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers
Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers
Fuck y'all niggas
(Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas
(Everyone of y'all niggas)

Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, Nike and Adidas, shell money
Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang
Gasp, thinking you gon' put some shit in money

It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting
Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it
Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels

Fuck y'all bitches
(Fuck y'all bitches)
Fuck all y'all bitches
(Fuck all y'all bitches)

I don't trust y'all bitches
(Don't trust y'all bitches)
So fuck y'all bitches
(Fuck y'all bitches)

On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in
So when I fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the Hilton
Fake dime hoes, you give 'em Aliz
You can smell their tongues from a hundred miles away

Y'all lame Gucci bitches
(Fake Gucci bitches)
Stink coochi bitches
(Stink coochi bitches)

My niggas pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck
'Cause [unverified] we might not touch, how that sounding?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling

Tell your girls 'Fuck everyone of us'
Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and I

Let your pretty ass run loose
And go distract the cops, while your ass go boost

Say fuck y'all niggas
(Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas
(Everyone of y'all niggas)

Don't trust y'all niggas
(Don't trust y'all niggas)
Fuck all y'all niggas
(Fuck all y'all niggas)

Fuck y'all bitches
(Fuck y'all bitches)
Fuck all y'all bitches
(Fuck all y'all bitches)

I don't trust y'all bitches
(Don't trust y'all bitches)
So fuck y'all bitches
(Fuck y'all bitches)

Say fuck y'all niggas
(Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas
(Everyone of y'all niggas)

Don't trust y'all niggas
(Don't trust y'all niggas)
Fuck all y'all niggas
(Fuck all y'all niggas)

Fuck y'all bitches
(Fuck y'all bitches)
Fuck all y'all bitches
(Fuck all y'all bitches)

I don't trust y'all bitches
(Don't trust y'all bitches)
So fuck y'all bitches
(Fuck y'all bitches)

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Murderer - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Murderer
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson

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Lyric:
Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Motherfuckin' murderer, shot my fuckin' brother
But when I find him, I'm gone get that motherfucker
He playin' the role of one them niggas that's always talkin' noise
Runnin' inside, talkin' that shit, front of his fuckin' boys
Fuck that, I'm lockin' that bolt back
Loadin' that gat, here that glock come
Out'cha fuckin' head, standin' on the corner
I'm peepin' on ya, so I can creep up on ya

Calmin' my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick 'em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I done reached for that nine
I'm gone do you in, I'm tellin' ya bitch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin'
Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin'
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin' it up like a bone, bitch I know you are

Talkin' head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just 'cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin' brave
Got a gat I got a glock, what'cha gone do?
Handle your business, don't let your business handle you

Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Pull your shirt down bitch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit
It don't matter how many fuckin' guns you got
The only thing that mater, is a nigga, to get the first shot
'Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin' to the street
Bitch retreat or that ass is dead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin' feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street

When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a fake bitch
Let you know just who you fuckin' with
But I ain't that type of nigga
That's liable to shoot you over no dumb shit
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just 'cuz
you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys
Gankin' niggas I'm gettin' downright scandolous

You can't handle this
So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step
'Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin' chest
I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, 'cuz I might miss
I'ma walk up to your face, Pop point blank bitch
That's what you get, from out there tryin' to go act bad
Not even Bruce Lee, could whoop a bullet ass
Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin'

If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin'
I'm poppin' the clip in
Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run but I'ma catch 'em

Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
And cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?
Fuck no, I ain't caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin' behind 'em
Get up, pack my shit and I'll stop, and then I'll fuckin' find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit, 'cuz I'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play, goes the A.K.

Sprayin' on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin' at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the A.K., bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm blood thirsty

Fuck that, wait 'til Friday, payday
Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J
Now wait 'til the weekend, hey, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go creepin'
But you better be watchin' your back 'cuz I'm sneakin'
Waitin' for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday
God gone have to forgive me, 'cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
No, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

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You Scared, Pt. 2 - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: You Scared, Pt. 2
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
You scared hoe, you scared hoe
You scared hoe, kickin' in the door
I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

You scared hoe, you scared hoe
You scared hoe, kickin' in the door
I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Bust in with that 45, make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin' on them thangs, make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man, make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man, make them bitches sag it up

Take it to the spot man now it's time to crank it up
Don't play, tomorrows a brighter day, I gotta pack it up
Mean's I bees the first up on the block, I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones, oh boy, I gotta track it up

Fuckin' with you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin' at a empty plate don't make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gonna make me wanna creep it up
Even though my pockets don't get deep, they ain't got deep enough

Wishin' I could rob me a bank but I ain't thief enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart, they sleep enough
And it's 'bout the time I get my back then I need it up
Time to find another boy, time I gettin' a Rita

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin' that Juicy J, fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand in front of your house, I'm 'bout to buck you cowards on the spot

Heard you talkin' loud at the tuff, I guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station, boy quit tryin' to pump your watch
Police yellow tape, somebody blood they wipin' with a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block

The Mafia Boys, we get the toys, make you drop it off
Pass me the gun, I take the handle then I saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off
Hum on the drank and full of dank, ready to break the law

I see them fuzz, I see we won 'cause I won it all
So fucken scared, you talkin' gahos, want it, oh want it, oh
But we don't care, we like 'em Dallas standin' ten feet tall
Buckin' you, blastin' you, watch you splatter on the fucken wall

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Creepin' carefully through the street because it's very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity, ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone I know, they do whatever just to get a meal
Or what's in the bottle or the baggie or what's under seal

Careful of the company you keep, everyone a treal
'Cause when robbas, mobbas double jaw, just to bust appeal
You got hustler's, dealer's bankin' every town, every field
Guess, what I don't hang around the brothers, so, so mass a girl

Crunchy Black, in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang, do you understand?
Mess with me then your messin' with the grownest man
Where I'm from, from the slum, nigga's shootin' a thang

On the run now you see me in the papers man
They were tryin' to stop a nigga from doin' his thang
Can't you mug is the song that I'm singin' man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin' for the chain

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

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Bitches Ain'T Shit - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: Bitches Ain'T Shit
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Tenaia Sanders, Jonathan H Smith, Dajuan L Walker, Colin Wolfe, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Cordozar Broadus, Nathaniel D Hale, Tracy Curry, Andre R Young

Lyric:
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets

Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at

But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit

Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

Now, as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
But we don't love them hoes, bitch and it's like that

This is what you look for in a hoe who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this, beyach

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

To the store, to get me a 4 0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so I could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet

And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes

How could you trust a hoe?
'Cuz a hoe's a trick
I don't love them tricks
'Cuz a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out now

I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung

The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre

Scooped in a coupe, Snoop, we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin' chin checkin'

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See, my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo

(Bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

(Bitches ain't shit)
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
(Bitches ain't shit)
But I and her know that they can't fade this

'Cuz I'm doin' my own thing
(Bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing

I say you know can't deal
(Bitches ain't shit)
'Cuz I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill

Because I don't give a fuck
(Bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck

And now I gotta do some
I gotta do some shit that's clean
(Bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flo' ho

But they can't hang with my type on swang
(Bitches ain't shit)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With the tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(Bitches ain't shit)

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Let A Killa - Lyrics - Bizzar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Let A Killa
Album: Bizzar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Sick of this bull shit
All these bitches thinking they're the fuckin' whip
Just 'cuz they got a neden, fuck yer neden bitch
That's right an don't call me sexist 'cuz I ain't sexist
I'm the sexiest, but I ain't sexist
If I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest, sexist
Bitch call me sexy, sex, sexy, sexist

I see you hoes on TV glamorous models super celebrities
Rolls-Royce fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood let me spank dat ass
I want a famous hoe, a bitch on top with some helly bank role
I been chasin' a girl from letters to Cleo, but she broke her neato

Mariah Carry man forget it, if O.D.B hit it I cant fuck wit it
Nuttin' against ole dirty or nuthin'
But I know he at least got herpes or something

I wouldn't mind fucking Britney Spears
In a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
With that bitch, in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock workin' the streets

All them hoes fantasies
About juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
But they too scared to let it be
So instead they fuck Ricky Martin
And pretend its me

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Huh, let's see where to begin, knock knock, who's there?
A ball sac for ya chin, I be fuckin' them business hoes that jock
From them interns up to the presidents wife

Now Shelly ain't famous but I still put 'em in a bone through
The glitzy glaze grabbin' A J, I don't give a fuck
But Clyde walked in his jaw dropped down
Act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown

I had the secretary on the top of the desk
Ass hole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smokin' up keepin' blunts with the janitor
Fuck all them hoes, say jock ask my manager

Business women in executive halls
Let yo head down an tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old
Dusty ass neden with a loopy foam

Like this one chick I fucked in the dark
I had the bitch moanin' like a happy ass retard
We finished turn on the lights it was horrid
Oh shit Sharon Osbourne

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

I wanna fuck Carmen Electra
'Cuz she'll fuck anybody first day she met ya
But as soon as you fall off the map
She on to the next guy like "Sigh" baby

Let me fuck a famous hoe one night
I'll post the video up on our web site
Me an Shaggy may might sit with the stars
But my boyz are out back breakin' into your cars

Dumb hoes quit fuckin' them richees
Wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys
Frenchies straight out the hair salon
With a faggot ass name like Jean

We the ones from the other side yellin'
Clown love bitch, , I'm the ghetto ride
I won't take you on the expensive trip's
But I'll part yo neden lips

Hehhe people wanna ride wit dem or us
Jaguar with ken or a simple bus
Fuck you then we don't need you hoes
I.C.P forever with the juggalos

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Sick of this bull shit
That's right you need to stay on TV
Because this is my reality
But I'm even sick of these hottys
In the real world like at the beach

I see you at the beach bitch wearing your thong bikini
You one of those bitch beaches
You're one of them beaches at the bitch
You're one of them a you a bitch at the beach
An I'm sick of that shit

Because the bottom line is this, I'm a go to the mothafuckin' bitch
With my mothafuckan speedo's on
An I'm a walk up an down the beach like, sup bitch?
Ha ha ha bitch bitch
Ooh we're gonna have fun he he he ooh yes

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How Many Wanna - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: How Many Wanna
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, R Mays

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc., nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo, yo

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

Never gon' see shit without the Lord, they say
What's a nigga to do but kneel down and pray
Lord, forgive me
They're lookin' down on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit

Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes then click
Once I'm dead maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me

Niggas hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit, niggas hitting at Ja don?t even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went black and red over night
You're all welcome
Niggas know you wanna live my life

May God help ?em
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
Bitches and ice got me lovin' hell?s paradise
You feelin' me?

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

My life is caught up in some other shit
But I do deal with it
If it floods your heart, live it
Nigga don't die wit it

Just 'cause my soul?s trippin' outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
It?s gotta be the drug role, give me leave-way
Cock it back and undload murderers don't fold
Any actions need to be shown?

There we go, lots of holes
Always rap upon my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes

We that heat, can't be froze
We that burnin' that leaves you cold
We them guns you can't unload
We that platinum, not that gold

We them niggas you just can?t touch
We them niggas that?s just too much
Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

Evidently these niggas wanna out my life
If you had your way I would be dead on sight
But I shed my pain so now is my love is life
Niggas hatin' on Ja and shit ain't even half as tight

Hey, you feeling me?
Niggas don?t wanna get to close, I?m cut throat
Throw em away like bad coke
You ain't know?

Ja Rule's a killa nigga
Ain?t the one to be fucked with
Fuck around, get dealt with
Cock and slide, pull the clip
Nigga ya fearin' this

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

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Let'S Ride - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Let'S Ride
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Jeffrey Atkins, Irv Gotti

Lyric:
Fuckin' clown ass motherfuckas, man
Who they think they fuckin' with?
These niggas must be out of their fuckin' minds or somethin'
So, what you wanna do?

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where the fuck my thugs at?
Ready or not nigga ain't no turnin' back
Where the fuck my hoes at
Who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do that love
I'm just hear to fuck you know that, love
What you want, baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche, you holdin' me up

How many bitches wanna ride wit me
Or cum through wit the top down like ?
Where my bitches at? Hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at, end of the light
Weight now pop a gun wit them now
Niggas don't want it now, bet you motherfuckas foldin' now
Where the fuck them clowns at
Kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour

Where the fuck them whores at, get your dough, mama
I'm ride till the end of the road, baby
This life gonna drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' where the Lord gonna take me
Where the fuck my gangstaz at?
Cool never sweat under the gun
Where the fuck my mistress at?

At cock back ready to pop something
Since you niggaz all about frontin'
Let's see when and how you really want it
Y'all don't want my thugs to get up on it
Leave it alone but, we bought our liquor, now

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Bitch niggaz, better smarten up
Before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin' wit Ja, you know you got a lot of luck
But nowadays you ain't gettin' out as much
What the fuck iz up baby boy you scared or what
I swiss nothin' but the hot shit
So, I hear you wanna pop shit, you don't know who you
Fuckin' wit, let me show why life's a bitch

I went through drug money, hustlin' every day just to get a taste
Through gun or blood money, killin' niggaz back then for a small face
Got in the hot money, whats yours was mine in every case
Now it's play money, spit the raw and if more get chased
Holla out my niggaz, be the word of mouth
My bitches bang head like the dirty south nigga bounce
Row my niggaz, ride my bitches if you ain't heard nigga ride out wit us
Where the fuck all my murderers, hit up wit the heat, nigga just because
Got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

The Lord is callin' me recently but ain't got time to speak
Lord what you want with me, hope it ain't my time for the grim to reap
Niggaz be killin me, turn around, look them mud eye gun' em down
That's how I hit' em in it, cool 'em off, what the fuck is you hollin' bout
Niggaz be runnin' wild paid to strip, let'em have till the sun hit
Will never calm down deal wit it, a lot of niggaz get killed for this
Especially my niggaz, rest in peace to my dogs who I love to death
For when I die niggaz, heaven and hell
I've been down wit some of the best, yeah, niggaz

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

C'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride
C'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride

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