Get A Lil' Bit Of This - Lyrics - Jagged Edge - Jagged Edge

Title: Get A Lil' Bit Of This
Album: Jagged Edge
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Brandon D Casey, Brian D Casey, Chris Spruell

Lyric:
I ain't tryin' to be funny, baby
But don't get too close
Ya know what I mean?
I'm nice with it

If you get a lil' bit of this
Yeah then you just might trip
Yeah, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout boy I need that hit
Yeah, JE, y'all

Don't make me make you lose your composure
'Cause I'm good with this
Oh, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking bout how I need that hit
That's if you get it, get a lil' bit of this

Don't mean to be [unverified]
But when I sling it down
I can go around for rounds
All the things that I do, they might make you crazy

You'll be wondering how
How it's early in the day and you wantin' me
Straight home from the job still wantin' it
Been caught up since she got up
When you got up out my bed
Don't worry, you won't lose your spot now

The way you drop it down
The way you do
The way you turn around
Baby that's a fool

Body so hot but she's so cool
She make me forget
When I'm out with my crew
If you get a lil' bit of this

If you get a lil' bit of this
Yeah Then you just might trip
Yeah, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout boy I need that hit

Don't make me make you lose your composure
'Cause I'm good with this
Oh, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout how I need that hit
That's if you get it, get a lil' bit of this

[Unverified]
As soon as I touch down
You'll be waiting there on me
Things I do to your body
Might be illegal in like 10 other cities

Way I get you from behind you be lovin' it
Outside, in the car straight thuggin' it
You can look all over but you'll never find this
You better appreciate now

The way you drop it down
The way you do
The way you turn around
Baby that's a fool

Body so hot but she's so cool
She make me forget
When I'm out with my crew
If you get a lil' bit of this

If you get a lil' bit of this
Yeah then you just might trip
(You just might trip)
Yeah, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout boy I need that hit

Don't make me make you lose your composure
(Baby)
'Cause I'm good with this
(See, I try to tell you)
Oh, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout how I need that hit
That's if you get it, get a lil' bit of this

All the things we do
It should be a law against me and you
Your good ass, too [unverified]
Everybody mad they want something this true
(True)

Somebody got my heart
Shine better than the 22s on my car
I can see us takin' this so far
I can tell you if you get a lil' bit

If you get a lil' bit of this
Yeah then you just might trip
(You just might trip)
Yeah, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout boy I need that hit

Don't make me make you lose your composure
(Baby)
'Cause I'm good with this
(Baby what it do)
Oh
(Baby)
I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout how I need that hit
That's if you get it, get a lil' bit of this

Get a lil' bit of this
'Cause I got a whole lot to give
The same thing black T-let the chain hang
East side niggas all in the same game

I only, with real niggas like Sos and Duke [unverified]
Young Jig, Young Jeezy, knock ball on truth
My nigga L, Lil Wheel, JE, baby
Got the club crazy, can't forget my nigga Larry
[Unverified]

South side family represent on that
Oh, go, my brother Wingo
Keely Keel from the Vill, Oozy from Ben Hill
Grand hustle hold it down, bank hand [unverified]
Known most of these niggas since they was wetting the bed

So that's a lil' bit of history, you can check me out
But since demo we been makin' them hoes hot
I been comin' through, I been sweatin' that spot

If you get a lil' bit of this
Yeah then you just might trip
(You just might trip)
Yeah, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout boy I need that hit

Don't make me make you lose your composure
(Baby)
'Cause I'm good with this
(See I try to tell you)
Oh, I can see her callin' me late at night
Talking 'bout how I need that hit
That's if you get it, get a lil' bit of this

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Just A Lil Bit (Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Just A Lil Bit (Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit

Damn baby, all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin' that back

Girl, shake that thing, yeah, work that thing
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
When you make it go round and round

I step up in the club, I'm like, "Who you wit?"
G-Unit in the house, yeah, that's my click
Yeah, I'm young but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves

I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy, I done warned you
Better listen when I talk, nigga, don't trip
Yo', heat in the car, mine's in this, bitch

I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on
And my diamonds, my fitted and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go
Then I'ma get in shorty ear and I'ma let her know

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

This is 50, comin' out your stereo
It's hard to tell though 'cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil' low 'cause I twist the 'dro
Pockets on swoll 'cause I move the O's

My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come, get your bitch, she on me, dawg
She must ta heard about the dough
Now Captain, c'mon and save a hoe

I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number 1 on the chart all the time, mayne
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, that's without a doubt

But shorty, shake that thang like a pro man
She backed it up on me, I'm like, "Oh man"
I got close enough to her so I know she could hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said, loud and clear

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

Baby, you got me feelin' right, you heard me?
My momma gone, you can spend the night, you heard me?
I ain't playin', I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me?
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

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Just A Lil Bit - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Just A Lil Bit
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit

Damn baby, all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin' that back

Girl, shake that thing, yeah, work that thing
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
When you make it go round and round

I step up in the club, I'm like, "Who you wit?"
G-Unit in the house, yeah, that's my click
Yeah, I'm young but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves

I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy, I done warned you
Better listen when I talk, nigga, don't trip
Yo', heat in the car, mine's in this, bitch

I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on
And my diamonds, my fitted and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go
Then I'ma get in shorty ear and I'ma let her know

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

This is 50, comin' out your stereo
It's hard to tell though 'cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil' low 'cause I twist the 'dro
Pockets on swoll 'cause I move the O's

My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come, get your bitch, she on me, dawg
She must ta heard about the dough
Now Captain, c'mon and save a hoe

I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number 1 on the chart all the time, mayne
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, that's without a doubt

But shorty, shake that thang like a pro man
She backed it up on me, I'm like, "Oh man"
I got close enough to her so I know she could hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said, loud and clear

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

Baby, you got me feelin' right, you heard me?
My momma gone, you can spend the night, you heard me?
I ain't playin', I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me?
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

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Just A Little Bit - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Just A Little Bit
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit

Damn baby, all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin' that back

Girl, shake that thing, yeah, work that thing
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
When you make it go round and round

I step up in the club, I'm like, "Who you wit?"
G-Unit in the house, yeah, that's my click
Yeah, I'm young but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves

I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy, I done warned you
Better listen when I talk, nigga, don't trip
Yo', heat in the car, mine's in this, bitch

I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on
And my diamonds, my fitted and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go
Then I'ma get in shorty ear and I'ma let her know

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

This is 50, comin' out your stereo
It's hard to tell though 'cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil' low 'cause I twist the 'dro
Pockets on swoll 'cause I move the O's

My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come, get your bitch, she on me, dawg
She must ta heard about the dough
Now Captain, c'mon and save a hoe

I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number 1 on the chart all the time, mayne
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, that's without a doubt

But shorty, shake that thang like a pro man
She backed it up on me, I'm like, "Oh man"
I got close enough to her so I know she could hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said, loud and clear

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

Baby, you got me feelin' right, you heard me?
My momma gone, you can spend the night, you heard me?
I ain't playin', I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me?
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

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Lil' Love - Lyrics - Strength and Loyalty - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Lil' Love
Album: Strength and Loyalty
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): James Philips, C. Scruggs, S. Howse, Jermaine Dupri, Shad Moss, A. Henderson, Shante Harris, Mariah Carey

Lyric:
Y'all know what this is

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Monday feelin? nice
Tuesday you act out
We just break up again
You want me to let you back in
But tonight I'm like no-o-o

My mind says no
But my body and soul said yes, I hate this mess
Boy, you just ain't no good for me
This ain't the way real love should be

Took you back once, took you back twice
Took you back three, four, five times
They said these tricks it?s over
Boy, you've been cross the line

Took you back once, took you back twice
Took you back three, four, five times
Can't stay in love wit you, somebody help me

[Incomprehensible] ***** was thugged out
But you bugged out, start trippin'
Flippin' on me all time and it's been like this all my life
No matter how I try

Guess it's the Thug in me
Got my mind on my money, man
I'm spendin' my time on the grind 'til I shine
I'm concentratin' on runnin' thangs

I've been tryna hold it down
And you steady tellin' me it's over now
She always talk loud
She always leave me but always come back around

That's just what we go through
And you know it's so true
Every time I slip up, she behind me
Gon' be right there to remind me

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Can we take a long walk on the beach, get away from the streets?
Baby girl, me and you need to rendezvous
Cancun next week, how that sound to you?
I've been meanin' to spend a little time witchu

I can tell you?re fed up from all of the promises
I've been makin' lately
And I haven?t delivered but I been so caught in my hustle
Tryna make this payment

And I shoulda considered your feelings
I shoulda been better about it
I shoulda been grown, not childish
I shoulda been way more polished

But my hustle done paid off
And I'm ready to spoil you, love
Come look, what cha boy gon' do?
Let me make this up to you

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Wheezy girl, I can't believe what you sayin'
You know you got it, should meet with my fans
But every time I get a break, I'm layin'
Where? In your arms, all night and day playin'

You want some time, I send you Jacob
Want sunshine then take a vacation
We ain't gon' make it if you keep complainin'
Everybody go through changes

Love is a dangerous thing
It's full of happy and sad faces
Break it up to make up later
Talk it out so it ain't no anger

We need more communication
You should have some consideration
?Cause you knew from the day we met
What type of player you was dealin' wit

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Everything I do, just for me and you
Stack a little paper so it's never rainy days
I got you, but just for me, then you got to
Understand that I hustle, hustle

Diamonds things, I gotta hustle, hustle
Anything that brings the weight up
See a real thug too it's in his nature
It's in his nature

Not tryna say that you about that paper
But me and you, yes, we like that paper
Overseas trips, diamonds on the wrists
You must admit, your boy gets that paper

I like bossin', girl, wit you beside me
Slide wit me, try and take it away
That's when I ride and ride

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

If you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

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Just A Little Bit More - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Just A Little Bit More
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, I Hayes, A Anderson

Lyric:
To the tic toc, ya don't stop
To the beat, beat, ya don't quit, shit
To the tic toc, ya don't stop
To the beat, beat, ya don't quit

Before the sun shines the rain falls
Applause the encore
Haven't you heard of a bitch who get open like pores
Pop a nigga like a pimple keep it simple enough
Make 'em wonder what the fuck happened leavin' 'em stuffed
Get that ass kicked fast quick in a hurry

You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that I was comin'
Used to laugh when I had a demo
But since the big stretch Lex Limo
You ain't got no more jokes
Ya wanna come on and go with me
To my place hate to hurt ya feelings sexual healin' ain't the case

Laced the tracks like Angle dust, fuckin' wit us is deadly
Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who was'nt ready
Stay bregheted up, platinum plus
Nubians-e three four chrome's 18's three piece B B's treat seat's
And y'all shall find riches it's mad bitches gettin' dough
I'll die for I go broke just a lil' more

Just a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil' bit more will ease my mind
Just a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil' bit more will ease my mind

Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect
I live to party all night and love to have sex
Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low
Make a good piece of cheese but could use some more
Who got a lighter 'bout to blaze up it's tucked in tight
I let the ventilation slide sensation between the wind pipe

Ignite it up try to bite my style too tought
Its too much , too lil', too late for you to come up
Be decieved if ya wanna be foolish this bad mandate bitch is
True to the shit,envoke the spirits like the craft's
Serve the niggas half the stash in case the cash get low
The bastard know

Fuck over the dough and die
Pick yo casket if you feel that you gone try some shit
No nigga ever lasted past the first attempt
I leave 'em baffled and gaffle 'em for all of they keys
Then dispence to my niggas like sony distributing LP's

Just a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil' bit more will ease my mind
Just a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil' bit more will ease my mind

To the tic toc, ya don't stop
To the beat, beat, ya don't quit shit
To the tic toc, ya don't stop
To the beat, beat, ya don't quit

Just a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil' bit more will ease my mind
Just a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil' bit more will ease my mind

That'll ease your mutha-phuckin' mind yeah
So, so def with that mind blowin' shit

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In My Life - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: In My Life
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Lil' children, dogs and cats
Right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of
DJ Mannie fresh, fresh,fresh, fresh

Ladies and gentlemen
I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got a lot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got alot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca-cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

It's ya nigga Juve, from the Magnolia, still lookin'
You ho's gon' know what's up with me bust it wide open
Loose chest, loose booty round down and up
If a gangsta can't touch it, what you bouncin it fo'
Now give me leway, watch how a G play
Watch how my name get caught up in the he and she say
It's U.T.P. day, we with the streets may
They represent us when they hear us at the DJ's

Break bread with me nigga, demand with me
Though we was beefin', your supposed to spend your cash with me
I'm in here last with me, hold me down, give me a whip, give me
A trick and let her blow me down
I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, I'm so grimey
I promise you somethin', I bet you gon' find me
I'm a eat, purchase, whatever I please
C.O. give me the keys, aw please, I need two of these

I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got a lot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got alot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

I'm a be so courageous and so contagious
Until' my fuckin' rap sheets gonna receive mo' pages
Listen to Juve 'cuz this my year mon'
(My year mon')
Invision, I'm bout to kick it in here mon'
(In here mon')
Don't you see the soldiers and bauds when I appear mon'
(Appear mon')
About being written on my face 'cuz I know fear non'
(Fear non')
Me and my team got a scheme to go light the block up
Skips movin' work and wacko poppin' the chopper

I scream the 'U' 'cuz I mean it
The only difference is you be throwing your set up when you screamin'
I seen it, shit all of the obstacles that I've been through
Who made you think I'm a be scared of a bitch like you
I'm ya dog, let me get it all consign me
You ain't paid them last people yet, dog don't even remind me
I gain knowlege, my game polished, and it's obvious
You can't block it, you can't knock it, this is profit

I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got a lot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got a lot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

Can I untape the clips and chill?
Show my clicks it's real, can my people shop in Beverly hills?
I got alot of work I know thats gonna be ahead of me still
But my peace mentality gon' keep me ahead in the field
Pardon me, but I got paper to chase
Now cut thru the talkin' and bring me straight to the safe
I know where the cameras at and I'm destroyin' the tape
I'm not leaving no evidence for the forensics to trace

I had a problem on my hand, a few bills I had been payin'
I figured about a lil'bit less than 75 grand
And my dog Rocky, caught a nickel for a pistol
It's serious when the federales comin' to get you
Life is at a standstill, all change in this damn field
What you say, can get you and ya man's killed
This my last chance to come up, this gotta be it
Juve comin' up, the first round' lottery pick

I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got a lot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds
Got a lot of drinks, steppin' out gators, coca cola mink
I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Gangsta Party - Lyrics - Joe Budden

Title: Gangsta Party
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch

Lyric:
Ayoo

Come quick, see
If you have a way wit' me
I know you wanna play me
All night, night, night

Girl look, see
Everything in the club is free
That?s how it is when you wit' an O.G.
Wit? big money
Girl we gon? leave right after this party

1, 2, 3 and to the four
Tell me what?s good y'all, it's ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all, already know
Plenty fifths of vodka, few jars of dro
I give a fuck if they play this on the radio

G?z in the buildin', it's all gravy though
I jus came for a lil' bit fellatio
'Cause 25 to 1 is the ratio
Got cops outside like nah this can?t be

No need to ice grill, we all family
We all got cash, none of us is punks
But my ratchet on me, yours is in the trunk
Think that through fam, minds well quit here
'Cause you won?t get a chance to get there

Now let's ride, baby let's slide
If you wan? ride
Car is outside
Gangsta let's ride

This is a gangsta party
We came to smoke in this party
Let's get it crunk in this party
We came to drink in this party
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

What?s up but after this party
(What?s good?)
We came to leave wit? somebody
How about yo? team, meet up wit' my team
And I?ma show ya?ll how gangstaz lean

Come wit' me
Lemme know if you smoke that weed
What do we have here now, if you puff la, la, la
I mean la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Look baby, I?ma thug and gentleman
So I?ll buy you a Corona
And at the same time try to bone ya
I won?t stalk ya, keep tryna phone ya
I?ll pass the ounce, get as high as you want to
Leave wit' a G, what harm?ll do ya

Won?t dim the lights and throw on some Luther
Legs behind, head in the headboard calm and soother
Like ma get looser
When?s the last time you had a Don seduce ya?
Look here this is rap this ain?t Karma Sutra

Now let's ride, baby, let's slide
If you wan? ride
Car is outside
Gangsta, let's ride

This is a gangsta party
We came to smoke in this party
Let's get it crunk in this party
We came to drink in this party
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

What?s up but after this party
(What?s good?)
We came to leave wit? somebody
How about yo? team, meet up wit' my team
And I?ma show ya?ll how gangstaz lean

Let's get up tonight
Lemme know who wanna fuck tonight
When we done we can break up tonight
I had a wonderful time, thanks but goodnight

Got my team wit' me, if you like me
If she ain?t wifey, then she can?t be seen wit' me
All of these hoes wanna seem pretty
But you the only one I wanna bring wit' me
Need to chill ma, on real ma

Only thing I chase is a dollar bill ma
So before I go ahead and get the champagne poppin'
Hoe lemme know if it ain?t a damn thing poppin'
Leave at three, arrive at four
At five get live, at six you?ll want more

Now let's ride, baby, let's slide
If you wan? ride
Car is outside
Gangsta, let's ride

This is a gangsta party
We came to smoke in this party
Let's get it crunk in this party
We came to drink in this party
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

What?s up but after this party
(What?s good?)
We came to leave wit? somebody
How about yo? team, meet up wit' my team
And I?ma show ya?ll how gangstaz lean

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Put A Little Umph In It - Lyrics - Baby Makin' Project - Jagged Edge

Title: Put A Little Umph In It
Album: Baby Makin' Project
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Johnta M Austin, Brian Casey, Manuel Seal, Brandon Casey, Jermaine Mauldin Dupri

Lyric:
I love it when you grind on me
When you put it right on me
All the faces that you make
All the sounds you create
When you put a little
When you put a little bit of umph in it

That's when I lose control
When you put a little umph in it
Start squeezin' and you won't let go

When you put a little umph in it
Keep tellin' me how much you love me
When you put a little umph in it
When you put a little bit of umph in it, oh

She's so scandalous
But I love everything she do them best
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't no competition, so down wit it
And so submissive
I mean all of you, all of you
You're my mission

Got my mind in a trance
And my body sure to follow
Ooh, keep doin' that thing you do
Go ?head and ride

I love it when you grind on me
When you put it right on me
All the faces that you make
All the sounds you create
When you put a little
When you put a little bit of umph in it

That's when I lose control
When you put a little umph in it
Start squeezin' and you won't let go

When you put a little umph in it
Keep tellin' me how much you love me
When you put a little umph in it
When you put a little bit of umph in it, oh

I love it when you strip for me
Ain't lookin' for a tip, plus I love the way you
Just shake ya lil' hips for me
And the way you lick ya lips

And do them little thangs to get me off
All I wanna do is get you off
Say you wanna be my girlfriend
Baby, you done paid the cost

Ooh, ooh, that's all you gonna hear
When the lights go off
Lovin' how you do it
And I don't think there's another girl
In the world for me

I love it when you grind on me
When you put it right on me
All the faces that you make
All the sounds you create
When you put a little
When you put a little bit of umph in it

That's when I lose control
When you put a little umph in it
Start squeezin' and you won't let go

When you put a little umph in it
Keep tellin' me how much you love me
When you put a little umph in it
When you put a little bit of umph in it, oh

Hey boy, you're the only one that I want
You're the only one that I
Wanna give it to in every way
I wanna please ya, not tease ya

Like this, you say you like it
When I squeeze a little bit
Well, you ain't felt nothin' yet
I hear this beat in my head
Watch me move my hips to it

Left to right, right to left
I'ma have ya outta breath
When I put a little umph in it
When I put a little umph in it, oh woah

Back and forth, all my love
You gon' want some more
When I put a little umph in it
When I put a little umph in it, ooh

I love it when you grind on me
When you put it right on me
All the faces that you make
All the sounds you create
When you put a little
When you put a little bit of umph in it

That's when I lose control
When you put a little umph in it
Start squeezin' and you won't let go

When you put a little umph in it
Keep tellin' me how much you love me
When you put a little umph in it
When you put a little bit of umph in it, oh

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40 - Where The Party At - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Where The Party At
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Where's the party at?

Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game, the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped

Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it
Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get
On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler 40

With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
A brother like me don't hang around no suckers
That be faulty, I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod, left the cookies in the jar

Now I'm a rap star, the rapologist
I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
Then I bust ya down side of this
'Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this

I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let 'em go for a lil' bit or nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

Pullin' up in the club about eleven
I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Roll 'em up in a zag, lick 'em stick 'em and clown

I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit
I got tipped so I tip 'cause I'm livin' with this
Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch
They better have a tight grip on they stuff
'Cause I'm 'bout to snatch your batch

If she wants it she'll be mine in the cutlass
Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin'
Straight penny laced, heard about the drought season
They be lookin' for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the feastin'

Extra mannish, how I'm livin' and [Incomprehensible] my name is groupie
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies
Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't
Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker
Talkin' about sick on my gold better
Talkin' about sick on my gold better

I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
The finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt

40, I love you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch, come anew, bitch, come anew

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

'Cause we made like thugs, get juiced in the parking lot
Before we go up in the clubs, hugs and kisses
Gotta make sure we got our gloves, hugs and kisses
E-40 can't be on anymore, hugs and kisses

Straight to the bar ,no time to waste
Kickin' 'em back while they take the place
Order me a shot of that liquor to taste

Thinkin' they about to beat my face
Oh, no, I'm nothin' but a professional
Oh, no, we're nothin' but professionals

Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water
Brothers already purple off some of that soap water
So I'ma make a toast to the most mobbish lookin' brothers in this
By midnight 'cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man

Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
Mind teachin' things to these brothers
'Cause that's us, captain save a botch
They wanna be like big boys and sport big boot
They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits

I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

We in this baby boy swervin', E-40 in the mob scene
And I'm still down with the C L I C K comin' yo' way
In the 94 then 95, it don't stop, boy, ain't no jive
Sell the rest of them tapes boy, where the deposit at?
Where mine at? Oh, for real, I'm out

Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
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Get Up And Get It - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Get Up And Get It
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Felecia Lindsey, Kimberly Ward, Mike Chesser, Stephen Shockley, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Adam Gibbs, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

It's all about money ain't nobody frontin'
I gotta go get it we gotta survive
Whether it's workin' a nine to five
Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line

Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work
For all of my days that I run this earth
I'ma make it count for what it's worth
You never know about this life
And the type of pain that it can bring

That's why you gotta get off of you're thing
'Cuz it ain't no dream and it ain't no game
We so serious, dogg you know it don't stop
I know time is the devil's workshop

See I do it I did it and y'all know that I'm wit it
I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back
A hustlin' little brother with crack
But now I grind a little bit harder
Harder my niggaz stories in order

See, it was hard for me momma
My mother dropped in the water
My sister was damn fast

Heather was right behind ya
Cassie, that's my little sister
My father loved you like the only child
Funny, he ain't never seen my smile

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You betta get on yo grind
You betta go get it if you really tryin' to shine
You betta be keepin' yo eyes on your prize at all times

Keepin' it real for my all of my thugs in the projects
The niggaz that ain't got shit
Not havin' this nonsense my niggaz

My momma said, boy if you ever wanna be anything
Get off the couch and out my house, use your brain
So I took heed and I jumped right up on my feet
Got off the streets and I'll be in heat
I'm laughing at police now

Coming to you like this
This used to be child, is now a grown man
Don't play with the wrong hand
But I never could quit 'cuz I'm playin' a strong man

Everybody got a point to prove
You might as well start today
Rather than puttin' it off tomorrow
You're lettin' it slip away, lil' Lay, I parle

And get paid, and that's all
And I creep and I rise, in yo eyes I still ball
And stand tall with my chest

And my cheek to the sky
I'm in it to win it my nigga believe it
Until the day that I die, so come on

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Anything you want, anything you need
You gotta get it, yeah and go get it
Ain't comin' to you, you gotta put in your dues
Show the world that you can do it

Don't let nobody hold you back
So you betta get your hustle on
Baby betta get your hustle on
You betta

We some of the livest, you know
True thugs don't really mind to riot, let it go
They sayin' get up and get it
Yes we went and did it, you won't admit it
'Cuz you hatin', 'cuz you can't get it

Every since I was a young thug
Been creepin' showin' mo' love
Even when I got it you best to give it up
It's Cleveland, until we get what we want we ain't leaving
This is what we want with no chumps, please believe it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

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Tip - For The Nasty - Lyrics - Q

Title: Tip - For The Nasty
Artist: Q
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Kamal Ibn John Fareed, Pharrell L Williams, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Let me, let me, let me, let me
Let me tell you a story, yes
About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest
I be that nigga that I think ya'll know
With Mr. Busta Rhymes, a-yo, I'm in the studio

Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know

Close the door, iight, let a nigga rock
'Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop
Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop
'Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right
It's a high state game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning a lot of ya'll who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering

Make you disappear quick like you're part of wind
Then laugh, ah ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend
Let's get in there and shake for the beat, girl
Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I'm tired of these niggas, bus-a-bus, now
Say it to 'em

This is just for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now

Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know

Pardon me, now, gimme room again
It's time to raise the level of the boom again
Now who's that? Bus-a-bus-a-bus Rhyme
See, I ain't do that in a long time
Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime
Hot songs, cribs, have a little more shine
Alright, yeah, sh sh, mm, uh, I pity ya'll
The way I bang niggas, and how I shit on ya'll

Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on ya'll
And do my thang, bitch, from here to Synagogue
We getting a lot of money, me and my friend, Kamal
I take your money too, I ain't afraid of ya'll
With so much class, my shit will kill ya when I don't wanna rap
And still I'ma smash and make the bitches make it clap
As soon as I'm finished with her, homie, I'll give her back
Say it to 'em

This is just for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now

Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know

When the beat bang and you're up in the club
When you listen and you feel a thud
When you hear my voice, understand the love
When the dj spins it back, it's a friendly rub
But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind with your waistline
And the way you move
Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove
Or like a old hip-hop joint, you nice and smooth, come on, girl

This is just for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now

Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know

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