Go Ahead Den - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: Go Ahead Den
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Ahmir Thompson, Rozell Brown, Malik Smart, Jimmy Gray, Jason Harrow, Tarik Collins, Carl Jenkins

Lyric:
Alright, yo, I'm bust
I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it
Here we go, here we go, yo

My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme
My whole steez, nigga, please, put the mic down
Talk about your represent when you embarrassing your town

Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound

You are a has been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying, ?I'm independent now, looking for a new life?
A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame
Guess starring in the basement, living off of Tigga's name

My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas
Living underground trying to earn the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot

No patience for the weed, not quick enough to thief
Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile up in your face and then jack your SP

Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me?
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo, eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me, ya not seen
(Go ahead den)

Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex delivered to your Jubby
My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no bust for the next can protect
See when the I drop, the niggas saying, 'what?'
And the skins are saying wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm dripping in 'nuff girls and missing what we trying to say
But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind
But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind

Oh, damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out
But oops, your weave just fell out

I am straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming at you three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who? Yo, don't bother to hail it up

In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat
And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day

But do what to do, ayyo, who am I to say?
I just want your records sales anyway
You see me

Someone kill to try and come up
With the things that I say, I'm a bad mother, yo
(Go ahead den)
I'm too fresh like Guess-V in a special way
Special way but everyday
(Go ahead den)

Yo, yo, I'm kick another one
Another one for the mic
Know what I'm saying?

Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbors
Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song
I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver

Up in one, kick real raps for fun
I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun
I try not to bus' until I'm sure she cum
If I get a little itch, I check out the whole [Incomprehensible]

My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes the Negro's a threat

So we talk about sex and promote the drug game
Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, I'm trying to get my Moms out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow, stupid

I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me? Ya not seen
(Go ahead den)

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Watch For The Hook - Lyrics - Cool Breeze

Title: Watch For The Hook
Artist: Cool Breeze
Composer(s): A Patton, C Gipp, R Bailey, E Johnson, F Bell, Organized Noize A Benjamin, T Burton, W Knighton, Neil Young, R Barnett

Lyric:
Never has every member in one crew been so diverse
Tryin' to outdo the last verse that I birthed that is my curse
Your knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragons
Grab the sharpest no. 2 then I'm stabbin'
Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil 'cause they testin'
Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil 'cause they testin'

I fly through the night, yeah
Mixing 'Card with some sprite, lyrics we put inside ya
Listen to these A T L riders
Keep your head straight, the street's full of snakes

Slithering, making deals, delivering
Uhh uh uh, that weed got you shivering
Paranoia, fifteen hundred go to the lawyer
After paying his rent, dollars and cents
They're stealing pit bulls, put up a fence
We movin' on, tell the crew it's on

'Kay, here it go
They call me Sugar Baby, Shi-da-loh
I'm one fourth of the mighty
G double O, D and the I and the E, the M and the O

Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain
Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya
Like some Folgers [unverified] ya now
Get in touch with your clothes

Tellin' ya home, anybody disrespect my zone
We gon' get it on 'til we get it gone
And y'all might get it right but you gettin' in wrong
Or you gonna get shot and blown

Out here the volume workin' [unverified]
Stankin' cops get your skull split
And gettin' with it figuratively
It's just that I showed them now they tried roll out

Hopin' we'd be on, back in the weight room son
Think of a spot, we'd keep all day
Choppin' for the live spots
The thug, take your hairy soul like [unverified] I withdraw

Yeah, look here, been here
Dis here's, diss year's
Get one of the five
To lay it down round here

Gold and the platinum all over the walls
If you ever shake the hook, go and have big balls
Laid it down hard more than one fuckin' time
Go ahead and get it gone, now I'm out my mind

Went from hubcaps and 30's to the hundred spoke
People still talkin' 'bout the last rhyme I wrote
Eighty-seven was the year that I first stepped in
I'm hollerin' at Big D, doin' time in the pen, I say

Whenever the dope boys, done crept in
Steppin' all over your best friends
No wea-pons, the lyrical lessons
And smoked out sessions

The Young and the Restless
Some of the best in the Dirty South and Midwestern, hemisphere
They wanna be this here, the fate of B O I
Gonna run these verses and make you see this here

Niggaz, tried to jock it
I put my plug off in they girl's socket
Know, the D to the F is gon' forever rock it
Lock it, down
(Yeah, yeah)

The T stands for T-Mo, who's known as a teacher
Southwest young brother, bringin' the pain through your speaker
It's like a disease to fiend for the cheese you need
Come up and ease the feelin', exhibit and chillin'
While dealin' with the devil himself, increase my wealth be
More than tank tops the average minimum weight

College brethren, these days done changed the recipe
Steady taxin', creatively maximize, with proper investments
Can't be hesitant, with them dead president
Or you lose, or you could lose your [unverified] but no tools

For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D F
For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D F
I know a whole lot of brothers in the rap game
But most of them are in it for the shiny thangs

They wanna snatch all ten, maybe stack about fo'
They wanna live in the house but don't want no grass to grow
See what you need to do is learn the tricks of the trade
Go to work, put it down, and den get paid

It's only two of us gon' get caught for makin' the sale
I'm one, and if you the other bro, I can't tell
Ain't nobody think they come in, and get in the zone
Tryin' to kill fo' birds, with about fifteen stones

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

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Creep Show - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Title: Creep Show
Album: Monster
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Rufus B Johnson, Archie Hall, Michael Santigo Render, Richard Hall

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Lyric:
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Welcome home motherfuckers you're back again
Into the den of inequity the life of sin
Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies
Probably find me drunk off Bacardi
In a swank hotel an aspiring actress
Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
In Chicago a couple of bottles, couple of models, stolen Diablos
Fast and furious going full throttle

Post club function, pills get swallowed
Ladies get loose and so do bra straps
Power, money and sex drive good raps
Freaks emerge in a twilight with party pack
Of hydros alcohol blurred eye sight
From dusk till dawn is when vampires roam
Pro athletes trick and don't go home

It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Riding with my nigga big boy you don't sleep
Even partied with Diddy up in NYC
Got drunk, rubbed titties of Dominican freaks
Every night bachelor party in the boom boom room
On trees get burned or liquor consumed
You ain't really seen a color, till you seen it on shrooms
Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle lapel
Spot hotter than fish scales cooked in coked ale

Vampire party and we gets it down
In the undergrounds, underground
Underground in club comer's basement
Ladies and low life's do get wasted
So high you can't hear the music
But you feel it when the bass hits
The atmosphere like the first year
Freak bass hit every body's heart goes fast
Rolling Mitsubishi's shakin' that ass

Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Got twenties on the Escort, bitch park my shit
It's Bizzare from D12 in this bitch
And which nigga want to fight
I'm the club with Surge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike
Fat dick for all my enemies
Caught a disease fucking Roy and Jazzie T
My girlfriend's a fucking fool when she turned her back
I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school

And I don't sale crack to my African brothers
I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers
So go ahead bitch pop the X
So I can work your neck in the back of my Vett
Red bones, I hate 'em no question
I like fat bitches with bladder infections
Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City
It's the creep show, show your nasty titties

Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

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Gone - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Gone
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Cedric Leonard, Jonathan Smith, Darryl Richardson, Craig Love

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Lyric:
Gone, go ahead and buck den
Stop trippin' actin' like you scared to buck

You can buck if you wanna buck mothafucka
(Git gone)
And be an example fo da mothasuckaz
(Gone, gone)

You can buck if you wanna buck mothafucka
(Git gone)
And be an example fo da mothasuckaz
(Gone, gone)

You can buck if you wanna buck mothafucka
(Git gone)
And be an example fo da mothasuckaz
(Gone, gone)

You can buck if you wanna buck mothafucka
(Git gone)
And be an example fo da mothasuckaz
(Gone, gone)

I really ain't givin' a fuck and even if I did
Still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed
Pop back at a wimp like [unverified]
Through da pure ass magic, I disappear in traffic

A lot of folks gon' hate 'cuz dey know I'm a fool
And dey know I'ma shit, I finally git out da school
If I spit out da tools, I'll spit out da
Bluez, don't bug it and confuse

I will not lose, I come through on shoes
And why 2 hoes choose, on you
Know who, I have no clue, I just do wat I do
I just know wat I know, I'ma tell you once nigga don't fuck wit Bo

You can buck if you wanna buck mothafucka
(Git gone)
And be an example fo da mothasuckaz
(Gone, gone)

Straight leggin' up on folks wit da dubs or digits
I'll hit yo ass so hard, feel like tearin'
Midgits, man wat if you say you don't like me
But, I don't take [unverified] and threats so likely, I'm a G

Take it to da streets, it's about to go down when I pull da heat
If you can't stand ma click you can kiss ma ass
(Kiss ma ass)
Fuck around make ya jump in da grass

But, dat ain't it and dat ain't all, ma name is scrappy
I love to brawl, gots to say dat I'm a hard head
Got best in ma blud 'cuz I'm a third bread
Yeah

You can buck if you wanna buck mothafucka
(Git gone)
And be an example fo da mothasuckaz
(Gone, gone)

We 'bout to crank it up city to city
Let me know if you wit it, if da girl is pretty, could you show us
Some titties, if da hoes are silly, if da hoes are dilly
Put da hoes to a coast where dey [unverified] in business

I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin'
I pull ma weapon, dat girl ain't laughin', she blew ma brains
Bitch do yo thang, got da pussey befo' I knew yo name
Most niggaz are fake, most niggaz are hate

Dey can't wait, dey try to take wats on yo plate
Wat you thank dis is must not thank dis real
I pull da steel, don't you think yo cap can't get killed

You can buck if you wanna buck mothafucka
(Git gone)
And be an example fo da mothasuckaz
(Gone, gone)

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Hustler Musik - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Hustler Musik
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Tristan G. Jones, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one
I'm ahead wit dis one
See u fuckin' wit da boys
Who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance just

That persistence with
That commitment if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
I know my vibe is tight
And I deserve da throne
And if da kid ain't right
Den let me die in his songs

See I'll be ridin' just
Ridin alone'
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king

Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Money iz da motivation
Facin' da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed, got da gun

Gotta run when I hear da bird call
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.

Anybody murderer
If Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of da Opera
All black, guap tent, locked in
I can let them shots out
U can't get no shots in

Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy
They call ?em Bullet Tooth
I'm like, what it do, what it do
There's a full court pressure
I'm just going for da 2

If I'm open for da 3
I'ma take it in a second
Even if there's one second
I'ma make it, it's nothin'

I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin'
I take it for what it's worth
To da derf motherfucker
(Yea)

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

I ain't neva killed nobody I promise
And I promise if u try me
He gon' have to rewind dis track
And make me go back
Dat thing a go rrrat
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat

Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in

Got me feelin' like Scarface
Light da Cohiba, streets reply
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up

And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin'
Now get ya hustle up

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Man, man this be that Hustler Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking y'all please, please

Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo
Vibe to it yo

It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body
We warned the place, we here
Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga

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