Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix) - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix)
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out 'My Melody'"

I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin', niggaz had stolen my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers

At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin', "Free Yayo"
So niggaz better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine

And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend

And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change it's stayin' the same

How many of them boys is witcha'?
When you had that little TV, you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with a snub, 'cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin'
In the club 'til they coughin' on the rug
Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud

My role model is gone snortin' up his drug
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now it's an Auggie shirt and my coat

Now I'm speedin', reminiscin', holdin' my weed in
Never listen if I see him I'ma lift 'em
And maybe that'll even the score
But if not, it'll be me on the floor

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil' deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose

Sippin, 'Easy Jesus', rockin' a leases
My momma wit me when she found my pieces
I look back on life, thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang that's why I'm loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I'm still all good

Let me show you what a thug 'bout I'm born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

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Love Me Or Hate Me (Remix) - Lyrics - Lady Sovereign

Title: Love Me Or Hate Me (Remix)
Artist: Lady Sovereign
Composer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Louise Harman

Lyric:
Yeah
It's officially the biggest midget in the game
I dunno
Make way for the S-O-V!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

I'm fat, I need to diet
No, in fact, I'm just too light
And I ain't got the biggest breastesses
But I write all the best disses
(Chuh-ching!)

I got hairy armpits
But I don't walk around like this
I wear a big baggy t-shirt
That hides that nasty shit

Ew, I never had my nails done
Bite them down until they're numb
I'm the one with the non-existent bum
Now I don?t really give uh!

I'm missin? my shepherd's pie
Like a high maintenance chick missin' her diamonds
I'm missin' my Clippers lighters
Now bow down to your royal highness

No, I don?t own a Corgi
Had a hamster, it died ?cause I ignored it
Go on then, go on report me!
I'm English, try and deport me!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

I'm that funky little monkey
With the tiniest ears
I don't like drinkin? fancy champy
I'll stick wit Heineken beers

Whoops! Might burp in ya face
A little unladylike, what can I say?
Well, oh gosh, I'm not posh, me? I wear odd socks
I do what I'm doin? yeah

So everybody's entitled to opinions
I open my mouth and sh** I got millions
I'm the middle kid, the riddle kid
I'll make you giggle till you?re sick
My nose jiggles when I spit

Yeah, I do have some stories
And it?s true I want all the glory
Go on then, come on support me
I'm English, try and deport me!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me, love me or hate me

So I can?t dance and I really can?t sing
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign!
So I can?t dance and I really can?t sing
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

Love me or hate me, it?s still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then, thank you!
If you hate me then, **** you!

Love me or hate me, love me or hate me, love me or hate me
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign!
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me, love me or hate me
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign!

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Hate It Or Love It (Remix) - Lyrics - Game

Title: Hate It Or Love It (Remix)
Artist: Game
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Ya, let's take em back, uh huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, 'Check, Check Out My Melody'

I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope
Fo' a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song, and really do it
That's the true meanin' of a ghost rider

Ten G's will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me, homie, I know all 'bout losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have ya body dumped in marshes

I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
That's ten years I told Pooh in ninety-five
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s

Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if I gotta die, I'd rather a homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my Grandmomma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob boy, see how time fly?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game

Used to see five-oh throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with five-oh, it's all startin' to make sense
My ma's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz

Waitin' on shop money to lamp, sittin' in the Range
Thinkin' how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin' babies in the garbage

I wanna know 'What's Goin' On' like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion? I love you, ma

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

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Hate It Or Love It [Mary J. Blige Remix] - Lyrics - Game

Title: Hate It Or Love It [Mary J. Blige Remix]
Artist: Game
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Ya, let's take em back, uh huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, 'Check, Check Out My Melody'

I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope
Fo' a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song, and really do it
That's the true meanin' of a ghost rider

Ten G's will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me, homie, I know all 'bout losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have ya body dumped in marshes

I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
That's ten years I told Pooh in ninety-five
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s

Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if I gotta die, I'd rather a homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my Grandmomma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob boy, see how time fly?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game

Used to see five-oh throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with five-oh, it's all startin' to make sense
My ma's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz

Waitin' on shop money to lamp, sittin' in the Range
Thinkin' how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin' babies in the garbage

I wanna know 'What's Goin' On' like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion? I love you, ma

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

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Warrior Part 2 - Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Title: Warrior Part 2
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Nathaniel D. Hale, Marshall Mathers, Curtis James Jackson, Christopher Charle Lloyd, S. King, Luis Edgardo Resto

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Lyric:
Remix
Lloyd Banks

It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down, given the crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king but he don't rule a thing
He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry

He don't want the fame, don't want the lute he's in it for a sport
Runnin' suckaz where there's competition 'round the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it
And you can't love it, you can hate it but you can't ignore it

You can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for it

This is the story of a warrior I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit' more weapon, I don't need my boyz

I'm doin' 120 in the fast lane
Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

He's straight outta the neighborhood but niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin' at the big estate
And he hops in a hundred thousand with a nigga's gate

House with just a bigger gate, houndin' him was a big mistake
He wont surrender, he'll rather give up a rib to break
'Cuz he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand
So he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fan

Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
When you discussin' the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin' them

This is the story of a warrior I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit' more weapon, I don't need my boyz

I'm doin' 120 in the fast lane
Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

He's no magician, man, the kid makes somethin' outta nuthin'
So now niggaz from this hood act like we owe 'em somethin'
They talk crazy till we send niggas through there to buck 'em
Ask 'em if there's a problem and they'll say, "Naw its nothin'"

He was gonna help 'em out, but since they fronted, fuck 'em
He dont care how they feel, they can hate him or love him
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin'
He's rich now, he ain't change so niggaz think he buggin'

He bullet proof everything in case niggaz try and buff him
Keep two pistols on this hip I show you where he tuck 'em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him
Try to catch 'em slippin', they creepin' and he start bustin'

This is the story of a warrior I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit' more weapon, I don't need my boyz

I'm doin' 120 in the fast lane
Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

I can give you niggaz' somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G-Unit fuckin' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out

Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckers somethin' to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth

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Make It Clap (Remix) - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: Make It Clap (Remix)
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, William Lewis, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh
See I know what it is, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out

Hey! Hey! ain't no fakin' the fluid
Water drippin' off asses of women that's shakin' it to it
While I'm takin' you through it, no mistakin' my crew is
Flipmode baby! Got you actin' all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin' you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin' lambos and harley rockin' Roberto Cavalli
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies

Watch me crash through the party, go ahead and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We about to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like Jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And be hittin' be havin you shittin' more than a box of Hersheys
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, ,just make it clap

See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face, love your smile, love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it, like you shakin' it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy

Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
'Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin' crazy baby

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

I say come on if your ready, we wylin' all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin' be fittin' real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring them inside
Shorty dodgin' and dippin', shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya

All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you, you, you, you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin' y'all women, come on
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

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In Da Club (Satellite Exclusive Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: In Da Club (Satellite Exclusive Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama in da club
N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York they surely will tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right?

When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me
'Cause go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know
Where we been neither
We in the club all the time
It's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath

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That'S Kool (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo - Lil' Romeo

Title: That'S Kool (Remix)
Album: Lil' Romeo
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Robinson, Damon Wimbley, Kurtis Walker, Lil' Romeo Mark Morales

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Lyric:
Come on y'all East Coast, West Coast, South

Lil' Romeo
Silkk the Shocker
Soulja Music
You know what we bout boy
Yah you know

Where my souljas at
WhatWhat
Where my whordies at
WhatWhat
Bounce, shake
Lets do this

Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
Scream loud, this is the time to me rowd
Ima rock it til the music go off, please be proud
Stop playin, I want to see you shout anyway
Throw dem bows, off da wall, its a special occasion
Get yo dance on, wild out before the last song
Graba shawty, get crunk wit ya mask on
Ride quicker, and get on thee floor
I wanna see you do it like you never did it before
This the remix so you know I'm gone ball
Me and uncle Silkk came to spit it for y'all
Girls if you bout it, then get off the wall
Make em' bounce to the music ma give it your all
Party in, and party out right at da mall
If you got problems at the door then give me a call

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Who you know can go (Poof) and buy the mall at
Room to small tear the walls out
Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out
You know how No Limit do go all out
Aint my fault, we gotta get cash
Aint my fault, ride bently and jag
Flashy type, like how we gone miss
Cause I got the baddest chick (Lil' Romeo and I got her lil sister)
Silkk and Rome you know we stay off da chain
Concert pack you know they gone be screamin our name
Miller boyz look its all the same
If you love us or hate us its all a game
Say she heard about me and love that I ball
Love my height, she love that I'm tall
Then step one, now its time for step two
How can I ever go broke when I can borrow a million from my nephew

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Still clubin the party aint over
We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
Music so loud in here you scare somethin
D doogg where you at let me here somethin

Right here in my No Limit gear hands in da air
To all my younggins tank doggs is full up in here
Were da girls at holla back loud in ya ear
Make way for the kids wordy dis is our year

Walkin in threw it like it aint ever been done
Y'all to serious loosin up you gotta have fun
Love music been bouncin ever since I was one
Lil' Rome soulja music another one huh

My homeboy is down its apart of the show
Meet me at the playground at a quarter to four
Mom said its all good she said I can go
It's on too wit me when you ready to roll

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Shake it, shake it, pop it, pop it, break it, break it
Twerk somethin (Twerk somethin)
Work somethin (Work somethin)
Keep it jumpin but dont hurt nothin (hurt nothin)
North, south, east, west (soulja)
North, south, east, west (Silkk the Shocker, Romeo)
No Limit, No Limit, bounce, bounce
Next level (Rolex's all kind of bezels)
That's All

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No More (Remix) - Lyrics - 3lw

Title: No More (Remix)
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Nathan Butler, Sean K Hall, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
I'm getting a little tired
Of your broken promises, promises
Lookin' at your pager
Seein' different numbers, numbers
Call you on your cell
You're hangin' with the fellas, fellas
Hangin' with my girls
You always gettin' jealous, jealous

I was with you when
You didn't have no dollas, no dollas
Hangin' at the crib
Chillin' with your momma, your momma
Never fronted you
Never brought the drama, the drama
Now you flip the script
Playa, please

No, I'm not the one
(Say it again, say it again, oh)
No, I'm not the one
(You do or you don't)

You do or you don't, don't
You will or you won't, won't
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right
You can or you can't, can't
Be a man, be a man, man
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right

You treat me like a lady
When you open doors, doors
But then you wanna front
When you're with your boys, your boys
How you gonna play me
When I bought your clothes, your clothes
The ones that you be wearin'
When you with your hoes, your hoes

I know you never thought
That I would have the nerve, the nerve
Think about it more
Since you at the curb, the curb
Blowin' up my pager
Say you want a chance, a chance
Listen when I say
Playa, please

You do or you don't, don't
You will or you won't, won't
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right
You can or you can't, can't
Be a man, be a man, man
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right

No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)
No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)

No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)
No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)

I just wanna know
What happened to our love
We used to be best friends
Where did it go wrong
When you gonna see
How good it is with me
I'm tired and I'm through
With all your "listen baby"

Listen what, playa chill now
Tell me how you gon' cite me when I found out
Honey gotta break it down, down
I said it ain't no thing
Girl, what's my name?
Keelay, Keelay
Look me in the face and tell me
What the dealie, dealie
Oh, you wanna go shade now
But I'm paid now, I know that you hate that
Oh, you got the one now, you warm now
'Cause you thought you'd come right back, save that
You could do whatever to me, and be together with me
Like you do better than me (you do or you don't)
No more, never for me

You do or you don't, don't
You will or you won't, won't
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right
You can or you can't, can't
Be a man, be a man, man
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right

No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)
No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)

No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)
No, I'm not the one
(Baby, I'm a do right, do right)

No, I'm not the one
(Say it again, s-say it, say it again)
No, I'm not the one
(Say it again, s-say it, say it again)
No, I'm not the one
(I could do bad all by myself)
No, I'm not the one
(I'm not the one, the one)

You do or you don't, don't
You will or you won't, won't
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right
You can or you can't, can't
Be a man, be a man, man
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right

You do or you don't, don't
You will or you won't, won't
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right
You can or you can't, can't
Be a man, be a man, man
No more
No more, baby I'm a do right

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Fuck You ( Lab Rat Remix ) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Fuck You ( Lab Rat Remix )
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Devon Copeland, Brian Anthony Bailey, . Snoop Doggy Dogg, Andre Young

Lyric:
Yo
Yo, uh
Rule nigga
Ja Rule 01
(01)
Uh

Yeah, it's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I N C niggas what's fuckin' with me?

R U L E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule, please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', y'all playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride
(Who?)
Spittin', how I do niggas?
(Who? Who?)
Knowin' they wanna ride
(Who?)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately

If you relatin' let me hear ya say, yay-yaay, yay-yaay
Y'all feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane
I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain

Fuck knowin' these broads names
It's [unverified] the champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

Murder INC is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot, not this hot nigga very hot

See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way pop away

Cock and pop again, baby, men will be men
I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans

Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a niggas fed 'nuff said

?I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots, tearin' through the side of ya ride
'Cause we are
(Murderers)

Muthafucka you heard, playa
(Murderers)
Poppin' collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rear view
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game, "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda., you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)

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Hip-Hop (Remix) - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Hip-Hop (Remix)
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Andrew Mair, Vonkeli Williams

Lyric:
You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs
'Turn Off The Radio', tune your frequency
This is DPz nigga, 'Revolutionary But Gangsta', holla back

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Come again, break them chains, come on)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Break them chains, come on)

Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get them they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackas in the City Hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals
Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills

Because they not Emcees
Get a little bit a lovin' think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all your records sound the same

I'm sick of that fake thug
R and B rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material, y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You rather have a Lexus? Or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer a necklace or freedom?

See a nigga like me don't playa hate
I just stay awake it's real hip hop
And it don't stop till we get
These crackers off out block
(C'mon)

We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio'
The revolution won't be televised
Turn off that bullshit
We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio'

One thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks take control of your brain
I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather attack and not react

Back to beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex drugs and rock 'n roll
Whether your projects' put on hold
In the real world, it's just people with ideas

They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world it's bigger
Than all these fake-ass records

When po' folks got the millions
And my sisters' disrespected
If you 'Check 1-2'
My word of advise to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, ryder, biter, flame-ignitor
Crowd-exciter, or you wanna just get high
Then just say it but then if you a liar-liar
Pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it, it's bigger than

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(We be DP RBG for life)
'Turn Off The Radio'
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(The revolution won't be televised)
Turn off that bullshit

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(We be DP RBG for life)
'Turn Off The Radio'
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(The revolution won't be televised)
'Turn Off The Radio'

My neck, my back
They put a noose on my neck
And whips on my back
My neck, my back
You got a tie around your neck
But they breakin' your back

My neck, my back
They put a noose on my neck
And whips on my back
My neck, my back
And if you got bling on your neck
You better watch your back

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Nigga it's bigga then)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(It's still bigga then)

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Nigga it's bigga then)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
'Turn Off The Radio'

Word up, eyes open, fist clenched
Dare to struggle dare to win
Goin' out to all the ryders
RBG love, that's 'Revolutionary But Gangsta'

Word up, my whole team, D-Don
([Unverified])
Stik Daddy Dollas, maintain hold strong
Fred Hampton, Jr., we got they eyes on them
We know they got they eyes on you

Word up, everybody doin' time
Minimum, medium, maximum
Super maximum security concentration camps
All the ryders we right there with you
RBG love it's goin' out like that

Everybody, push that middle finger up in the air
To George Bush if you know what time it is
Yeah, turn off the motherfuckin' radio

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Call Me (Fix Remix) - Lyrics - Blackstreet

Title: Call Me (Fix Remix)
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Clifton Nathaniel Chase, Edward G. Fletcher, Randy Muller, Lee Drakeford, S Carter, Sylvia Robinson, L Parker, Melvin Glover, Tom Jefferson, Teddy Riley, Chauncey Andrae Hannibal, Markell Demont Riley

Lyric:
Blackstreet, JJ
Come on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, what what

What's up girlfriend?
What's up boyfriend?
Yo meet my girlfriend
Meet my boyfriend
This is my girlfriend
This is my boyfriend
So what's up girlfriend?
So what's up boyfriend?
Yeah you know, uh huh, what's up?

I can't get her off my back
Give her a little love she don't know how to act
She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back
I didn't know honey gets down like that
Now girl I gotta watch us pack
This female is a fatal attract
Maybe 'cause she got zipper to jack
She didn't know I puts it down like that
That's why

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

She keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me
Followin' me, telling me that she lovin' me
But my girlfriend said, just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Uh, pick it up JJ one time

I can't get him out of my hair
Had the boy playin' truth or dare
Callin' my phone this is where I be
Boy said, sweetie you're my main squeeze
It's 2am and he's back again
Arms on my waist, all in my way
Boy there must be more spice than this

Boyfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

He keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me
Followin' me, telling me that he's lovin' me
But my baby said, just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it

Yeah, turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark
You wasn't smart, you started fuckin' Ja with your heart
If I ripped it apart don't hate me, thank me baby
If my world was yours it would drive you crazy
'Cause I love what I do, like fuckin' you hoes and soon
Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove
And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease
You fuckin' with me, just know we fuckin' for free

Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed
E-V-E, caramel skin bitch cost
And before you stroke the kitty nigga better break off
Nigga wanna fuckin' run, better shake off
Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin'
Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'?
Big cat with the big gat ready to fuck
One nutt you done screamin' "damn baby I'm stuck!"

Why in the world would you continue to run my way?
Got hit once, found out that I don't play
What the deal mami?
Who pushed you through the irony of Fuckin'
And suckin' me, splitin' the coke with me

Yeah you used to have me flippin'
All your ex-hoes had me bitchin'
Daddy, I never front, your dick game keep me twitchin'
(No doubt) How can you deny this freak?
Shhh no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

She/he keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me
Followin' me, telling me that s/he lovin' me
But my baby/girlfriend said, just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it

We out

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Girlfriend/Boyfriend (Swizz Beats Remix) - Lyrics - Blackstreet

Title: Girlfriend/Boyfriend (Swizz Beats Remix)
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving, Eve Jeffers, Jeffrey B Atkins, Teddy Riley, Jimmy Elton Cozier

Lyric:
Blackstreet, JJ
Come on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, what what?

What's up, girlfriend?
What's up, boyfriend?
Show me my girlfriend
Meet my boyfriend

This is my girlfriend
This is my boyfriend
So what's up, girlfriend?
So what's up, boyfriend?
Yeah you know, uh huh, what's up?

I can't get her off my back
Give her a little love, she don't know how to act
She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back
I didn't know, honey gets down like that

Now, a brotha gotta watch his back
This female is a fatal attract
Maybe 'cause she got zipper to jack
She didn't know I puts it down like that, that's why

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

She keep paging me, calling me
Stalking me, hawking me
Following me, telling me
That she loving me

But my girlfriend said
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
Uh, pick it up, JJ one time

I can't get him out of my hair
After one game of truth or dare
Callin' my phone askin' where I be
Boy said, "Sweetie, you're my main squeeze"

It's 2 a.m. and he's back again
All in my space, all in my way
Plottin' ways to get in my mix
Boy, there's already enough spice in this

Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

He keep paging me, calling me
Stalking me, hawking me
Following me, telling me
That he's loving me

But my baby said
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"

Uh, uh, yeah, turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark
You wasn't smart, you started Jah with your heart
If I ripped it apart, don't hate me, thank me, baby
If my world was yours it would drive you crazy

'Cause I love what I do, you
Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove
And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease
You me, just know we free

Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed
E V E, caramel skin cost
And before you stroke the kitty better break off
Wanna run, better shake off

Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin'
Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'
Big cat with the big gat ready to
One nutt you done screamin' baby, I'm stuck

Why in the world would you continue to run my way
Got hit once, found out that I don't play
What the deal mami, who pushed you through the irony
Me, splitin' the coke with me

Yeah, you used to have me flippin'
All your ex-hoes had
Daddy, I never front, your game keep me twitchin'
(No doubt)
How can you deny this freak?
Shh, no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

She keep paging me, calling me
Stalking me, hawking me
Following me, telling me
That she loving me

But my baby said
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
We out

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Look Into My Eyez (Atlantis Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Look Into My Eyez (Atlantis Remix)
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Tony Cowan, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

Coming through the door with my militia
Why do they bring big niggas?
Fuck y'all with a gang of bodyguards
My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas

Stepping out the Limos, the bitch soldiers maintain
Giving my babies all of my money
But my diamonds steady be shining
My gang, you know me, homies got mo' love

And I'm blessed, when I'm outta my sentence
Pump my fist to 'Mo Thug'
Gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders
Jesus sent me His roll or loco
Sober, load a revolver, hold up

Now, buck 'em all to Hell 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that the bullet holes was too much, no luck
Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out
The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up
Hold up, and wait a minute
It's time for Bone Thugs
'Cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit
And call his shit original?
What's worse, telling people you made the style
We put down three fucking years ago

And that's just like a nigga, wanna take all the credit
I bet it didn't even occur
That we would eventually meet with ya, kid
Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy
And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that

But a y'all fin to get stomped, let 'em loose
And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh
Uh, huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way
Fully automatic when we let 'em lay

"Aw shit, get down, Leatherface"
Fuck 'em all, if I can't get my respect
Come on, now, put them to rest
What a bloody, bloody mess but nevertheless, we won't stress

I figured this platinum got you acting
Like you got to be me
It's all in your mind but in time
You'll find we as real as we speak

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster
Giving you the most, I toast to them thugs
Nigga, nothing but the love of bud
That we brought to the table

And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud
Harmony smooth with the thug shit
Mo' murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you craft these Bones, we can get it on

And I'm referring to all of y'all bitches
Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that
Rollin' with the E since '93, shutting
Shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that?

I know y'all niggas wanna roll with pros
And make friend of foes
But we chosen, God done blessed us with His potion
Pure devotion, freely spoken, baby

Niggas can't see us never, stay together
My click too clever
Riding through the days of the stormy weather
Remember, 'Eternal', it means for everlasting
Number 1 assassin blasting

Bashing on all you niggas's what I'm doing
All of the Heavens gonna be ruling trues, when He come
We won't be losing, provin' 'em wrong

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go
True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga
Put 'em in a river, we the killas, and that's for sure
Niggas out there clowning mine, you can't rhyme
The style you got is all mine
And when I see you, bitch, I'm going in your pockets double time

And it's like that, you don't want that
Come and get some pap, pap, wanna sound like?
Wanna be like? Nigga, we can't have that
Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? Platinum raps

Nigga bet that biting shit ain't doing nothing
Trying to make something outta nothing
Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down
Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 Mag, I'm glad

'Cause when you're fucking with Bone
We sending 'em home in a body bag
Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug
Putting it down with Harmony, Harmony

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

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Look Into My Eyes [Atlantis Remix] - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Look Into My Eyes [Atlantis Remix]
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Tony Cowan, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

Coming through the door with my militia
Why do they bring big niggas?
Fuck y'all with a gang of bodyguards
My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas

Stepping out the Limos, the bitch soldiers maintain
Giving my babies all of my money
But my diamonds steady be shining
My gang, you know me, homies got mo' love

And I'm blessed, when I'm outta my sentence
Pump my fist to 'Mo Thug'
Gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders
Jesus sent me His roll or loco
Sober, load a revolver, hold up

Now, buck 'em all to Hell 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that the bullet holes was too much, no luck
Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out
The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up
Hold up, and wait a minute
It's time for Bone Thugs
'Cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit
And call his shit original?
What's worse, telling people you made the style
We put down three fucking years ago

And that's just like a nigga, wanna take all the credit
I bet it didn't even occur
That we would eventually meet with ya, kid
Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy
And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that

But a y'all fin to get stomped, let 'em loose
And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh
Uh, huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way
Fully automatic when we let 'em lay

"Aw shit, get down, Leatherface"
Fuck 'em all, if I can't get my respect
Come on, now, put them to rest
What a bloody, bloody mess but nevertheless, we won't stress

I figured this platinum got you acting
Like you got to be me
It's all in your mind but in time
You'll find we as real as we speak

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster
Giving you the most, I toast to them thugs
Nigga, nothing but the love of bud
That we brought to the table

And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud
Harmony smooth with the thug shit
Mo' murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you craft these Bones, we can get it on

And I'm referring to all of y'all bitches
Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that
Rollin' with the E since '93, shutting
Shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that?

I know y'all niggas wanna roll with pros
And make friend of foes
But we chosen, God done blessed us with His potion
Pure devotion, freely spoken, baby

Niggas can't see us never, stay together
My click too clever
Riding through the days of the stormy weather
Remember, 'Eternal', it means for everlasting
Number 1 assassin blasting

Bashing on all you niggas's what I'm doing
All of the Heavens gonna be ruling trues, when He come
We won't be losing, provin' 'em wrong

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go
True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga
Put 'em in a river, we the killas, and that's for sure
Niggas out there clowning mine, you can't rhyme
The style you got is all mine
And when I see you, bitch, I'm going in your pockets double time

And it's like that, you don't want that
Come and get some pap, pap, wanna sound like?
Wanna be like? Nigga, we can't have that
Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? Platinum raps

Nigga bet that biting shit ain't doing nothing
Trying to make something outta nothing
Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down
Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 Mag, I'm glad

'Cause when you're fucking with Bone
We sending 'em home in a body bag
Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug
Putting it down with Harmony, Harmony

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

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