Hit 'Em High - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Hit 'Em High
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Artis Jr Ivey, Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Clifford Smith, Todd Smith, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Greetings, Earthlings
We have now taken over your radio

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

Goin' straight through the hole, you ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame, comin' through like a train
Lookin' to take over the whole world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control

You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well, taker, Earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move, I'm comin' right through you

It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closin' in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when I bust, now your whole crew is dust

Comin' through my area, I'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range, go tell me who wanna tangle with the
Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?

We want it all, unstoppable, we run the floor
You can't get none of this hardcore
In the game we take you to war
You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when I change

And you are type strange
Make room, maniacal, Monstar in the game
And I got my eye on you
Dead shot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain

You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you
The Monstar again, I'm tellin' you
Pass me the rock, now, I'm headed to the basket
Get up out my way is what you better do

My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct
You better ask it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift?
You get stripped by ball handlers ruled by swackhammer

Danger, you're dealin' with official hoop-bangers
With hang time like a coat hanger
Jump with thunderous 360 degree type dunks
What up doc? The Monstar Funk

Lightnin' strikes and the court lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated
Once I get to ballin' I can't be deflated

I'm rugged raw, my Monstars is gettin' money
When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies
Every step I take shakes the ground
I'll make you break your ankles, son, shake you down

This is my planet, I'm 'bout business
The best that ever done it, can I get a witness?
Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above
You in it for the money? Or in it for the love, M.J.?

23 ways to make a pay, loungin' in the mothership back around my way
I'm 28 light years old, if the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole
Am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow

We want it all, unstoppable, we run the floor
You can't get none of this hardcore
In the game we take you to war
You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

Yo, God bless, pick up your chest
Here's an example, how I can stress your full court press
With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test
We're speed ballin' on the fastbreak just like the Pony Express

I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the label off
Just use your head and forfeit the game
You and your team just need to back off
Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock

I'm startin' a line-up by gettin', y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot
When we come right through tell me what you really gon' do?

Well, leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you
While you abandon your ship, we take your championship
With nothin' left for you to see except the instant replay clip
Money spendin', goal tendin', stay-bendin' teams like crash cars
Who do they be? They be The Monstars

We want it all, unstoppable, we run the floor
You can't get none of this hardcore
In the game we take you to war
You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

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Hit Em Up - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Hit Em Up
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Matthew Arther Delgiorno, Dwayne Michael Carter, Bigram John Zayas

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Lyric:
Yea, I tried to talk to him

Quit talkin', I'ma hang ya by your tongue, yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bullshit, nigga, quit the diarrhea

Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um, yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa, fuck around wit the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies

Honest, you niggaz is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to be
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts ain't none but rock n roll to him

Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin', it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him but then a nigga had to

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, really, I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rot put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin' and not enough deuce
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em but I hit em up
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin' your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me an' my goons
Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon

Throwin' up fingers sayin', "My side rule"
If a nigga disagree, ask him, "Must I prove?"
That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool
An' I'm in it like Bennett, hoe, aren't I cool?

But if that thermostat switch an' that needle move
Then the attitude switch an' the heat'll move
I got that, Chiquita banana, clip for the tool
Me, the disaster, pity the fool

Eat a catastrophe, swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste? Pie to your face, you a bitch, nigga
All pussy, stop comin' out your lips, nigga
I tried to talk him but then a nigga had to

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, really, I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rot put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin' and not enough deuce
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em but I hit em up
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Real talk, boy, chill wit the talk, boy
That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy
Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone, boy

Wit your friends to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress an' a fluffy tombstone
Fuck discussion, I ain't into it, boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy

Big Uzi, just shoot the boy
I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder, boy
You need sutures on your smooches, boy
But I tried to talk to him but then a nigga had to

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, really, I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rot put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin' and not enough deuce
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em up, hit em up
I ain't even wanna hit em but I hit em up
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

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Murda 4 Life - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Murda 4 Life
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Lorenzo Irving, Jeffrey Atkins, Malik Cox, Taiwan Green

Lyric:
Yeah, what y'all niggas want?
Street shit,Memph Bleek shit
Ja Rule, ya heard nigga

Nigga's live with it money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
But you can't get it till the day, ride em' high

Nigga's live with it money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
But you can't get it till the day, ride em' high

Yo, you can holla at the dog
Haters want to see me fall
Bitches want to see me ball
Killers they don't want to see me at all

If I wasn't rollin' with The Roc, would you nigga's pass Roc
Yeah, birds, or flash glocks
I walk around with two mac's,razors,and ice picks
Just cause' you nigga's want to see me hurtin' like them
It's all about the Benjamins, money, cash, hoes
Livin' through this shit I'm in, nigga stack dough

Street scholar, eight-figga nigga, white collar gat
Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back
I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer
Drug ass flow, like I've been cuffed with Eta

Mark ass nigga don't want parts of this nigga
Spark with this nigga, blaze bark with this nigga
Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you,mommy how are you?
Slide cock inside you supply you, with ten bitches times two
I'm a motherfuckin' animal

Nigga's live with money, drugs,and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it to the day ride 'em high

Nigga's live with money, drugs,and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it to the day ride 'em high

Fuck, the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm livin' my life niggas take a look at these eyes
Witness What it's like to be real nigga's
Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke rugs

Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga
Fuck around with Ja and may get hit up
Tearin' your whole clique up, then we clip up
Nigga that's what the murder, nigga that's us

What the fuck? Is you ready to die right now nigga?
Make you feel my style nigga
Growin' up with wild Brooklon and Queens L niggas
Hit em, any nigga that breathe room reel em wit' hot ones
Ain't no nigga like me, who you ridin' with?

Rollin' nothin' but hot shit,yo' bitch my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick, blow dick
How Icock spread it, hoes love that shit
You sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist bitch

Have you topless, dancin' in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know how my style is, always in some foul shit
Rule bitch let the world know when I spit
Nothin' but the murderous, live with it

Nigga's live with money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it to the day ride 'em high

Nigga's live with money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it to the day ride 'em high

Yo, yo, yo, holla what you think of that?
Bitch where we freakin' at?
Bum chicken I don't speak to that
Fly mama I'll creep with that

Live with it,lick and hit it, don't stop, get it get it
Don't trick it, bitch would you fuck with it?
Brooklon and Queens, it's murda, yo it means mo' killas
Iit's murda, mo' guns, mo'drugs, mo' real ass nigga's
Holla, don't give a fuck dolla's
Nigga's what you want get it crump blazed stump
What the fuck y'all want nigga?

None of me 'cause I hit em' with too much style
In my energy, got nigga's creatin' little me's
I'm a lot game squeeze
Knowin' it's my time if I leave and breathe
Nigga's hatin' on mines I'm a nightmare
Nigga's better prepare to die and deal with
Ja hollerin' murda for life

Nigga's live with money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it to the day ride 'em high

Nigga's live with money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it to the day ride 'em high

Uh, uh, yeah nigga
Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
Holla back, Roc-A-Fella
It's murda, it's murda
Uh,uh, we out

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Murda 4 Life - Lyrics - Coming of Age - Memphis Bleek

Title: Murda 4 Life
Album: Coming of Age
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Lorenzo Irving, Jeffrey Atkins, Malik Cox, Taiwan Green

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Lyric:
Yeah, what y'all niggas want?
Street shit
Memph Bleek shit, Ja Rule
Ya heard nigga
[Incomprehensible]

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
But you can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
But you can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Yo, you can holla at the dog
Haters want to see me fall
Bitches want to see me ball
Killers they don't want to see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the roc would you nigga's pass roc
Yeah birds, or flash glocks
I walk around with two mac's, razors, and ice picks
Just 'cause you nigga's want to see me hurtin' like them

It's all about the benjamins, money, cash, hoes
Livin' through this shit I'm in, nigga stack dough
Street scholar, eight-figga nigga, white collar gat
Ain't the M E M P H man, bitch holla back
I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer
Drug ass flow, like I've been cuffed with Eta
Mark ass nigga don't want parts of this nigga
Spark with this nigga, blaze bark with this nigga

Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how are you?
Slide cock inside you supply you, with ten bitches times two
I'm a motherfucking animal

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Fuck, the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm livin' my life niggas take a look at these eyes
Witness what it's like to be real nigga's
Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke rugs
Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga
Fuck around with Ja and may get hit up
Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
Nigga that's what the murder, Nigga that's us

What the fuck? Is you ready to die right now Nigga?
Make you feel my style nigga
Growin' up with wild Brooklyn and Queens L niggas
Hit 'em, any nigga that breathe room reel 'em wit hot ones
Ain't no nigga like me, who you ridin' with?
Rollin' nothing but hot shit, yo' bitch my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick, blow dick
How I cock spread it, hoes love that shit

You sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist bitch
Have you topless, dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know how my style is, always in some foul shit
Rule bitch let the world know when I spit
Nothing but the murderous, live with it

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Yo, yo, yo
Holla what you think of that?
Bitch where we freakin' at?
Bum chicken I don't speak to that
Fly mama I'll creep with that
Live with it, lick and hit it
Don't stop, get it get it
Don't trick it
Bitch would you fuck with it?

Brooklyn and Queens, yo it means mo' killas
(It's murda)
(It's murda)
Mo' guns, mo' drugs, mo' real ass nigga's
Holla, don't give a fuck dolla's
Nigga's what you want get it crump blazed stump
What the fuck y'all want nigga?

None of me 'cause I hit 'em with too much style
In my energy, got nigga's creating little me's
I'm a lot game squeeze
Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe
Nigga's hatin' on mines I'm a nightmare
Nigga's better prepare to die and deal with
Ja hollering murda for life

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it, get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Uh, uh, yeah nigga
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla Back
Roc-a-fella
It's murda, it's murda
Uh, uh
We out

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Get Em High - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Get Em High
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye West, Talib Kweli

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Lyric:
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now, my flow is in the pocket like Wallace
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was goin' through hella problems
'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college

My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me?
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow
My heart and if you follow the charts to the plaques or the stacks"
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see?

I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful
But this bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro
And I don't usually smoke but pass the dro

And I won't give you that money that you askin' fo'
Why you think me and dame cool? We assholes
That's why we here your music in fast fo'
'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now who the hell is this?
E-mailin' me at 11:26, tellin' me
That she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on Black Planet be
When they get bubblee

At NYU but she hailed from Kansas
Right now she just lampin', chillin' on campus
Sent me a picture with her feelin' on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis

W-H-I-T, it's gettin' late mami
Your screen saver say tweet so you got to call me
And bring a friend for my friend his name Kweli
You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib
I mean that's my favorite CD that I play at my crib

I mean you don't really know him, why is you lyin'?
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time and get her high

I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes
But never mind I need some tracks you tryin' to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you, tryin' to blow backs out
Well okay you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyo
Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms?

And she's the bomb, boy, she got the bougey behavior
Always got somethin' to say like a okayplaya hater
Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the interneter

Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette
You really fuckin' that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of it

Get em high like noon or the moon
Or room filled with smoke, a high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed out of tune
But I still feel the notes the real nigga quotes

Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control, rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger Woods
In the hood to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you
You'se a bitch, I got ones that are thicker than you

How could I ever let your words affect me?
They say Hip-Hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me
Mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys

To many featured emcees and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and snooped up

Label got you souped up, tellin' you, you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster

Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder than Denver I ain't a mad rapper
Just a emcee with a temper

You dancin' for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye
Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin'
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

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Stimulation - Lyrics - Tical - Method Man

Title: Stimulation
Album: Tical
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion

I got 36 styles on my mind
Keep it real, Shaolin represent one (time)
All my peoples are you with me, where you at? (suuuu)
All my killer bees on attack, where you at? (suuuu)
Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you wanna mix
If ya got ya gats peel a cap for the new year
Blinding devotion
What's the commotion?
Wu-Tang clan (?)
Flowin' like the ocean (bluue)
I be comin' for your (crewww)
Flyin' guillotine (styyyle)
With the name Meth-Tical
Is it on?
Is it on?
Is it gone?
If I ain't on ya records then the shit ain't really on
One man band from the Wu-Tang clan
Ask who the man, goddamn, it be Method
Here-here I am in the plan (?)
Puttin' Def Jam's on my records
It's onnnn

Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion
Can everybody feel the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation

I'm here for you son, I gotcha back
As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back
Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act
Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack
C'mon let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize
From my sword chop what a nigga do?
A nigga dies
That's why I'm stressin' that brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson
Ressurect yo mind from the essence
For real
Ill block nigga get rocked like by the dozen
Whaddup cousin?
Now give a pound to that lounge nigga
Peace, my MZA, killa hills 10304 by tha gza got me wide it's goin dza
So I just, uh
Make my way for the Wu building
Now I'm chillin' with the neighborhood villans thug life it be on now
Hear the gun blaow as I milk another cow
Let the method show you how niggas do it
I study
In the life of good, bad, and ugly
Part time call that nigga lovely
But that ain't nuttin'
Before I die, I'm a leave the world
With something
To remember me by
The real stimuli
Fool you be frontin'
?Ass out rap to rapture to capture?
I keep it when I part like a natural disaster
I keep it live
Time more than '85
And (?) third eye got me thinkin'
Mabye you and I should get together for whatever
You never in ya long ligge-life had it better
Then you got it now
We be lifted, tical
Word, son, I like yo style

Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion
Can everybody feel the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation

Basically
I'm here for the stimuli
To get high and for doughnuts
Meth-Tical, it's 9-4, and it's raw, once more
The Wu-Tang saga continues

Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion
Can everybody feel the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation

Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion
Can everybody feel the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation

Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion
Can everybody feel the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation

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Girls Gone Wild (Explicit) - Lyrics - Runaway Love - Ludacris

Title: Girls Gone Wild (Explicit)
Album: Runaway Love
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Pharrell L. Williams

Lyric:
10, 9, 8, 7, 6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Never scared to be different
The impossible's put into existence
For instance, this is me
What did you expect from the 5th LP?

Gone for a minute, now I'm back again
Back to back, back to break backs again
Put 'em in the back seat of the 'Llac again
And rip off the Magnum packagin', what's happenin'?

I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna make 'em dance, so I can see 'em shake they ass
Then I'll put 'em in a trance 'til I get 'em out them pants

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

Fearless like Jack the Ripper
Hip hop needs help, so I'm back to flip her
Flip and run 'em back 'cause I'm back to stick her
And throw up on the track like it's full of liquor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

You lookin' at rap's most consistent
Man, whatever they can't do, I can
What they wanna be in the future, I am
A hip hop mogul's right where I stand

Goddamn, I'm good
Stretchin' out the limits of music, I should
Do it like I know and how only I could
Do it like a pro and how only I would

Still I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna pour Patron 'til I get 'em in the zone
Then I'll get 'em all alone 'til I make 'em wanna bone

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

L U to the D A C
To the R I S and yeah, that's me
A gift to read minds, got ESP
Hottest thing on the go since PSP's

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

Wow, MC's, I bake 'em
Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break 'em
Mighta took your brain a minute to process
Could take the whole game a minute to top this

Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time
With a flow so fast, I'm ahead of my rhyme
Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine
With a six year run, havin' a hell of a time

'Cause I'm always lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna get 'em high 'til I make 'em touch the sky
Then I'll make 'em wonder why, why, why am I so fly?

'Cause I took 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

A millionaire with extra paper
If you haven't heard, go and ask a neighbor
I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor
So put it on your tongue for your mouths to savor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

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Girls Gone Wild - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Girls Gone Wild
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Pharrell L. Williams

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Lyric:
10, 9, 8, 7, 6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Never scared to be different
The impossible's put into existence
For instance, this is me
What did you expect from the 5th LP?

Gone for a minute, now I'm back again
Back to back, back to break backs again
Put 'em in the back seat of the 'Llac again
And rip off the Magnum packagin', what's happenin'?

I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna make 'em dance, so I can see 'em shake they ass
Then I'll put 'em in a trance 'til I get 'em out them pants

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

Fearless like Jack the Ripper
Hip hop needs help, so I'm back to flip her
Flip and run 'em back 'cause I'm back to stick her
And throw up on the track like it's full of liquor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

You lookin' at rap's most consistent
Man, whatever they can't do, I can
What they wanna be in the future, I am
A hip hop mogul's right where I stand

Goddamn, I'm good
Stretchin' out the limits of music, I should
Do it like I know and how only I could
Do it like a pro and how only I would

Still I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna pour Patron 'til I get 'em in the zone
Then I'll get 'em all alone 'til I make 'em wanna bone

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

L U to the D A C
To the R I S and yeah, that's me
A gift to read minds, got ESP
Hottest thing on the go since PSP's

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

Wow, MC's, I bake 'em
Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break 'em
Mighta took your brain a minute to process
Could take the whole game a minute to top this

Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time
With a flow so fast, I'm ahead of my rhyme
Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine
With a six year run, havin' a hell of a time

'Cause I'm always lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna get 'em high 'til I make 'em touch the sky
Then I'll make 'em wonder why, why, why am I so fly?

'Cause I took 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

A millionaire with extra paper
If you haven't heard, go and ask a neighbor
I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor
So put it on your tongue for your mouths to savor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

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Swerve - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Swerve
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

Lyric:
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
I swerve left

(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

You might catch me on the Interstate acting bad
Hoes hollin' there he go, who? boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thang
There go that dawg spinnin' hard from lane to lane

Don't play no games 'cause I make you out to demonstration
Why you swerving' 'cause they hatin'
Why they hatin' 'cause you makin', it's cash dawg

It's hatch, dawg, who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin' to the ceiling', you ain't rollin' wit me
I got this swerving shit from back in the day
When niggas on them Ps and Vs made you get out they way

Hey people, hollin' why you act like this is it 'em pills?
Hell no, it's that savvy shit that I done lived
Keep it real, you be swerving to
If yo shit spinnin' 'bout a thousand hoes done heard of you

That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin' up them 4's
This how it goes

You by the club swerve
You wit yo girl swerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

I'm doin' 55 in the burbon straight swerving
Wit a high yellow fine virgin and we swerving
Hollin' I'm a fool boy, ya heard me straight swerving
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerving

Hit the parkin' lot by the club just swerving
Head lights shinin' on my dubs while I'm swerving
I keep a ol' pistol on my lap while I swerve
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve

I play the 659 with the slap while I'm swerving
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swerving
A 4 or 5 hundred dolla stack big swerving
Smoking on some dolga early Monday
And I been swerving since Thursday

Red bones in the back got me swerving
Shit, I done took my eyes up off the road
While I was rubbin' on that cat
Doin' it big like that nigga, swerving
It's all good we on the map, Baton Rouge were ya at swerve?

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

This for my dawgs in penitentiary, who holla
Shit like gutta gutta when you mention me that Hennessey
Mane, that Hen got me swerving crazy
I saw a dog turned my head and almost hit a lady, slow down baby

With little beat hollin' in the back
I'm in my STS, lil' chunky in my otha lack, don't fuck with hats
'Cause I'll hit you with that Nina Ross
It's on ya head, bitch, you dead, I pay the cost 'cause I'm a boss

In the Southside out Baton Rouge
Where niggas swerving on them 20's and them 22's, we act a foo
Back in the game I used to throw them dreams
In my firebird on them choppas and them fucking screens, sippin' that lin

Acting like I never had shit, bust yo head in a trash pit
I wrap you up in plastic, show yo ass magic
Abra cadbra cado, here go lil' boo
This verse is for all my hoes who be swerving too

SSB swerve, UPT swerve, Park T, Easy T, Cee Cee swerve
Fairfield swerve, Shellwood swerve
Every hood in Baton Rouge, it's all good swerve

(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left

(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right

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Shoot' Em Up - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Shoot' Em Up
Album: The Collection: Vol. 1
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, Charles Scruggs, Ronald Isley, Tim Middleton, Ernie Isley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley, Byron Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Right off the job, ooh, now I gots ta let ya know
When you seen betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns
And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin'
Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
Now that you know like that

These niggaz come around, they don't know how to act, in fact
I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood
Smokin' weed and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that bank
Slang that bud on over yo thug

So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate
We straight get high, so high
That's how my mental, that's how my mental stay
It's like parlay parlay like every day
Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin'
But ya betta be pinnin' yo self

I cuts in with tha M-11, 357
Automatic weapons from my shelf
These niggaz wanna take my health
My wealth check yo self
Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win
We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed

Now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll
Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock
'Bout ta hit this corna
Livin' like a thugs on tha real who's stronga
When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz

Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda dem all
They fall, dey fall, buck-buck, oh yeah
Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna
And fuck with tha real mothafuckas
They fuck with us when we puff bitch

Ooh, because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick
Hey and 44 mag don't go and
Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter
Execution, I'll be shootin' round
"Leavin' em off on ya raw"

Ya plot me 'cause you watch me
My nigga you know you watchin' me now
When bitch niggaz run up and try me
I'm flippin' up outta my shit with some shit
To be keepin' you wonderin' redrum, bye-bye

And fo' sure we lit 'em up good
And you can still find me where
You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair
Going back to the mo
And it's Cleveland Cleveland

You know we thuggin' and thievin' thievin'
There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to make
A whole notha record
For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin' to lose
And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus

Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room
If I could just look up and see ya dyin' lyin'
Lyin' and flippin' my mind
Wherever you dig 'em quiet
The get past on tha ride right bang

That's tha way you get a man, get a man
Sneak up on him and you kill him
And he won't fuck with you no more
You havin' a party

With that weed goin' up in ya body
Smokers chill
My niggaz they got me sloppy
High, oh, so, so high

Come on, come on, don't be shy, let's get high
We got tha herb, if you want some, want some
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
Oh yeah
I know this just might sound crazy, but lately

Gotta roll wit' my gun
'Cause tha hatas they hate me
When they heard that nigga bone
Niggaz somehow someway get paid
Even if they hate that buck to tha bang

Good thing I got a gat
'Cause we rhyme tight rhymes
Had to thug out but it came in time
Just two times and if you give it to me
My thugs gon' give it to you

So people pull back, it's cool
Somebody's head gon' get blown
Bone, doin' ya best on that
Hey, hey, hey, go and fix with yo pistols
And get with that buck
To tha bang, bang, bang

Nigga wanna roll with bone it's on
But nigga we cool, we cool
Don't forget playa hataz gettin'
That buck to tha bang
All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em

We won't be slippin'
We might just be peepin' you all tha time
I'm comin', I'm gunnin'
And put that on tha dolla man

Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off
And you lossin', betta look to
Falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
Well, that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring
For tha police on the corna'
Creepin' up because tha soldiers

Well, they betta be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggaz
Puttin' it together to grab the doja
Well, I know ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you
Ready with a gang of bitches for you
Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang
That buck, buck to smoke Jane

See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
With that Bizzy maintain
Well, it be that north coast homie
That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
Police want to search you for nothin' but that skunk
So it's on bitch bang
Feel it bitch 'cause my trigga fingaz a bitch

Ho, I be puttin' 'em down with my click
I stood 'em all and still play
And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin' with y'all
Slangin' my dogs to dem all
Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all good
I still ball and I'm knowin' you knowin'

No snatching, no souls, no nigga be showin'
'Cause as I'm flowin' already
Gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here
Clair, stickin' up tha sto'
What did you think I'm scared?
There you are
What did you think I'd bring you down?

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

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Good Times - Lyrics - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories - Swizz Beatz

Title: Good Times
Album: Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): David Styles, K Dean, Marilyn Mc Leod, Robert Hankerson, Pamela Joan Sawyer

Lyric:
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high on your memory
High on your memory, high on your memory

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high

Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P., the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave

I get high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbled me now
And I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I'm sober, dog
I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up

I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone
Motherfucker case, I'm dyin' tonight
So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high

Aiyyo, I smoke like a chimney
Matter of fact I smoke like a gun when a killer see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did, add to that
That I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's

Spit with the finishin' touch, get this, that
I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged

I get a rush off the blood on the walls, you understand?
Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor
I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?
And I'ma never give a fuck, that's right 'cause I'm better than you

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high

I'ma smoke till my lungs collapse, I'm from a era where
Niggaz 'cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dollar bill is powerful, I smoke weed 'cause
Time seem precious and I know what a hour do

High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'
With my real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin'
Shit, I get as high as I could, 'cause if you see things
Like I see things that I'ma die in the hood

Motherfucker, understand it's full service to you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
This is S.P., dump it in you, bitch, I get high

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
...

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Candy (Drippin' Like Water) - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Candy (Drippin' Like Water)
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Craig Irving, Ricardo Thomas, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Tomi Jenkins, Mary Ann Vieira, R Emmanuel, Earl Stephens, Larry Blackmon, Calvin Broadus, Keiwan Spillman, A Tyler, Ishmael Butler

Lyric:
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

Narcotic this window meth merchant
Shippin' and handlin' your life supply
Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye
What y'all tryna buy pimpin', y'know it's kinda dry
Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left
That'll last me through the year

Doula, ice cream candy
Man, that s*** be comin' in handy
It's real walkie talkie
I got that from the DB's, my cousin, work dirty

If you want 'em, I got 'em, you up to cop it
You better be about your grit
Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip
Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker
Be a block monster, be a reputable motherf***

Real mash with my Spanish
If ain't about no gouda, partner, you can vanish
Don't get put up in your place
Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

Now-A-Later's, Gum Drops, Jelly Beans
Lollipops and triple beams
Blue Carpet, yeah, that's Tha Treatment
Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin' it

Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this
So go on and get yourself a bar of this
No change, man, gimme the bucks
The kinda candy I sell, they call it 'Deez Nutz'

I'm almond with the caramel insides
You appear frontin' with the French fries
How it feel, man? What it look like?
I'm in your neighborhood, pullin' on some Bud Light

Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper
Now put it in your mouth
To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun
And I bet you can't just eat one, candy

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint
Lil' somethin' to chunk, make the *** all faint
If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate
When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady

Yeah, she my one and only
Quick to keep back haters who don't know me
I feel good about candy
My gangstas understand me

Shake it, baby, don't break it baby
Now can you make it clap?
Tryna fit this work in your gap
Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on
I get it from you, then I step on it to bubble on

It's gettin' sweeter than a sugar cane
Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin' on gold thangs
Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin', boy
'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

It's like candy, candy

Get it how you want it
Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
While I tadaa check out this bizarre
The D A T, the N I double G, the D A Z

Again, it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for s***
Goddamn, you already know who I am
Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches
Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber?

Dip, drop, drop, dip
Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip
Yeah, *** shot caller
It's America's number one baller

Man, I don't give a *** like, "*** it"
High riders, slide in the bucket
Little momma all up on a *** like a coat
I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

Three thousand **** pieces, you understand me?
I wish a *** would come in this ***
If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, "Hey, how you doin', Suge?"
I didn't even know you were standin' there, *** my bad

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Survival Hungry - Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Survival Hungry
Album: When Disaster Strikes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): George Spivey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

Aye yo, oh baby, what I feel is just the
The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but what the
Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these
Welcome all ya'll to my world series

Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories
I could bust your ass on behalf of all MC's
Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow
The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em, hit'em high, hit'em low

And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often
To illusions of my lyrics givin' you massages in the coffin
The boom shock oh wee horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin' tree
I visualize shit when we in the place to be

Extra strength nigga better's to mind the party
Full fears I just piss off in the place
Make the spot look scarce or pass needles in ya face
Fuck dumb shit straight up
Keep it bouncin' baby make sure you hold your wait up, A hah
Yeah, just watch how the flow will change up for sure
Rippin' until my niggas walk out the door

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

Ya'll, I refuse to lose, look at the news and read the interviews
Flipmode is da squad a unit made of many crews
Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune
Makin' a sacrifice no matter what the shit be costin'

And while you coughin' I be flossin' like a fuckin' dolphin
A lot of bitch rich niggas experience extortion
Since I was born when I perform
I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin' hailstorm

I pull neutral my new flow, put on your funeral home suit
Then executed with a bang shoop
The blow torch has been ignited, those who so excited
I'm about bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited

You soundin' so sloppy
Like a broken muffler draggin' behind an older lobby
Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath
Scientist tried to dissect the way I formulate my craft

Worrying 'bout how I achieve things
And the way I analyze shit and how I percieve things
My style is real like bear skin imported from the Persian
Follow my excurtion all the way till you feelin' the newer vibe version
I complete the after feat destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat
Survival hungry nigga

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

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Hands In Da Air - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Hands In Da Air
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Michael Tyler, Deric Angelettie, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
Niggas always watchin' me
(Funky)
But I want 'em to keep on watchin' me
I'ma keep give 'em sumthin' to see
(Smokin')

I always feel like
Somebody's watchin' me, watchin' me
Could it be the way I'm still tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin' me, jockin' me

The, whole world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe
Rock harder than the one from so-so
I never go broke, broke

I keep comin with the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag
Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?
In fact, I knew how

Watch when I back the Coupe out
Can niggas just troop out?
The same way they do when I show you Brat
With a little bit of boobs out

And her big ass protrude out
Get the news out
Some of you bitches lose out
When the sexiness ooze out

Like orgasms, I'm the best at this
Throwin' tantrums when I move into makin' shit
If you thinkin' of becomin' one of my favorites
You gotta pay a bitch 'cause I be stayin' rich
I ain't quittin', quittin'
Way before, "Funkdafied" I was spittin', spittin'

Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care
This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on 'em
Get cash on 'em

And make 'em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to side
Forever I'm high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby

If y'all wanna see me, see me
I'm give y'all somethin' to look look at
Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants still sag

It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin', lackin' on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit

And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
See you when I shine, I glow, glow
From the C H I C A G O, 60644

And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me
Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you
Some of the ones run
I can't control my trigger finger when it pump, pump

Stay out the way when I come come
It's guaranteed to bump, bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If niggas is askin' who's thumpin', it's Brat Brat

Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care
This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on 'em
Get cash on 'em

And make 'em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to side
Forever I'm high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby

I keep my bad braids back when puttin' the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that
The bass don't thump, we spit on crap
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat

Every time that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap
I be breakin' ya back to the rhythm of rap
[Unverified] test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?
Niggas say, "I love that fuckin' shit ya did wit Da Brat!"

Actin' bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still smoke a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin' out sumthin' that's blazin'

Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
And ya head out ya ass
And keep ya nose out my business
And I mean it, goddammit, 'cause I'm fiddinta get mad

I put 'em in the trash bag
Twist tie, put 'em out Monday and Wednesday
I kick 'em in they raggely ass
Take money from 'em and you know I better get some

I know it ain't fair
But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears
Throw ya hands in the air
As high as you can and leave them bitches there

Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care
This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on 'em
Get cash on 'em

And make 'em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to side
Forever I'm high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby

Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care
This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on 'em
Get cash on 'em

And make 'em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to side
Forever I'm high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby

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