I'M A G - Lyrics - N.O.R.E.

Title: I'M A G
Artist: N.O.R.E.
Composer(s): Victor J Santiago, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Excuse me, let me get by ya
You only in the floor if you a true rider
Got no time for no fucking dick riders
You only on the floor if you a true rider and a
And a G and a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G

Now guess who stepped through the motherfucking door
Boys Militainment and that boy N.O.
Phantom windows down so the wind gone blow
On that hang hang gria, you should already know that
I'm a G, I'm a G

Always live live, 'cause the game gone smell me
Catch me in that drop red car by Chevy
Yeah, I rep the hood, rep the hood, getting wealthy
Been through it all there ain't nothing you can tell me
I'm a G, I'm a G

Still on the run but only run from the cops though
Mad, 'cause my records bang from here to El Paso, yes

Excuse me, let me get by ya
You only in the floor if you a true rider
Got no time for no fucking dick riders
You only on the floor if you a true rider and a
And a G and a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G

The people wanna know when that boy gone bang
Jose Cuervo no Gramaye, drink hard liquor hard liquor all day
I'ma certified-holic if you know I don't play, 'cause
I'm a G, I'm a G

Still two step, don't dance just boogie
Step up in the spot with the weapons and the hoody
All hood with me so you know I'm all goody
Done grew around the pimps
Hustlers gangsters and the bullies, 'cause
I'm a G, I'm a G

Stand here strapped done been all through it
Still pop a nigga, don't think I won't do it, yes

Excuse me, let me get by ya
You only in the floor if you a true rider
Got no time for no fucking dick riders
You only on the floor if you a true rider and a
And a G and a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G

Now one to the two to the three to the four
When I sold crack I only sold crack raw
Break it down quick and then I re-up more
When the Jake rush the spot
I had the safe in the floor, 'cause
I'm a G, I'm a G

I'm still on the block in the Benz with the lights on
Cops on the block with they sirens and pythons
Killers don't care bite they ear like Tyson
Gun shots and yelling what you hear
When the fight's on, 'cause
I'm a G, I'm a G

I stayed right here like I got left back
Always rep Corona, Queens that's Iraq, yes

Excuse me, let me get by ya
You only in the floor if you a true rider
Got no time for no fucking dick riders
You only on the floor if you a true rider and a
And a G and a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G

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I'M A Dick - Lyrics - The Muffs

Title: I'M A Dick
Artist: The Muffs
Composer(s): Kimberly Shattuck

Lyric:
Hey, go away
You're annoyin' me
I'm a dick, I'm a dick
And I could care less

You lied to me, now
I can hear you say
You're a dick, you're a dick
And I could care less

You have nerve
And when you tell everybody
Lies about me
And I see

You so well
You're a fake and you know it
I won't stick
Around you here

You're a freak
I really thought
You were different
I won't be around you here

Times a wastin'
Everybody can see
I'm better off
Without you here

Hey, go away
You're annoyin' me
I'm a dick, I'm a dick
And I could care less

You lied to me, now
I can hear you say
You're a dick, you're a dick
And I could care less

Dick, I'm a dick
And I could care less
Dick, I'm a dick
And I could care less

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Under The Influence - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Under The Influence
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton, Mark Randy Bass, Rufus B Johnson, Jeff Bass, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin' pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Bitch it's too late
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators

My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, forgive me

I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it
You hidin' I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin' me they bracelets

Chillin' in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink kahlua and gin throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the million man March we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?)
Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
(Damn!)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a stop the violence rally, I blast gats

Be your mom on publishin', get your ass capped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Want your motherfuckin' pockets,ascap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's

Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome and causin more violence than nine hoodlums

I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a luni
I got a yuk mouth and it's polluted, I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin Kuniva yo yo
I leave ya face leakin' run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order

I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named fall out von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run

Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Suck my motherfuckin dick, D-12 dirty motherfuckin' dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre kid, swifty McVeigh, The Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Dirty Harry and Slim Shady

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Claimin' I'M A Criminal - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Claimin' I'M A Criminal
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Arnie Lawrence, Homer Banks, Carl Hampton, Raymond Jackson, L Dechalus

Lyric:
7 in the mornin', they kickin' down my momma's door
Now tell me what is this motherfuckin' drama for?
Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?
Then they put the Glock to my chest

Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped
Off to the clink with this bitch ass cop
They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack
And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black

I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent
They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent
I know the game so I just roll with the procedure
Illegal search and seizure, somethin' that they're doin' at their leisure

Down at the station, interrogation is takin' place
Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin' space
Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick
It's the whole black race that they're fuckin' with

Come to find my crime was lettin' brothers know the time
Only the devil is stoppin' me from eatin' swine
And plus my prior record sealed my fate
One for all and in God we trust got me sent upstate

But still I won't bite my tongue
I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one
Who keeps them on a level that's minimum
That's the number one reason

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups
Niggas be swole up, locked down 'cos of a hold-up
"The devil made me do it", is what I say
Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day

I love the kids and I teach 'em to love their father
I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks
But it's over, baby, yes it's over
Ain't much you can do when you're holdin' a phone

A million inmates but ya still alone
You're not cryin' but inside ya dyin'
You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight
Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps

And my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need 'em?
A visit ain't the same like being in the game
But I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it
The beast is a bitch and I see it

I do the knowledge to 'em, so next time I can do 'em
Yo X, I gotta lock it now but write me real soon
I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute
You can never know the penal 'til you been locked the fuck up in it

This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal

They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal

They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

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I'M A Player - Lyrics - Get In Where You Fit In - Too $Hort

Title: I'M A Player
Album: Get In Where You Fit In
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Todd Shaw, Frank Waddy, Gary Cooper

Lyric:
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
'Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point
So you can light that weed
While I spit this rap
And tell you 'bout a player from way back
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts
Gittin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes
Now I fuck top notch bitches
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches
'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy
'Cause I never would fron' on my folks
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
Bitches come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
Short Dog in the house with some player shit

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

All the fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend you see her every night
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two
Cut to the house and said baby I love you
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before
I see it again
Young tender saying Short would you be my man

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters

Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick
And even though I can't fuck you every day
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way
We can all get together on a late night
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight
I really don't care
Cause I'm a player

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

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Real Gangstaz - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Real Gangstaz
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big, big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine
And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline

The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster

But that don't stop the heater from bangin', or me comin' through
Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-ten's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder

Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the game
Let's say the Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains

And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A-one good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin' the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig

When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac

A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey

And ain't nuttin' to do a drive by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'm a still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few

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Rock Star - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Rock Star
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Lenny Kravitz, Andre Parker

Lyric:
Yea, hehe
Eh uh uh, here we go
Yea yea
Uh uh, classic shit
Yea y'all
I'm a rock star baby

Fuckin' with these niggaz
Yea yea yea uhh

I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only read my mind)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only hear my cries)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they would only realize)
I'm a rock star baby, hey hey
(Only if they could live my life)

Said a nigga was raised up in the streets
(Yea mama, I'm a thug)
And nothin' is stoppin for me
(Except for myself)
Is the Lord in me?
(You and everyone else)
God please shine down on me
(Shine down on me)

I'm not the only nigga that prays every day for forgiveness
This life is makin' me substance abusive
The media always wants the exclusive
Well here it is, fuck 'em all baby, 'cause they're useless
Sometimes I feel all I need is my music
It fuckin' sets me free,d let me breathe
'Cause my niggaz ain't leavin they blood on the streets
For they kids not to eat and they kids not to eat
Revolution, pick a side and draw heats
And may the best man hold his head on these here streets
'Cause in life and in music, I'm poised and I'm focused
And the world should take notice

I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only read my mind)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only hear my cries)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they would only realize)
I'm a rock star baybay, hey hey
(Only if they could live my life)

Underworld ties is where my heart lies
They do the drama, makin' songs like ol' blue eyes
That make the whole world sing.
It's alright if you don't understand me, it wasn't meant to be
'Cause it's hard enough for me to fight for what I believe in
Than have to look in the mirror and see demons
Now everybody's talkin' rhyme over reason
My only reason for rhymin' is 'cause I bleed it
Here come the leeches, they gettin' paid
Off my talent, my love, my pain, am I a slave?
Bein' cursed in my own brain
For this life I embrace and I praise
A nigga stuck in his ways
As the remix plays
Rule and J.Blige, rainy days
I think about life and music and how to stay focused
And the world should take notice

I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only read my mind)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only hear my cries)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they would only realize)
I'm a rock star baby, hey hey
(Only if they could live my life)

Hey, this is a message to mankind
I bust clearly you shoot blind, not in my right mind
Lord if you love me please throw up a sign
And take a nigga off the path of destroyin' his life and
This life we're livin' the sign of the times
Where buildings take on planes, babies born with AIDS
Yea we all need change
So I became a rock star baby
(Rock on)
Now they all gon' hate me
(Hate on)
But from the bottom of my heart I pray
That in life and in music the world stays focused
And I hope you all notice

I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only read my mind)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only hear my cries)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they would only realize)
I'm a rock star baby, hey hey
(Only if they could live my life)

I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only read my mind)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they could only hear my cries)
I'm a rock star baby
(If they would only realize)
I'm a rock star baby, hey hey
(Only if they could live my life)

{We plan history right here you fuckers
Ya ain't gonna hear this no more
Y' an' a dick, its the last time that
You hear a gangster like this}

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Criminal - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Criminal
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions
A lot of people think that what I say on records
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do it in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that
I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it
Well, shit if you believe that then I'll kill you
You know why? 'Cuz I'm a

Criminal
Criminal
You goddamn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's, "Yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin'
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get a hold of 'em

Hey, it's me, Versace
Whops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it? Checkin' the 'male'?
How many records you expectin' to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
C'mon, relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an Amen
Amen
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons

Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing
'Cause I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards
Who?
And to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck" still won't leave

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes and speed
The baby came out, disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger

I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word
My morals went when the president got oral sex
In his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white
Blonde-haired and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him

Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined
The maniac's in
Replacin' the doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place
Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal

Aight look
Uh huh
Just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin' money
And get the fuck up outta there
Aight
I'll be right here waitin' on you
Aight
Yo, Em
What?
Don't kill nobody this time
Aw right, goddamn, fuck

Hi
How you doin'?
How can I help you?
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
Okay
Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch
And I won't kill you
What? Oh my God, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around
Just don't kill me, I have two kids at home
I said, I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you
Don't kill me
Hurry the fuck up
Thank you

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet

If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal

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Playboy Short Ii - Lyrics - Born To Mack - Too $Hort

Title: Playboy Short Ii
Album: Born To Mack
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
'Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point
So you can light that weed
While I spit this rap
And tell you 'bout a player from way back
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts
Gittin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes
Now I fuck top notch bitches
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches
'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy
'Cause I never would fron' on my folks
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
Bitches come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
Short Dog in the house with some player shit

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

All the fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend you see her every night
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two
Cut to the house and said baby I love you
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before
I see it again
Young tender saying Short would you be my man

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters

Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick
And even though I can't fuck you every day
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way
We can all get together on a late night
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight
I really don't care
Cause I'm a player

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

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Ain'T No N**** - Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Title: Ain'T No N****
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, L Crump

Lyric:
Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

I'm takin' my haterz off, I'm drinkin' a cup or two
Y'all niggaz ain't trill that's why we don't fuck with you
Y'all don't smoke dro, and y'all don't drank lean
Banana scare face and the underground king

Now you hear me, now you feel me
Now you love it nigga we still thuggin'
My twenty-fours rubbin' 'cause my rims are too heavy
I got my own liquor, now I can't hold the wheel steady

'Cause I been drinkin' while as the lights blinkin'
My Rolls gold shinin' with the mall, black diamonds
Me and Banner tag teaming again
Wake ya lazy ass up you bad dreamin' again

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

I walk into the party mayne bustin' and sprayin'
Bitches flyin' through the air of the shit that you sayin'
If you ballin' nigga bring it mayne fuck yo click
Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip

Like a pimp, get crunk, hoe collect me some ends
And if you trill send it out girl bring all ya friends
We blowin' swisha, Mr. Mississippi all in ya back
When it's over you can hop yo ass right straight out the 'Lac

Respect that-from the time of the jack it's all good
With some leather on my seats, steering wheel all wood
Mayne go on tell the feds like a pussy nigga should
Yeah tick, tick, tick bitch we blowin' up ya hood

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

You got Mr. Crunk and Mr. Layed back
And if you hated like a pimp bitch this the payback
We droppin' hit after hit you know they feelin' us man
You want us both for a show that's thirty-five grand

And we don't take checks we want the green man
Don't make us run up with that infrared beam man
Man, I'm all after ya momma house, gun in yo mouth
And I'm a try to blow ya brains out
And remember what you niggaz say about the south

Now they want a beat, now they want a verse
Now it's gonna hurt but you niggaz caused pain
I'm a put it in ya back with my Mississippi mac
That's it bitch have a good day

It's A to the B C for the niggaz
Who couldn't bring my cash
It's left, to the right, to the left, to the right
When a motherfucker whippin' yo ass

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

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Straight Up Nigga - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Straight Up Nigga
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow, Grandmaster Melle Me

Lyric:
Yo check this out a lot of people be gettin' mad
'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'?
They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga'
They say you a black man
Yo, I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that
So I'ma say what I wanna say
I call myself what I wanna call myself, you know what I'm sayin'?
So they need to stay off my dick, you know?

Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are
'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R
Black people might get mad 'cause they don't see
That they're looked upon as a nigga just like me

I'm a nigga, not a colored man or a black
Or a negro or Afro-American, I'm all that
Yes, I was born in America, true
Does South Central look like America to you?

I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga from a hard school
Whatever you are I don't care, that is you fool
I'm loud and proud well endowed with the big beef
Out on the corner I hang out like a horse thief

So you can call me dumb or crazy
Ignorant, stupid, inferior or lazy
Silly or foolish but I'm badder and bigger
And most of all I'm a straight up nigga

That's right, I'm a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know?
Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga
That's right they're my niggas

I'm a nigga in America and that much I flaunt
'Cause when I see what I like yo I take what I want
I'm not the only one that's why I'm not bitter
'Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga

America was stole from he Indians, show and prove
What was that? A straight up nigga move
A low down shame, yo it's straight insane
Yet they complain when a nigga snatch their gold chains

What is nigga suppose to do?
Wait around for a handout from a nigga like you?
That's why a low down nigga gets hyped
But I'm not a nigga of that type

I'm a steak and lobster eatin', billionaire meetin'
Cash money makin', movin' shakin'
Corporate jet glidin', limousine ridin'
Writin' hits, filthy rich straight up nigga
That's right, I'm a nigga

Now I'ma write this song though the radio won't play it
But I got freedom of speech so I'ma say it
She wanna be lez he wanna be gay
But that's your business I'm straight so nigga have it your way

Those who hate me I got somethin' for ya
A nigga with cash a nigga with a lawyer
Not a watermelon cheatin' an' eating nigga down south
But a nigga that'll smack the taste from your mouth

A contemplating thinking, best champagne drinkin'
Ten inch givin', extra large livin'
Mercedes Benz drivin', strivin' to survivin'
All the way livin' and kickin' hi fivin'

Strokin' rap and happenin' deal doing
Fly in from Cali to chill with the crewin'
Grindin' groovin' fly girlie grabbin'
Horny gun shootin' long haired havin'
Nigga, straight up nigga
Nigga, straight up nigga

Nigga, that's right fool look at me
Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree
But all you KKK type grave diggers
Ease back fool 'cause I'm a trigger nigga

I work real hard for my livin'
But I don't sell or brake bullshit thanksgivin'
Sit up like some fool and eat turkey
That's the day your forefathers jerked me

Shipped us all over here in locks and chains
Split us up twistin' up a nigga's brain
Now you keep me in constant sweat
But I'm a nigga that you'll never forget

A black bad, iron clad, always mad
Fly nigga takin' off from a helipad
Rolex stylin', buck wilin', cap pilin'
Sportin' link chinks and medallions

Incollectible high tech, cashin' seven digit checks
And still breakin' necks
The ultimate male supreme, white woman's dream
Big dick straight up nigga

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Suk My Dick - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Suk My Dick
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicholas Donald Detnon, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care 'cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suk my dick
Just suk my dick

When I was a kid I had a chip up on my shoulder
It ain't getting better even though I'm getting older
People get offended by the way I talk so freely
Pushing up their face and acting funny when they see me

But I'm raggo, damn it, so I say fuck it
If you don't like the way I do my thing then you can suk it
I really don't give a shit, I really don't care for your approval
I'm a fucking G, I'll carry on doing my shit as usual 'cause

My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care 'cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suk my dick

Just suk my dick, just suk my dick
My dick, like this
Just suk my dick
My dick, my dick, my dick

You know I mean, man?
I'm just trying to be me, man
I'm just trying to be free, man
Whagwan man, let me be, man
What's the problem? You hear me?
I don't apologize for nothing

I try to act right, I try to be polite
But I can't take no shite, you best believe I might
Just punch you in your moosh, I war like Georgy Bush
No need to keep it stush, it's best if you just shush

And stay out of my way 'cause I don't wanna play
Sorry, what did you say? Alright whatever, mate
I don't give a shit who likes it, I don't give a shit who don't
Don't tell me to change my fucking attitude because I won't

My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care 'cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suk my dick
Just suk my dick

Bingo, I got the lingo, come through your window
Starr like Ringo, beef, chat 'bout? I'm involved
Keep near danger like Penfold
Dylan, Lincoln estate, man

Yeah, I'm straight, man
Every thing's great, man
Talk low it, can't shake, man
Why bother, wait, man
Come and take man, waisman

Come and get me
Killers respect me
You can't sweat me
I'm the one like Jet Li
So come check me
Who wanna wet me?

Fuck that, suk someone
On a dumb one, I'll touch someone
Try and test Raskit, what a bum bum
Rudeboy, I don't care about no one

My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care 'cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suk my dick
Just suk my dick

Just suk my dick
My dick, my dick
Just suk my dick
My dick, my dick, my dick

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We Some Dogs - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: We Some Dogs
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Mike Chavarria, Denaun M Porter, Reggie Noble, Clifford M Smith

Lyric:
If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog
All I wanna do is bury some bones
Take a piss on a tree and I'm gone
Girlfriend don't get it wrong
I hate to be the one to shit on your lawn
But I ain't got my dog license, I ain't nothing nice
And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking

Sugar and spicing, kicked up with ice
You can do anything with these hoes except housewife 'em
Like Snoop said "it ain't nothing but a G thing"
Got a bitch in my bed in nothing but a G string,
So peep game, who the lucky female to taste these?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails, huh?
You're messing with me, I'm messing with you
I'm a dog trick, I chase cats like Peppy La Pu, dead on shit
My life's like a Holiday Inn, if my girl's actin' up
Then I'm gonna fuck her friend, if I'm a what

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

I'm a dog motherfucker, I walk on all fours
Find where you live at, shit on your porch
Redman is hungry, don't leave the food out
I'm pumped like a Pamela Anderson boob job
Straight up bulldog, mixed with a Shitzu
'Cause I bullshit, party a little bit, swim with the sharks
You're bound to drown, my weed is like green and yours brown

The doctor the dog, from Cali to Georgia
When cats meow with nothing on top they halter
I don't have yes men that laugh when I laugh
Remember we all dogs, we can kiss our own ass
Like a golden retriever, retrieving the chronic
The do nose nose bitch, no need to hide it
Redman a flirt, always get my nuts stuck to the porch
Like the dog in Joe Dirt

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Bitch don't climb, keep bitching
Beans don't burn on the grill
3, 4, 5 with the pimping
Hoes get your pimps permission
Now pay attention

The big D O, double to the G O
To the liquor store to crack a hoe and get some V O
And mix it with some Pena Colidino
Then slip it on the bitch and then I dip with all her C notes
Scandalous? Yep bitch, 'cause we know
Every pretty hoe always down to pull a D low
On me? No, so there won't be no
Shaking me down, breaking me down, here we go

You know I'm just oh so slick
The way you chew that bubble gum
The way you sucking the dick
And I can tell, that you a freak
I wanna stick some dick up in you, can I skeet, skeet?
You know why?

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

Ha ha
Suck the dick up your [Incomprehensible] bitch
I'm a dog damn dag an' I'll deny it
I'm a dog till I die
Shit on your lawn

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Creep Fast - Lyrics - Adrenaline Rush 2007 - Twista

Title: Creep Fast
Album: Adrenaline Rush 2007
Artist: Twista
Composer(s): Hal Davis, Herman Dennis Griffith, Carl Mitchell, Faheem Najm, Frederick Taylor

Lyric:
Police, we have a search warrant, freeze
C'mon, c'mon, T-Pain, T-Pain, it's Twista
Come this way, c'mon, we gotta creep fast, c'mon

Watch as I hit it through the middle of the city in the Chevy
And I'm ready with the woofers that'll flip your block
And I got the tick and a machete for the niggas actin' petty
Get to talkin' an' I'm a heat up your block

If you wanna bring your boys, better bring the toys
Better bring the noise, I'm a pump both up with ammunition
Bodies I be hittin' when I get to spittin'
Everybody shoulda broke and ain't nobody listen so now I

Roll 'em 24s when I'm on your tip
They don't know who I am, ain't no body talkin' shit
Tell me when did they ever think that I was a hoe
'Cause I got killas with me crips, bloods, G's and folks

And we be focused on the paper
When we be up in the kitchen
When we thinkin' about the money
On the steady come up

And I got the niggas that be ready for
Whatever with a whole war chest if a nigga run up
AK 47, desert eagle, SK, Mac 11
For the niggas that'll try to run up

Nigga what ya want I'm a bone thug
Get you while your sleepin'
'Cause you know I'm creepin' on ah come up

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know me
But they know just who I am
I'm a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
'Cause I'm a killer, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
That I'm comin' straight for you
I'm a killa, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Quit the playin' nigga and get over on the Twista
I'm a see you when I see you and I wouldn't want to be you
Got the desert eagle when I'm rollin' in the regal
And I'm lookin' at you evil through the eye of a needle

Not a misdemeanor but a murder with a millimeter
Feel the heat of Twista when I'm bustin' at your whip
I get a burglar when I be comin' for your shit
I'm a get you for your goods when I run up in your crib

Tell me where your jewelry at, where your safe?
Don't make me have to smack this ugly bitch in her face
Is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor?
Just let me know so that I can hit it up 'cause I gots to go

'Cause I gotta throw it so I had to lick on them niggas
'Cause it used to be that if I had to hit 'em, I'ma get 'em
Never ride a burgundy Lamborghini Murciélago
Through the city because I know that'll kill 'em

Averagin' a 100 yards a game my competition
Better back up I'm the E runnin' back
Niggas that ain't ready get the machete
For the lyrical Jason of rap I'ma keep comin' back

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know me
But they know just who I am
I'm a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
'Cause I'm a killer, a mass murda
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
That I'm comin' straight for you
I'm a killa, a mass murda
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of

The lyrical assassin the pocket I got in
I be attackin' the track and I got a package of the good
See a legendary representator for the city
'Cause I put it down ever since I been rappin' in the hood

17 years of goin' and flowin' and showin'
These niggas when it come to beaten me nobody could
I was spittin' venom ever sense the days UGK been rappin'
And talkin' about puttin' diamonds on the wood

Pullin' up in a old Cadillac before I got some thangs
And I got that gwap and the numba one spot now I ride a range
And because I spit that crack is the reason we got some change
And if we ain't makin' money off rap then we got them thangs

Got the 8 dollar hollas two for 15's
A 4 and a split a nine piece so you can hit the whole brick
How I win it by makin' a 100 every summer
Pullin' up in the Hummer can make a nigga so sick

How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
Is only because a nigga flows sick
Showin' no debate everybody know I'm great
Any motherfuckers that hate can suck my dick

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know me
But they know just who I am
I'm a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
'Cause I'm a killer, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
That I'm comin' straight for you
I'm a killa, a mass murda
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of

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Ain'T Got Nothing - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Ain'T Got Nothing
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell Crump, Torence Hatch, Awood Johnson

Lyric:
Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho

Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin' all the loot
Sick of lyin' to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth
A brother doin' bad, buy your own fuckin' drank
Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin' for my bank

I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a Jew
So if you're, lookin' for love, bitch, you know what to do
Find a man, 'cause I ain't givin' nuttin' but dick
If you insulted? Grab your fuckin' pussy and split

Callin' my phone, tryin' to get in V.I.P.
I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free
If you're, wit' it I'm wit' it, if you're not get-the-fuck ho
Thinkin' a nigga get you treated like a buck ho

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho

Let me hold somethin' Banner, look you can't hold shit
Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin' like a bitch
Get some motherfuckin' nuts, be a motherfuckin' man
Y'all them same niggaz laughin' when I step off in that van

Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan, ho
Get up off my nuts and start your own fuckin' band, ho
Grab some fuckin' chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick
Even if you had a pussy, bitch, I wouldn't splurge trick

Man, I'm comin' down hard, pullin' pussy niggaz cards
If you don't like it knuckle up and take it to the yard
Dead but you won't get a cent from me
But you can get a good ass kickin' for free, punk bitch

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind, ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho

Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream
Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean"
Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play
I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J.

Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses and stallions
But if you got that fire cat [Incomprehensible] Boosie he ain't gone
You want your bread fire really you can get it
But we linin' like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it

I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin' the hype
Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina and Ike
I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight
And we fo' sho' to hit somethin' at the telly tonight

I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin' 'em on they cheeks
I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat
Now I'm skeetin' on the sheets, headed to another city
Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind, ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho

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