Switchez - Lyrics - Impact of a Legend - Eazy E

Title: Switchez
Album: Impact of a Legend
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): David Weldon, Marlon Williams, Suzanne Vega, Lyle Edwards, Marcel Hall, Duane Earle, Roger Troutman, Eric Wright

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin' E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my '64 rag top
I got a lot of juice

A lot of fuckin' block
Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

Keep the gat in my lap
'Cuz I'm fully strapped
For the car jackers
Fuck no hipsters

I pack a Tech-9
Plus a AK-47
Send a one way ticket to my hell
Or maybe heaven, peep

Nigga I don't sleep
Burry muthafuckas in the concrete
You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no mo
Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

Be a witness to murda
Niggas bustin' out of a '64 Chevy
Straight callin' my city
Niggas be winnin' and gettin' busy

Wit a tizy
Through my city
Chalk lines hang
Niggas bang

Chevy's swang like it ain't no thang
The gangs bang
So nigga tuck your chain
And try to buck this thang

End up gettin' one stuck in you brain
To refrain from this game of stressin'
Smokin' on water
And fin to bang your daughter

All up in the Best Western
She like the way that my '64 hop
Drop the top
Grab a rock

Now she's givin' me top
Non stop on the all row seat
Like the made me screen
So I two-wayed my nigga Eazy-E

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

Old nigga E, still cruisin'
Punk stay up on the nuts and the bone
Pussy nigga had beef knocked out of his teeth
The muthafucka should have stayed his ass home

Hey yo, peep them bitchez in the Honda
4 deep with the proper ass sounds
Now every time that I meet a fine cute bitch
She got a friend from the fuckin' Dog Pound

Hey yo, bitch
Here's the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it

Let a nigga know
Can I dig like a minor, 49er
Diggin' for gold from behind her
Watch this nigga do some diggin'

Pop that pussy on a platter
Watch this nigga do some diggin'
It's so tight it doesn't matter
Yo

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

Hit them swithez
(Hit them swithez)
Hit them swithez
(Come on nigga)
Hit the swithez
(Make that shit bounce man)
Make it bounce
(Make it bounce homie)

Hit them swithez
(Man come on homie)
Hit them swithez
(Make that shit bounce homie)
Hit the swithez
(Three wheel motion
Make it bounce
(Say what)

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
'Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'

That's right nigga, we back
That real gangsta shit
From on of the realest niggas in this game
You know his name nigga

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Let Me Hit That - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Let Me Hit That
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Booker Hunt

Lyric:
This is the song of all songs this like a weed song
A blow song, a 'Surp' song
Like wrapped all in to one ma'fuckin song
Shit I mean you could play this shit at a weddin'

Play this shit at a barbeque
You could play this shit at a restaurant
At a fuckin' school
I mean this is the song of all songs

Let me hit that nigga, let me hit that weed
Let me sniff that nigga, let me sniff that P
Let me sip that nigga, let me sip that lean
'Cause I'm a fiend nigga fuck with me

Let me hit that nigga, let me hit that weed
Let me sniff that nigga, let me sniff that P
Let me sip that nigga, let me sip that lean
'Cause I'm a fiend nigga fuck with me

I'm a mothafuckin' fiend for that Mary Jane
And if you got it than you got me man
I promised my smokin' is out of the frame
And I ain't gon' even try to play ya man

Can ya let me get some weed see my check ain't came?
And a nigga like me I ain't playin' games
I need that Mary Jane, I need that Mary Jane
Like a junkie need crack run through the veins

See niggas takin' pills, I mean they poppin' 'em man
But can y'all niggas code name some names
Who holla perkacin' we holla X man?
I pop a full bottle now I'm outta the frame

See if you got sales then you got game
Now all you need now is a freaky lil' thang
To get on her knees and bless ya thang
This hard hittin nigga will make ya smoke it man

Let me hit that nigga, let me hit that weed
Let me sniff that nigga, let me sniff that P
Let me sip that nigga, let me sip that lean
'Cause I'm a fiend nigga fuck with me

Let me hit that nigga, let me hit that weed
Let me sniff that nigga, let me sniff that P
Let me sip that nigga, let me sip that lean
'Cause I'm a fiend nigga fuck with me

I swear gettin' high in the '05 is too high
And plus now I got three kinds I gotta buy
I heard back in the day you gotta pay to play
But that and a lot of weed will make ya mask your pace

So you go out and get it ya gotta have it can't leave without it
You doubt it ya hit it ya outty bout to dream about it
And that's a promise that you can believe if you got cheese
Ya outta cheese three different kinds of weed

We get high on a daily regular basis
We get drunk all shook we in the matrix
My vision's slurred from the sizzurp I'm crazy
I wanna have a Whoopi Goldberg, baby

I mean she got it good she whole and is a lady
I put a bag over her face 'cause it don't phase me
I'm just a gigolo just tryin to get a baby
Maybe it's the drugs I'll tell ya you can't play me

Let me hit that nigga, let me hit that weed
Let me sniff that nigga, let me sniff that P
Let me sip that nigga, let me sip that lean
'Cause I'm a fiend nigga fuck with me

Let me hit that nigga, let me hit that weed
Let me sniff that nigga, let me sniff that P
Let me sip that nigga, let me sip that lean
'Cause I'm a fiend nigga fuck with me

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Enemy Turf - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Enemy Turf
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray

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Lyric:
C'mon
C'mon

I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at
You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac
Black hood with black gloves, bandana around the mouth
A nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house
And we didn't come here for one meeting or here to lose time
We some niggas who wanna be eating better with due time
Motherfuck leaving the block, it's better to use nines
It ain't no secret, I'm cheap, however my jewels shines
The prisons got way more niggas than the streets do
Who average more than thirty murders a week
(Nigga we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck y'all thang
And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bar, man
So think twice about leaving the gun in the car, man
Nigga don't give a fuck by moon and sun in the war, man
Ain't no everybody, it's for self in New Orleans
If you paying draft you don't deserve to be balling

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Look I'm a solid one seventy, lips like Bill Bellamy
Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony
Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is
You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids
Ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no one
I went and copped me for guns, I'm 'bout to bust this open
To all you bitch niggas doubting the force, it goin' to get ugly
I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me
Catch me posted on Louisiana and Robertson doin' it
Niggas having problems with coke and we still movin' it
Whatever's on the market I can work it
I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and let me serve it
You holdin' on the coke now whats the purpose
Ray's gonna hook it up too
Nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heard me
Now why is you acting like it ain't worth it
So you gonna make me take it, nigga I gotta make it, what shit

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Say nigga, heard from that nigga Pickle lately darlin'
Heard the nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick
We don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man
I want you to go get your niggas man
And go find that motherfucka' do him in
Ain't nothing going on around this mutha fucka
If I ain't got my hands in it
I put a nigga on feet, this how you gonna treat a nigga ?
But I promise, I put this on my babies, dog
We goin' get that motherfucka'
We don't care what he owes

They talking 'bout whipping a sting on me
'Cause they say I've been making too much
Fuck what they talking 'bout, this how I grew up
But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this you up
We had some altercations and things but they got blew up
Nuhas and Curlyhead, them niggas dirty in the TC
Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD
So I'm a make all of my enemies never forget me
You looking at one of the realest niggas from Feret Street

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'ma make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

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Enemy Turf - Lyrics - Tha Block Is Hot - Lil' Wayne

Title: Enemy Turf
Album: Tha Block Is Hot
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Terius Gray

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Lyric:
C'mon
C'mon

I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at
You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac
Black hood with black gloves, bandana around the mouth
A nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house
And we didn't come here for one meeting or here to lose time
We some niggas who wanna be eating better with due time
Motherfuck leaving the block, it's better to use nines
It ain't no secret, I'm cheap, however my jewels shines
The prisons got way more niggas than the streets do
Who average more than thirty murders a week
(Nigga we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck y'all thang
And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bar, man
So think twice about leaving the gun in the car, man
Nigga don't give a fuck by moon and sun in the war, man
Ain't no everybody, it's for self in New Orleans
If you paying draft you don't deserve to be balling

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Look I'm a solid one seventy, lips like Bill Bellamy
Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony
Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is
You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids
Ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no one
I went and copped me for guns, I'm 'bout to bust this open
To all you bitch niggas doubting the force, it goin' to get ugly
I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me
Catch me posted on Louisiana and Robertson doin' it
Niggas having problems with coke and we still movin' it
Whatever's on the market I can work it
I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and let me serve it
You holdin' on the coke now whats the purpose
Ray's gonna hook it up too
Nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heard me
Now why is you acting like it ain't worth it
So you gonna make me take it, nigga I gotta make it, what shit

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Say nigga, heard from that nigga Pickle lately darlin'
Heard the nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick
We don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man
I want you to go get your niggas man
And go find that motherfucka' do him in
Ain't nothing going on around this mutha fucka
If I ain't got my hands in it
I put a nigga on feet, this how you gonna treat a nigga ?
But I promise, I put this on my babies, dog
We goin' get that motherfucka'
We don't care what he owes

They talking 'bout whipping a sting on me
'Cause they say I've been making too much
Fuck what they talking 'bout, this how I grew up
But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this you up
We had some altercations and things but they got blew up
Nuhas and Curlyhead, them niggas dirty in the TC
Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD
So I'm a make all of my enemies never forget me
You looking at one of the realest niggas from Feret Street

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'ma make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'm a play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black Calico
I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life

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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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Love Song - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Love Song
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk
I hope you're with your bitch
'Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP
So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
While Violent J tells you the poetry
That just makes the bitches melt, only on WLUV

Hello, baby, I was thinking about you
So I wrote this song
I like to dedicate this to the love
That has expressed from you and I
So just sit back and enjoy

Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya
Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya
'Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that
So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback

Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down South
If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth
Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman, hey
But that's okay, 'cuz bitch, I'm Violent J

And I'm a Southwest mack daddy juggalo
And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho
But I love you and I hope you realize that
I don't care about the hair growing out your back

Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night
And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White
And I stick my wing-wang in the middle
I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

I guess you want me to take you on a big date
But what you're saying don't sound all that straight
All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties
'Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty

Let's make love my sweet little dove
I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove
'Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there
Hittin' that'll take the curl out your nut hairs

I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other
But I don't want 'em clappin' too loud it'll wake your mother
Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit
But then they always screamin' banshees when you gettin' with it

So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk
All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump
So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers
And come and twist my balls 'cuz I love you

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

You and I both know
That I've been wrong to you in the past
And I know that I love you
All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden

I wanna hit that neden so damn hard
Let my nuts bang on your anus
That's my only true desire
I feel for you, I think for you, I breathe for you

All I want is a little neden
Ya know, everyday when the wind blows
All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho

And that's all I ever want
And that's all I ever dreamed of
That is you and your neden, bitch

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Niggaz Nature [Remix] - Lil' Mokey - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Niggaz Nature [Remix] - Lil' Mokey
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Quincy Iii Jones, Cynthia Loving, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Tupac and Lil' Mo, how gangsta is that ?
One, two
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Heh, heh

No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman
Why you acting surprised, you saw the bullshit comin'
Fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
So while you, bound to fuck with fake guys too

Ain't nothing hard about it
Why you looking sad, should have thought about it
Say you learn, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection

Kind of lose with the love, getting freaky with the thug
Niggaz up in the club, ask to buy you a drink
You holler Don Perrion, knowing I'm a cash getter
Still I remain calm, let you chill with me

Plus you was smiling till the bill missing
That's what you get for trying to dick me
Miss me with that buy me this, buy me that, syndrome shit
Bitch, get a job if you wanna be rich

Gettin' mad 'cause I curse
Then I scream I hate chu
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Feel me

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

I probably be nice at first, I let you kiss me when it hurts
Me and you getting busy, slang the dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party, it was cool to kick it
See us tongue kissing, you was truly with it

Little Hennessey, ecstasy mixed with me
Picture me pay for pussy, when the dicks for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at, tell these hoes
Before I pay, I'd jerk off, word to Moses

Visions of you sitting there sweaty and wet
Putting, pointing to the places that you want me to hit
Give me room, all up in the womb, call the cops
Nigga hitting walls, till them bastards drops

Label me Makaveli, thug nigga with pipes
Living life like a rock star, Friday night
Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Started as a seed from the semen, straight out of poppas nuts
Lustin' for creamin', bitches with big butts
Curves make a nigga quiet, tipsy shit
When I'm locked down, begging you for porno flicks

Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time
With my name tattooed, so that ass is mine
Tell everybody Pac put it down for good
A local legend through the whole hood

Follow me, I got a gun on me [unverified]
For none on the run baby
You know a nigga need some, it's for some crazy
Why cry when I'll be thugging till I die

Picture a nigga up in heaven high off weed, I fly
Got me, missing dead homies with them forties that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God

Please understand my ways, living major
Blessed with a thugs heart
And a real live nigga nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

It ain't my fault
Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ah
Don't blame me
Blame my mama for making nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

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I'M A Hit That - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: I'M A Hit That
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph L Kirkland, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Baby, come and see me, I know you want to see me
The brothers out there fronting that only want to be me
They don't really have it, yo missy, you can grab it
So open nice and wide so I can start to stab it

Before I do my duty, really knock the booty
I want to let you know you're a real hot cutie
Baby, it's time, I gotta go for mine
We can rub a dub or wine, wine, wine

I can take you up or be very gentle
Whatever you want 'cause it's all in the mental
See, I'm a pour silver all over your body
Get you real freaky, I know you love it, hottie

Baby, I'm a lick you, tell me does it tickle
I won't hit the skins if it smells like pickle
Smooth like butter though I won't stutter
Sit on my lap if you really wanna

Get with the man who really knows how
To knock the boots, God bless the child
So don't try to front and give me your back
'Cause you and I know I'm a hit that

"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"

Man I really love it, yo, I really need it
I have a fat jimmy and I have to feed it
Sometimes I'm filled with humor
I know a girl named Zuma

We hit the sack once then she started rumors
Telling all the chicks that I was really good
I'm big like a train but I'm the man that could
Give you what you need, give you what you want

I guess I'm like Kenieval 'cause yo, I love stunts
We could get together, whatever is clever
I used to watch Dynasty just to see Heather
That was then, and now is now
And if Heather ever sees me, she'll scream, "Wow"

The big man of rap and even more nosy
I'm gonna flip but yo, I got hoes
Don't try to front and give me your back
Because you and I know I'm a hit that

"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"

"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"
"Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it"

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P.I.M.P. (Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: P.I.M.P. (Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Brandon Parrott, Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P I M P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P I M P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P I M P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P I M P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on Gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and A M G's for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business ya know
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch, ha ha ha yeah

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P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Brandon Parrott, Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P I M P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P I M P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P I M P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P I M P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on Gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and A M G's for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business ya know
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch, ha ha ha yeah

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P.I.M.P. - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: P.I.M.P.
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Brandon Parrott, Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar, tryin' to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga tryin' to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P I M P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P I M P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P I M P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P I M P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch!

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe, till I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shoppin' for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gonna keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
You sayin' it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with, put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't payin' bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick!

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say, there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness, you know
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch! Ha ha ha, yea

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Infected - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Infected
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Anderson Mathis, Manuel Morris

Lyric:
Don't be scared of me
Come on over here and let Bubba infect you

From the slums the east of Athens to the plains in
North Lagrange, Bubba K can stumble drunk up
On any porch I hang, smokin' all sources dank from
Jimmy Shwagger to Cambud and I'm chasin' Jim Beam
We keep stallin' until my time's up

Line up lames it's time for your vaccination
Be glad you been infected, accept it, congratulations
I got platinum aspirations but fear's my motivation
I'm a wait in my time to shine but daily I grow impatient

Strictly for procreation, I need to plant my seeds
Since these bitches won't cut I'll rely on my hand to breathe
Fuckin' this Cantonese, Betty named Tamberly
And her four older sisters 'til the blisters began to bleed

They probably'll banish me for spittin' in how I'm live it
But I'm still with my tongue out, flickin' it like a lizard
Bubba like chicken gizzards, fried in southern pride
Man go on and drink dat beer but you know I'm a funnel mine

Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain
You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole
Lo and behold boy you should've done injected
'Cause if you ride with me I'm a get you so infected

Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw
You could place it where she doo doo or even lick her poo doo
See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected
'Cause if you fall asleep I'm a get her so infected

I just got off the phone with God, he said, "I know
This might seem odd" but Bubba I really need you
These preachers ain't doin' they job, so travel to Cape Cod
Buy a thousand sheets of acid and distribute
It witcho' album, no doubt that'll be a classic

Dude lockin up every fashion, whether it's dope from
Weed to coke, from heroin to X, so next we needin' a boat
Off the coast of eastern Georgia for two hundred keys of snort
For them heavy reefer chiefers, the five was trees to blow

They count on me fo' sho', if you fronted I'm goin' the low
Man, I'm from who did it though, but it's funny 'cause no one
Sold it, but now that Bubba hold it, I'm certain
They gon' disperse it, the rural parts the suburbs
I know that may seem absurd

But long ago when I heard they meet the urban people
They play by ears for years now my folks deserve some equal
Affection from this infection that gives our foundation
The same blood the same drugs equals a proud nation

Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain
You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole
Lo and behold boy you should've done injected
'Cause if you ride with me I'm a get you so infected

Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw
You could place it where she doo doo or even lick her poo doo
See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected
'Cause if you fall asleep I'm a get her so infected

Shit, I probably know what you thankin' when yo' legs
Get wobbly drankin', Bubba K got it hard that's
When they found yo' body stankin' and you won't be body linkin
What you thought I was from N Sync

I'm a country muh'fucker who ain't changed my clothes in six weeks
Runnin' with a thick fleet of hungry Caucasoids
The type when you see us in the club actin' up y'all avoid

Call your boys I got boys from west point to Nelly B
Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat
Plus I fuck with smelly freaks and I think they pussy very sweet
The fine Betty Betty with double D's and sexy feet
On coke or ecstasy, down here we call 'em beanie babies

She was sensitive to the touch so when we fuck I mean it's gravy
But I ain't seen her lately, I been too busy chasin' patients
We gon' shoot a movie next just so yo' ass can play the hatin'
If the livest in yo' faction tellin' me where the mic's at
He won't never rap again and he might not ever get his pride back

Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain
You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole
Lo and behold boy you should've done injected
'Cause if you ride with me I'm a get you so infected

Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw
You could place it where she doo doo or even lick her poo doo
See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected
'Cause if you fall asleep I'm a get her so infected

Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain
You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole
Lo and behold boy you should've done injected
'Cause if you ride with me I'm a get you so infected

Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw
You could place it where she doo doo or even lick her poo doo
See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected
'Cause if you fall asleep I'm a get her so infected

Exactly like that, now we all infected
Now yo' life's the same as mine
And my life's the same as yours
We all standin' in the same, same shit
I thank God and Khalifani anybody else got infected
Or willin' to be infected, nonsense, Bubba Sparxxx

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Bitter Twist - Lyrics - Vanessa Amorosi

Title: Bitter Twist
Artist: Vanessa Amorosi
Composer(s): Vanessa Joy Amorosi, Marcel Yammouni

Lyric:
How was your mother with the news?
Did she really like me?
I know that I ain't the nicest girl
But tell her, I'm trying

I'm trying to clean up the house that I live in
And I'm trying to pay off all the debts I made
And I'm trying to make myself look pretty with make up
Oh Lord, I try, but your mom looks at me with those evil eyes

'Cause I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down
I've always found that I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down, I'm a changed woman from now

So I dream and my dreams have always failed
I come across frightening
And you're an achiever with high grades
So why do you like me?

But if you're gonna stay, I'll be what you want me to be
And if you stick around, I'll make you breakfast right
And just hold on a little bit longer, my baby
I tell you now, once I was lost but now I'm found

'Cause I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down
I've always found that, that I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down, I'm a changed woman from

And now, 'cause I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down
I've always found that, that I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down, I'm a changed woman from now

The day that I realized that I did you wrong
Tying both your hands and heart so I can run on
Weak girl with a messed up mind
That's what I want, breaking down in desperate heartache
If I could take it back I'd give you any sort of money

'Cause I messed you up in a bitter twist
And I hit the floor
I've always found that, that I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down, I'm a changed woman from now

I messed you up in a bitter twist
And I hit the floor and took you down
I've always found that I messed you up in a bitter twist tonight
Hit the floor and took you down, I'm a changed woman from now

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I'M A Mobsta - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: I'M A Mobsta
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace and the Game
Stackin' chips, G-Unit, doublin' down on who?
Sacramenton's finest from Sac-Town to Compton, you dig?

Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin' what the Game'll do, listen dawg
I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin', I drop the toaster
Grab the Louis, go Sammy Sosa

And you ain't gotta know me to know that
I hop out a new pink Rolls
With the fifty-two, Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sold Coke at

And dawg, I'ma test your education
What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration?
I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite
Down half the Goose then choke your workers

Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg, I put in the work
Then move bags like Doony & Bert
And stuff work in the GMC 'cause on my block
I'm the King of Rock like Run-DMC, nigga

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters

I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster

I got a lot to say
Dawg, I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lle'
And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day
I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away

Don't depend on tomorrow, you can get shot today
I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay
Dawg, I spit on your grave and fertilize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes

Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep talkin' that shit and get your life consumed
I put a hole in your chest, dawg, the size of the moon
Yeah, you musta been talkin' how'd you get out that soon?

I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons
That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets, it's on for life like tattoos

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters

I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster

It don't matter what season, don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city, plus, I keep the right of way
I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team, mayne
Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game

Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin' bids because my game is so immaculate
The bitch try to snitch, "I can't deny it" like Fabolous
Before the evidence gatherin', someone's in an ambulance

Now, that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut
Those with big mouths, I got the perfect size nuts
Yeah, I do my dirt but I wash my hands thoroughly
Handle my business first so I can celebrate early

It's business before pleasure, my business brings me pleasure
It feels good to be able to shine in any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin' tight
Whether I'm jukin' on the block or have bitches hookin' lights y'know?

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters

I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster

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Unit - P. I. M. P. (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Unit - P. I. M. P. (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Brandon Parrott, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That B C B G, Barberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date and come and pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with the P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P.I.M.P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P.I.M.P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P.I.M.P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P

Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I told you fools before I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimping know
You saying it's secret but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business, you know
They say I talk a lil' fast but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch

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