Soul Surfing - Lyrics - You've Come A Long Way, Baby - Fatboy Slim

Title: Soul Surfing
Album: You've Come A Long Way, Baby
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Norman Cook

Lyric:
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up
Jack up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on

With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, with your help
With your, with your, with your help

With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, with your help
With your, with your, with your help

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up
Jack up, jack up

With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on

With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, turn you on
With your help, with your help, with your help
With your help, with your help

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Chickenhead (Remix) - Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

Title: Chickenhead (Remix)
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): Glen Larson, Salaam Remi, Wyclef Jean, Kelly Keagy, Hal David, Albert Hammond, Stu Phillips, Carlton Grant

Lyric:
Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz
You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete
Know what I mean, to all the girls I cheated on before
Right about now, all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this

Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
This is going straight to number one, check it out, yo

Chickenhead
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter
It's four pages but my name ain't Aaliyah
I don't know much about biology or chemistry

Failed the S.A.T.'s, study Brooklyn zoology
Remember me, Wyclef the memory
Ecstasy with no theory of manoghany
To be or not to be, last words from Shakespeare

But a package says, I wanna get the bitch with no fear
A few good men in a new millennium
Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
So I've been dead like 100 times

Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time
She became an infomaniac, wanted it all the time
A thin line between love and lust
She mistake me for the rapper when I said Canibus

Chickenhead
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

To all the girls, I cheated on before
Spragga Benz, where're you at, where're you at

Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, yo

See my gal she a gimme a hug each day I come
Each an hour, understand, now she be on the bum
Wake up in di morning, all she know we are alone
Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on

Bust it, man I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill
She have faith, she have di skill, I know she want it she will
Gimme the right, a me remember, me have to come back for November
But the gal fe mi calendar forget that be the day

Chickenhead in a di beb, I feel dead, I feel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, Ifeel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up
(Yo Spragga Man, what's going on)

Chickenhead
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Yo, yo, from the college dorm, until dusk is dawn
I never felt cold until I lost one, don't let go like En Vogue chocked on
Clash of the titans, now I'm in my unicorn

I left New Jerus', I'm on my way to Brooklawn
Someone hit my bumper, I turned around and saw Sharon
Got surprised because I saw little Shawn
In the passenger seat with a bottle of dom

Remain calm, called Cocren on the horn
Salaam, warm up the jeep, 'cause a murder about to go on
What the bomb bomb but this ain't a reggae song
It's like a old flick, Godzilla vs King Kong

If you saw the movie than you know what's gonna happen
Down South, west coast, than back to Manhattan
Like Vanessa from 'Soul food' when she came at night
Thank God it was a dream cause I woke up with my wife

Chickenhead
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

Thugs around the world, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right

Salaam Remi, Wyclef Jean, Spragga Benz
Nobody's safe no more
Lock your door, chickenheads on the loose
Ooh aah, I'm out
Refugee Camp ABC, for your crews wanna test
Good night, good night, good night

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Jack It Up - Lyrics - Chemically Imbalanced - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Jack It Up
Album: Chemically Imbalanced
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, Carlos Thornton, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Ying Yang, Collipark
Get back, get back
Ladies
Jack it up

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

Collipark, come down
And watch there motherfuckin? jaws hit the ground
Now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up
Jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up

Thick, thick, mamma jammas, all in there
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin? everywhere
Drunk little people they stop and stare
Punk little people don?t come in near

Naked skin is all they wear
How they knew everything is bear
Playing with the girl, braid thier hair
Leanin' on back in the chair

Say playa you know that chick is fine
You get that one, this one mine
Watch you call big booty girls in line
The march of times, the march of thine

Chain that?s what there workin'
Ever since the game 'bout girls been twerkin?
The ying yang twins know that to do
If you dance in the club they'd were out for you

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

Collipark, come down
And watch there motherfuckin? jaws hit the ground
Now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up
Jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up

Baby, now you look good in those clothes
Let me take a picture with my camera phone
The way you poppin? and droppin?, shawty of the chain
So wibble wobble, shake it and move that thang

So back it on up like a you hot, truck
Girl you know I love it how you stretch yo stuff
I like that so baby, do what you do
Ain?t no body else look as good as you

'Cause you a bad mamma, jamma with a big behind
So bring that thang up for me one more time
And shake it like a salt shaker
(Shake it like a salt shaker)

Girl work your mind and make you do that thang
That?s it right there
Girl, I love it when you do that move
Ooh, you got a big booty on you

That?s it the dance floor
And show ?em how we get down with it
Follow me let?s get it, get it

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

Collipark, come down
And watch there motherfuckin? jaws hit the ground
Now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up
Jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up

No money, no honey, no cash, no ass
No Gucci, no coochie, so don't even ask
No fine ass, no romance, no dough, no hoe
If you ain?t got no bread then you can?t go to bed

You look like a super model wit a lot of class
Girl, look at your booty what you doin' wit all that
And I know this might through you off
But can I touch your booty and see is it?s soft?

Yeah, shake that thang like a tambourine
Move it round and round like a washin' machine
Girl you know you look good to me
Yes, I do like what I see

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)

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Larger Than Life - Lyrics - Dangerous Curves - Lita Ford

Title: Larger Than Life
Album: Dangerous Curves
Artist: Lita Ford
Composer(s): Dan Ehmig, Myron Grombacher, Lita Ford

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Lyric:
One two, one two three
Hey, can you turn it up a little louder, please
Thank you

Marlon Brando on a motorbike
In the black leather heat of a Saturday night
He said, "Whaddaya got?"
You got nothin'

Dollar in my pocket burnin' like Rome
There ain't no place that I call home
All alone in the big bad city

Hang around this town
Man you're better off dead
I'm flyin' like a rebel flag
Goin' outta my head

Yeah, we're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna tear it up twice
Shake it up, break it up
Tear it down, larger than life

I love the city when the sun goes down
It's a madhouse, baby, a real 'toon town
Whaddaya want?
You wanna rock it

I take a picture, paint it black and blue
And the neon burnin' like a new tattoo
Ready or not, here we come

Well, hang around this town
Man you're better off dead
I'm flyin' like a rebel flag
Goin' outta my head

Yeah, we're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna tear it up twice
Shake it up, break it up
Tear it down, larger than life

Yeah, we're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna jam it uptight
Jack it up, rip it off
Tear it down, larger than life

We're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna tear it up twice
Shake it up, break it up
Tear it down, larger than life

Yeah, we're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna tear it up twice
Jack it up, rip it off
Tear it down, larger than life

We're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna rock it tonight, night, night, night
Tear it down

Larger than life
Larger than life

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Jack The Ripper - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Ll Cool J

Title: Jack The Ripper
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Rick Rubin, James T Smith

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Lyric:
Milky and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a point that I'm a serious joint
And you can roll me up and puff me and then I'll anoint

Your head with oil, lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it, huh
Prince of the growl is on the prowl
How you like me now, punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is

Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper
King Hercules

Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next year you're quitting
Last year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around

I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
And this is an example of funky stuff
When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm

Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper
King Hercules

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
AKA James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Homegirls in the house, c'mon
Homegirls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot's of

People don't know how nice I am
He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
While you're doing the dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to

Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper
King Hercules

Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk
What real hip hop is, boy

How you like me now?, I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
'J' on the back, behind the Cool without the A-Y
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see me don't ask if the show's on

How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
I'ma keep on hitting you with rough LP's
Day after day after day
You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J
I'm

[Incomprehensible]
Wow
[Incomprehensible]
What?
[Incomprehensible]
Who?
Jack the Ripper
So dance around

I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street talker
Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi

I go to the show and terrorize emcees, don't you know?
Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at

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Bun Down/Stop Hitch - Lyrics - Elephant Man

Title: Bun Down/Stop Hitch
Artist: Elephant Man
Composer(s): Donovan Bennett, O'Neil Bryan, Craig Parkes

Lyric:
Yep, don what you reap is what you sow
Weh di riddim name good to go
Yep, coolface

Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun down dat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know yuh a bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat from mi know you a bun bow cat
Let mi see di lightas dem flash, let's dance

Badman face nuh seat so nuh gal caan poop here
So look here, open up yuh leg
And mek mi jook here
Jack it up jack it up

Mek she vomit and puke here
Rule numba one write it down inna da book here
Tall finga nail caan cook here
Rule numba two

Hold on right before yuh put yuh foot here
Arm nuh fi smell when yuh walk here
Finish here, yuh meet har
Pon February this year

And it clear, waan wid mi gal fi dat dick here
Mi see clear, waan di ghetto yute
So dem a kiss here
Gal a yuh deh move dat wine up and twist here
Shot inna mi face fi get dat fist here
(Come on)

Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun down dat, let's dance
Blaze up dat, mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek me see di lightas dem flash

Alright, badman nuh get down
Humble pon my sitten gal sidung
Mi nah go dweet, so yah can always bun fi bun
Cocky mi shove up inna gal fi get son
Study son, from yuh nyam di sit
Deh yah a miss son

Grown and yuh kids weh yuh glisten
Dump di body inna sea dem find yuh when fishin?
Ready fi dun a bow cat now wid nuh hitchin?
Buss it up buss it up
Mi see hallow point a reach him

Hail inna dem mount a gal kitchen
(Yuh mad)
Have di heart come a talk bout dat finga lickin?
Nyamin off di gal dem like K.C. chicken
Di eagle and di hawk a go pick him
(Hmm)

Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek me see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Let mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat

Alright, from dem seh sex a mi job
Bring inna mi lab a then mi apply di stab
Bwoy go nyam dat till him mout full a crab
Wuk gal from Memphis up to Baghdad
Gal a bawl fi mi rag
Yeah, from mi was a lad

Promote a big gal a fight fi mi seat back
(Me)
Neva hesitate fi gi har di cold card
Mash it up, buss it up, Elephant yuh too bad
Mi a punanny ginny god
Bun a nyama and a fag
(Shizzle)

Neva use to lick a lollipop yuh must be mad
(No)
Pon a bow cat head badman nah go trod
(Yuh mad)
Him nuh bow weh bow wave yuh hand like a flag
Wave yuh hand
(Yeah)

Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat, from mi know you a bun bow cat
Mek mi see di lightas dem flash
From mi know you a bun bow cat, let's dance

Bun down dat, mek mi see di lightas dem flash
Everybody mek mi bun down dat
From mi know you a bun bow cat, let's dance
Bun down dat, mek mi see di lightas dem flash
Everybody mek mi bun down dat
From mi know you a bun bow cat

Badman face nuh seat so nuh gal caan poop here
So look here, open up yuh leg
And mek mi jook here
Jack it up jack it up

Mek she vomit and puke here
Rule numba one write it down inna da book here
Tall finga nail caan cook here
Rule numba two

Hold on right before yuh put yuh foot here
Arm nuh fi smell when yuh walk here
Finish here, yuh meet har
Pon February this year

And it clear, waan wid mi gal fi dat dick here
Mi see clear, waan di ghetto yute
So dem a kiss here
Gal a yuh deh move dat wine up and twist here
Shot inna mi face fi get dat fist here
(Come on)

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The Jump Off - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: The Jump Off
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Mark Adams, Steven R Arrington, Cordozar C Broadus, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Finch, Gary Miller, Mark Richardson, Dante Smith, Raymond Guy Turner, Steve Washington, Daniel Webster, Douglas Arthur Wimbish, Andre Romell Young

Lyric:
Black
(Black)
Jack Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, ha, ha

(It's the jump off)
Yeah, y'all now, c'mon
(It's the jump off)
Push it up now, ha
(It's the jump off)
What you want now?
(It's the jump off)
Keep cool, now
(Put your hands up, it's the jump-off)

Yeah, it's that Freak Daddy shit
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands)

With so much drama in the NYC
It's kinda hard bein' MOS Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay

May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto people?
Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they horn
'Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

I'm just a freak individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn'
(Six in the morn')

So, peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce
This is the one that make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I said wile' out
Lemme show you what we're talkin' about
(C'mon)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now
(You are now rockin' with the best)
Uh, hah, yes, unh, ha, uh, come check me now
(Black Jack)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, back to the beat like

(It's the jump off)
Get it up now
(It's the jump off)
C'mon, push it up now
(It's the jump off)
Get it up now
(It's the jump off)
And make it jump now

(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Uh, push it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, jump now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Push it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands)

Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face

Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get burnt just for thinkin' you can step to me
And that's the end of my little ghetto recipe

My destinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then ha, ha, ha, strip 'em
Jump the fuck
(Back)
No gun can pump
(That)

I punch the engi
(Neer)
And slap the whole
(Track)

Then pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit truth for the liar, liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fire fired

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon
(You are now rockin' wit' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black Jack, c'mon
So incredible, fantastic
(Ohh)
Freak Daddy shit, fire

C'mon
(Woo)
Nigga, rock to it, uh
(Uh)
Hah
(Hah)
Yeah
(Yeah)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin' high
(High)
Ridin' low
(Low)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin' clean
(Clean)
Ridin' dirty
(Dirty)

Nobody high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Told you my hot was incredible, y'all
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Woo
(Woo)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Tell 'em again
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Hey, I don't think y'all heard me
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers

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Pocket Full Of Paper - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Pocket Full Of Paper
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Aldrin Davis, David Darnell Brown

Lyric:
6 1 5, Cashville, we buck, yeah
Toomp, I got you, ****
A.T.L. to Cashville, ****
Aiyyo Jeezy, whattup ****?
Aiyyo, it's on me tonight, ****
Let's get it

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

It's Young, Jizzle and the homie, Buck
We still ridin' dirty, think we givin' a ****?
Headed 75 South for 75 blocks
Hundred miles an hour, past 75 cops

And straight to the mac, hit 75 spots
And I'm back down, Atlanta, copped 75 drops
So on first sip, I made about a grand
You ask me what I need, I tell 'em bring the whole van

All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans
I know the yayo, you should see me bag ****
See cuz, over there, he'll **** ya **** for nothin'
C.T.E. and ****, we buckin', ****

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Let me go and show you **** what my whip game like
I whip it to the left and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite and flip it with the whites
See I make my own price 'cause I take my own flights

I still got my ski mask, still need cash
Still got them eighteens as if you want a half
That's 11, 5, a piece, dawg, if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my **** in the cab

Got a **** in Decatur, she shake it for the paper
So when I make it rain, I just get it back later
See cuz, over there, he'll kill ya **** for nothin'
6 1 5, Cashville, we buckin'

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****, yeah

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No Rest For The Wicked - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: No Rest For The Wicked
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Michael Bowe, James M Franks

Lyric:
I get bombed much like Pearl Harbor
The price is white right and I'm Bob Barker
This is your brain on drugs
This is your brain on Jackie Onassis

All you crotch goblins
Can kiss our asses
Yes Siree like corn on the cob
I'm all buttered up ready to
A hob-nob
Daddy is a kraut your Nazi occupied France
I'm gonna rise to the occasion inside my pants

So yo ass yeah you I want to Fraggle Rock your girlie
Coming around the party coming around like Mr.Burley
I'm Mr. Furley you're Tack Tripper
You're dumb ass Gilligan
And I'm the skipper

Tiptoe through my tulips and come and frolic
'Cause my name is Betty Ford
And she's an alcoholic
So here I am rock me like a hurricane
Not a Scorpion but my sting will bring your dame a lot of pain
And daddy's gonna tell ya
I'm as cool as Jack the Ripper

Somewhat of a cut throat but still a big tipper
As I tickle you pink I bet my fingers start to stink
I'm what's missing from your life
And you're the missing link
It doesn't matter how you win or lose it's how you lick it

No rest for the wicked
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off

Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off

Flips it up in the air like my name was Bob Barker
I always kicks it cold so I gotta wear my parka
I'm leaving down my marker something like a stalker
Using the force like my name was Luke Skywalker

Left hand's on the wheel and the right one on the bottle
One foot in the grave
And the other on the throttle
I'm floating through your atmosphere like the Comet Haley's
As freaky as a freak show call me Barnum and Bailey

So yo ho my cheerio here I'm coming around the bend
Don't try to shake my hand I'm not your fucking friend
Body slamming to the ground like I was captain Lou Albino
Hit ya in the balls till you're singing soprano

Slide to the dance floor groove till you get sore
Listen to the tiger's roar I'll pump you like a seesaw
I'm a tattooed demon do you catch my meaning
Think that you're dreaming
But soon you'll be screaming

I got more senseless violence than a thriller in Manila
Like my hero Gacy I'm a stone cold killer
I got my moves from thriller I'm Fish you're Barney Miller
I'm Spreading out the carnage like Mecha-Godzilla

Like Jimmy Pop says he's as cool as Jack the ripper
So take off your panties and I'll kick off my slippers
Do as I say and I will be a big tipper
More smooth moves than my man Jack Tripper

Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
...

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You Scared, Pt. 2 - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: You Scared, Pt. 2
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
You scared hoe, you scared hoe
You scared hoe, kickin' in the door
I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

You scared hoe, you scared hoe
You scared hoe, kickin' in the door
I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Bust in with that 45, make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin' on them thangs, make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man, make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man, make them bitches sag it up

Take it to the spot man now it's time to crank it up
Don't play, tomorrows a brighter day, I gotta pack it up
Mean's I bees the first up on the block, I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones, oh boy, I gotta track it up

Fuckin' with you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin' at a empty plate don't make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gonna make me wanna creep it up
Even though my pockets don't get deep, they ain't got deep enough

Wishin' I could rob me a bank but I ain't thief enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart, they sleep enough
And it's 'bout the time I get my back then I need it up
Time to find another boy, time I gettin' a Rita

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin' that Juicy J, fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand in front of your house, I'm 'bout to buck you cowards on the spot

Heard you talkin' loud at the tuff, I guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station, boy quit tryin' to pump your watch
Police yellow tape, somebody blood they wipin' with a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block

The Mafia Boys, we get the toys, make you drop it off
Pass me the gun, I take the handle then I saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off
Hum on the drank and full of dank, ready to break the law

I see them fuzz, I see we won 'cause I won it all
So fucken scared, you talkin' gahos, want it, oh want it, oh
But we don't care, we like 'em Dallas standin' ten feet tall
Buckin' you, blastin' you, watch you splatter on the fucken wall

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Creepin' carefully through the street because it's very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity, ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone I know, they do whatever just to get a meal
Or what's in the bottle or the baggie or what's under seal

Careful of the company you keep, everyone a treal
'Cause when robbas, mobbas double jaw, just to bust appeal
You got hustler's, dealer's bankin' every town, every field
Guess, what I don't hang around the brothers, so, so mass a girl

Crunchy Black, in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang, do you understand?
Mess with me then your messin' with the grownest man
Where I'm from, from the slum, nigga's shootin' a thang

On the run now you see me in the papers man
They were tryin' to stop a nigga from doin' his thang
Can't you mug is the song that I'm singin' man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin' for the chain

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch, you scared, I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared, I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

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Creepin' On Ah Come Up - Lyrics - Creepin On Ah Come Up - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Creepin' On Ah Come Up
Album: Creepin On Ah Come Up
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Anthony Henderson, Steven Howse, Byron Mccane, Kenny Mccloud, Tim Middleton, Charles Scruggs

Lyric:
Devilish Eazy-E voice
Right about now, Thugs-N-Harmony is on a come up
So to all you bustas out there, beware

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin'
A bank to get rich, ain't ate in days
So it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Fresh out the pen and I'm low on ends, fuck calm

I tried to stay thug, got flowin' skills but nigga
They bitches, now I just can't buy my bud
With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack
And I snag my leather rag can't reveal when I glide
With the moneybag

Ride to the hide', count my flags
I be livin' on the dark side and I can't escape
Some say it's a phase
If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is
If I play with my gauge

It's a raid, put your face to pave
If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets
Watches, jewels and you'll be safe

I snatched the clerk up by her neck
Put the gun in her mouth and said
"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe
If you wanna be killed try some stupid shit"

And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell
Trail to the back with the money in the sack
L locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail, well, tickets
I'm out the door, hopped in the smug and I break fast

Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, locked out
As I flip through my cash
At last, nigga made good and I got away smooth
Now, I'm straight, covered my tracks

Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool
I gotta get mine and if you stall then I'm gunnin'
Just work your job, get paid, I'll rob you
See a nigga creep on ah come up

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down
Steady thinkin' about how to get paid
Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder
That'll get a nigga locked the cage

Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard
Money is the cause, what can I do me for?
Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit but a real lick
Like robbin' a jewelry store

Select which one will I raid, got be headin' downtown
'Cause tonight's the night
Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face
So a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight

Stole two cars, and I parked one north
Parked one east for the smooth switch
When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell
If a nigga don't dwell in the same shit?

Climb to the roof and I'm peepin' out the scene
And there's no one I can spot
So I get my ass down, walked around to the window
And I broke the bitch out with a rock

Now I jump my ass in, start to fillin' up the bag
And a nigga comin' up on these diamonds
Grabbed a couple herring bones and some rings
And some ropes, still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining

Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open
Grabbed all the money they had
And a nigga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah
Got to let my niggas check out my bag

And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned
And ain't no bullshit get brung up
That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid
'Cause a nigga be creepin' on ah come up

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick
And bang bang, nigga, that's the clique on my brain
Yet another victim, insane, feel the murderous nerve
This twelve shot pump and I gotta bigger gat to back me

Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis
Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window
Let me cock this, nigga must've been meant to be jacked
'Cause here comes me hostage

Up outta the door with a pump to her temple
Should've seen her tremble, push any alarms
And I drop them bombs on moms, it's just that simple
I took my ganjas and fried 'em, don't gimme no hassle, bitch

'Cause I've been scopin' for weeks and I know
Y'all got some shit, clack back me gun
Hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'
Ladies and babies scream onto the floor

Shut up and listen, it's a jack move, fools
Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese
And answer me why and you hoes is cryin'
'Cause bitches are dyin'? Bloodin' clot, get up, you dead

What one of them niggas said, buckshot up into them dreads
And I love when I hear them pump red
One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness
See, made out with a smooth thirty G's

So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness
So with-a-me slug, Mo Thug jumped into him smug
Rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer
Hitted the Bone to give up love to me thugs

'Cause I done made it clean as fuck
And I flees the scene with a buck buck
'Cause a nigga be creepin' on ah come up

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

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Jackin For Beats - Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Title: Jackin For Beats
Album: Kill At Will
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Erick S Sermon, Parrish Joseff Smith, William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Gregory E Jacobs, Anthony D Wheaton, Al Nichol, Mark R Volman, O'Shea Jackson, Howard Kaylan, Garry Marshall Shider, Walter Morrison, Derrick A Baker, John Barbata, William Lee Bichols, Teren Delvon Jones, Jim Pons, Roger Troutman, Allen Williams

Lyric:
"Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up"
"Whassup nigga?"
"Get over there, shit"
'Ya lil' punk, ass nigga"
"C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy"

"God damnit, you stop that shit now"
"Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house"
"Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man"
"Whassup?"
"Wait a minute"
"There are police, go"

Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move
Chilly chill, yo homie make the track move
And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
That's the name of the suckers I done ganked

I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper
With the L E N C H M O B
T-Bone and that's J D

And here's how we'll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat ya
Feel dumb 'cuz you're caught in the dark
(Ya lil' nuttin' ass mark)

Raise up, 'cuz you can't have it back
You said, "I ain't never got gaffled like that"
Off the end of the gat you choke
Short dog's in the house, "Whattup Loc?"

Nuttin' but a come up
Gimme that bass and don't try to run up
'Cuz you'll get banked somethin' sweet
Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats

Play it jack
Play it jack
Play it, play it, play it jack

Huh and even if you're down with my crew
(Yo chuck man, I don't understand this man)
(Yo, you got to slow down)
I jack them too

And then we'll freak it
Kick that bass and look what we did
Fade the grade, played and made a few mil
And I keep stealin'

Ice Cube'll make it funky
But right about now, let's get up in the hump
But I don't party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts

And it'll drive you nuts, steal your beat and give it that gangsta touch
Like jackin' at night, say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin'
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats

Play it jack
Play it jack, jack
Play it, play it jack

Ice Cube, take a funky beat and re-shape
Locate a dope break and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass

I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don't try to hide 'cuz you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm out
So when I come to your town don't crowd me

'Cuz I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'all can get with me
So you think you're protected
Well you are 'til you put a funky beat on a record

Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
'Cuz suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin'
I'll have you marks a hundred miles and running

Stop, stop, stop, stop
Sa-prize, niggaz

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Phat Rabbit - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: Phat Rabbit
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Christopher Bridges

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Lyric:
I be that nigga named ludi
A K A L O V A L O V A
Fuck that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside let's ride
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Y'all drop shit like birds

Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down, just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
Don't have no time for the patient
'Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit

And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe get like Forest Gump and just run baby run
I guess that they can't handle this
The brothers just too scandalous
If you don't wanna get freaked
Get up out my way just like an ambulance
Gitty up gitty, up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And tell your boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do, yea

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit
Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
Fat rabbit
Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That that fat rabbit

Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes
And get a surprise like in crackerjacks
Punan' Don happy
Givin' up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin' there wit yo' butt out

And it's always in the back of my mind
Whatever the place, whatever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
The beginners, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter? Shatter your bladder
And put so much light in yo' life

I'll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak you like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo' shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do, yea

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit
Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit

Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it girl
Fat rabbit girl
Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit girl

Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You don't know how bad I missed it
If it broke then don't fix it, yo' stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary, I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie, you wanna be my hoochie
Better than my adversary
Don't be so scary, I never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up

Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
'Til I get to the coming side got you where I want yo' ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo' eyes on the President, erase the past
And be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up

And the guts of yo' butt don't shake like they used to
I wake 'em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry, no pain, no gain
You better keep yo' eyes on strain
'Cuz ain't a damn thing changed, may
Kick back, relax and take off yo' shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do, yea

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit girl
Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That that rabbit girl

Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit girl
Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit

What?
Dirty south, can y'all really feel me
East coast, feel me
West coast, feel me
Dirty south, can y'all really feel me
East coast, feel me
West coast, feel me
Dirty south, uh huh can y'all really feel me
East coast, feel me
West coast

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Jack Of Spades - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Jack Of Spades
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Jack
Jack
Jack

Again we start, let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
But it's here, and everybody's in fear

Crashin' through the door of that whore
Bringin' a end to this gold chain war
What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing
Another fly human being

Making, no excuses for the losers
Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers
You don't like it but you gotta keep pushin'
Until somebody starts mushin'
All these suckers, claimin' to rule the environment
Nah man, I ain't buyin' it

You seem to think that everybody can be taught
That everyone else can be bought
But, you took a short, 'cause one guy hasn't been paid
He is the Jack of Spades

Jack
Jack
Jack

He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal
But don't let the temper boil
'Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows
That's right boy, anything goes

The crime is committed and he's right on your tail
There's no bail, not thinkin' 'bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
when Jack's on the scene

Track the movement, don't lose it
'Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine, cops, and more fiends
Who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain game

Here is the aim
Destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes
We don't like, criminals, and crime
But we don't pay it any mind

So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy
Slade, Hammer, and Slammer
I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar
And if you ain't up on it you gotta

Fall to the back of the line
Hear this rhyme, 'cause I'ma say it one more time
It's Jack's theme song that KRS made
It's called the Jack of Spades

Jack
Jack
Jack

You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me
Man, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh yeah, ohh yeah
One more time, ohh yeah
Flash the rhyme

Cool, guy, loud and quiet
If your head's in the way, he'll fly it
Don't try it, 'cause Jack of Spades doesn't buy it
He's a one man riot

Cleanin' the community, of all it's debris
The C R I M E
The road was long and scary and some didn't make it
The average guy couldn't take it

But Jack, is not, the average guy
He took a piece of the pie and bit it
Got with it, for his brother he did it
So you gotta admit it

This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero
Why? Because he started from zero
In this battle he clearly understands their power
They're payin' people by the hour

To sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny
They are gettin' everybody high
High on a cable, cash under the table
Currency is how they're able
To buy the cops and props and keep the law paid
But here comes the Jack of Spades

Jack
Jack
Jack
Break it down

Jack
Jack
Jack

Fresh for Jack of Spades, you suckers

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Turn Me Up Some - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Turn Me Up Some
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): J Yancey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yeah, turn me up some
Fuck goin' on? Yo! Uncle Darren, what up brother?
Yeah, yeah Flipmode
See we got a whole,
We got a gift wrapped package for you mother fuckers
Yeah, yo yo yo yeah

Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo
So tell me why you act so?
Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black
Till it's time to relax yo or until you all collapse so
Fuck it it's hardly that the God is gettin' tired
You don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah
What, the God is back see you don't want nothing
No matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back

Choose whatever the route that you choose
Wounds so horrendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise
Blows we never come in singular they comin' in twos
My crew be startin' the ruckus once I give them the cues
To blast from the triggers that'll bust from all of my dudes
Be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes
We make you back down havin' the facts down
With all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news Word up, see you don't know nothing about it

Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some
Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, I'm sayin'
But you don't know nothin' about it
Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and hurl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin'

Now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass
You corny niggahs low class, yo, I flash on 'em
Then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on 'em
Flickin' a 'lil ash on them
From the blunt we smokin' keep a chick chokin'
Got them open with flows I suppose
And make them soak in they clothes
Keep the shit that make them sniff and make them open they nose

Got them fucked up stuck just like they strikin' a pose
Yo, we gainin' weight, na it's just my pockets is swole
From keepin' niggahs wilin' wild they drivin' smackin' the pole
A one two, yeah, you see see perhaps while I hold me a stack
Hater niggahs block holdin' me back
Yo you fool niggahs plottin' against the God best be holdin' a strap
'Cause how we commin' through you know it's a rap
Move with a crew of Guerrilla dudes who know when to clap
Or blow some shit from off of the earth or the face of the map

Yo so take that, once we give it to you ain't no fakin' a jack
It's funny how you find your face in a trap
Little bitch niggah frontin' like he ready to scrap
You better off actin' pussy tryna gimme a dat
Stayin' focus on fulfillin' a dream
The way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably killin' your team Fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters, turn the shit up
If you and your peoples ain't hearin' me proper I'm sayin'
See you don't know nothing about it

Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some
Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, I'm sayin'
But you don't know nothing about it
Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin'

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Only If You Want It - Lyrics - Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy E

Title: Only If You Want It
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

Lyric:
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it

Can I get an eye open up, Eazy locin' up, smokin' up, much dust
Like a nut what give it up for the real stuff, shut the what up
Back the shut up what, hustler from the hood hoe, hopin'
And mud rub, the finishin' touches
Would sure went rubbers
Comin' in bunches could serve like lunches

Hold ya horses here's where the source is not very tall but never took
A short kid with a clip to claw wouldn't draw Mcgraw
I trick a law before all and all I'm raw a naughty shorty
Sporty with a forty, a laddy takin' tours just to plan an orgy
A nasty critter, any hoe hitter, hated my babysitter
'Cause she wouldn't let me hit her, now get up on it
On and on get on it and I will pump it, only if you want it

Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it

Here's something from the ding dong ''cause I really care how long
Ya been strong grown, here comes the switch dome chrome
Couldn't hang with the king, out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots
My style is just as fresh as a Dusch bush, I face ya fact throw a heck
Just like Woody Wooder and if I left that means I should of booger

Here's a new track, for all the new jacks, I'm kickin' it the hardest
So gimmie my shoes back so I live when I step it's the pimp
And I rep so make a right and get left quick, so try to play strong and
Long gone, the flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong, get up on it
On and on get on it and I will pump it, only if you want it

Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it

Ooh a new jack, a new jack

Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat, back, back smack
Here comes a witty black endin' in a skull high I'm 'bout to show why
Eazy's fillin' caps 'cause my gat's in the low ride bang when the gat
Sneaks two in the back seat, my homie rides shotgun waitin' to spotone
Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride, I'm shudder shakin'

The place when I start hey so don't butter, Eazy E but a park hey
The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather, I see the smilin'
Faces of while they sick, ya know me better, hard Rodney kid gettin'
Cali kid now ya know it boy left up in the alley dead, now get up on it
On and on get on it and I will pump it, only if you want it

Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it
Only if you want it, yes I really want it

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