In The Ghetto - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: In The Ghetto
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Rick James

Lyric:
You know, my homey treach from naughty by nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'ma let one of our most immaculate tour guides
Take us all through the ghetto, my nigga, Rick James

When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hangin' out on corners, singin' with the fellas
Lookin' for the cute chicks, tryin' to find me big fun
Lookin' for some trouble or anyone who'll give me some

I was young and crazy
(In the ghetto)
Didn't know what my life would be
(In the ghetto)
I was dumb and o, so lazy
(In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me
(In the ghetto)

You all know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life, talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)

(In the ghetto)
Sure we be takin' them chances while we search for the answers
We be smokin' them cancer sticks, police provokin' muhthafuckers
We dancin' and we be dodgin' them bullets they be poppin' off at us, shit
But yet we always romance the street and fall in love with the hood

'Til somebody come blast the heat, always up to no good
So all of my fam could eat, see in the hood we hungry
Hey, nigga, we playin' for keeps, my soldiers on the block get on it
It be good if you flaunt it, we will take if we want it
See, niggaz, from the ghetto got a different state of mind

With a different kind of hustle and we iller with the grind
And develop our muscle 'til we sicker with the shine in the struggle
Thus our money come quicker doin' crime
I see the way we rep the hood, gotta love me, you can take me out
The ghetto, but you can't take it from me, gotta love it

(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)

(In the ghetto)
That's where we get into that street, shit
Hustle hard, try to get money quick
(In the ghetto)
That's where I got my name from
I learned to get money and I got all my game from
(In the ghetto)

That's where you eat with a bunch of the wolves
And get to hustlin' as hard as you could
(In the ghetto)
Until your cake stackin' shit'll get good
Throw a block party for the whole hood
(In the ghetto)

With them burn out cellys, talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli
Crack head chicks still smuggle babies in they belly
And them piss in elevators 'til the lobby all smelly
(In the ghetto)

That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nuttin' like the hood nigga, I don't care
You survivin' in the ghetto, you can make it anywhere
Gotta love it

(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)

To my east coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz, rep your ghetto
Down south niggaz, rep your ghetto

To my east coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz, rep your ghetto
To my dirty south niggaz, rep your ghetto

(In the ghetto)
Even though they act rude, you'll always find a good chick
To hold a brick for they dude, behind the bullshit
Me and my clique on the move, we honor the code of the street
And live by the rules Is where, all of the hood's at
(In the ghetto)

Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at
Where you find beautiful women and rugrats
And some of the most powerful people, I love that, come on

(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know, what I'm talkin' 'bout
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life, talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life, in the ghetto)

Never mind who you thought I was
I'm Rick James, bitch
Cocaine is a hell of a drug

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Fly As The Sky - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Fly As The Sky
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Manni Fresh, Rasaq Seriki, Hakeem Seriki, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a

Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again
Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them
Damn, how you supposed to see the time when them
M&M, sized diamonds lay right beside the hand

Chamilll, Rasaq and Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed
Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain
In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those
Chamilltary boys, we the ill est boys around here hoe

Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess
Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest
Pow, forget your feelings, I could care less
Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence

Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I gotta to pay ya
Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor
And when you're finished could you tell your friend to flavor
'Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that ass for later

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a

Mayne I'm fly as a plane, me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing 'cause the chain can explain
First they look at the piece then they look at the rang

I'm fly as a pelican, ice on my skeleton
On a Sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend
Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin
Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking 'bout medicine

I'm cold as an Eskimo, throwed from my head to toe
The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though
Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky
'Cause nigga I'm that high

I pulled up in Heaven up in the candy painted ride
And I gave Jesus five and I'm still alive
Even though I know them haters wish I would die
Even in they day dreams, I'ma still stay fly boy

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a, yeah I think you heard me

They call me Bird man Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS

Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
First class on every plane 'til I bought a jet
I'm on the runway, let down the steps
Open the phantom door and light up the cess

I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha lays for sure, it'll come your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world

Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
Pow, now you up here with me in a cloud
(Chea)
They call me weezy baby, the son of a stunner
Bitch, I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a

Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang
I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game
Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang
Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name

I'll put that boy J Junior in the future of a body bag
I'm trying to quote that bad body like a boxing bag
Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab
Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class

Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it
Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris
We don't be acting groupieish taking a sip out Luda's Cris
We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips

Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face
Repping Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state
Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face
On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place
Fix ya face

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Know The Rep - Lyrics - John Cena

Title: Know The Rep
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): Marc Predka, Thomas Randolf Bell, Linda Creed, John Cena, Freddy Fox

Lyric:
Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin' flame
And kill for the right price, I got a buckin' name
My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin' game

I'm nice with mics there's nothin' more I like
Than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
I be layin' front of your crib with Tec-y all night
Tryin' to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen

I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap
So smooth contest you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin', that Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin'

I make aight hot, I make dope raw
And send you higher than a long colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor
And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor

A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
We keep on, once the cops are gone
This is real street spit you best be warned
Tell your favorite MC the mic is on
A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
We keep on, once the cops are gone

It's the J, daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin' the pile
Y'all be cryin' foul 'cause I'm hackin' your style

I make sure you and your man's done
When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin', "And1"
You see me on the team dog you know the game's over
Stones on my wrist and a chip on my shoulder

Sixteens cashin' in on another hot beat
Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats
And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change
Make sure you whole face gettin' rearranged

We rollin' up in the blacked out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze
Squad known to beef up the heat, just like the Shaq trade

This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
Give me a beat, man, I'll body that
Spittin' that heat street raps man they nod to that

What you smilin' at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
You lost the beat, man you bought a map
Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
Been off the street too long, I want my corner back

You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback
You ride the beat like side streets on a flat
Don't play dumb, I know where you came from
You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come

Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
Like babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle
It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?

A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
We keep on, once the cops are gone
This is real street spit you best be warned
Tell your favorite MC the mic is on
A yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
We keep on, once the cops are gone

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Back 4 U - Lyrics - Feedback - Jurassic 5

Title: Back 4 U
Album: Feedback
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Anne Jennifer Dudley, Dante Lamar Givens, Courtenay D Henderson, C. Horn, J. Jeczalik, G. Langan, Lucas Christia Macfadden, P. Morley, Marc Ali Potsic, Marc F Stuart

Lyric:
Check this out, real quick
I don't know if everybody know us personally as individuals
So what I want to do right know is
Is I want to take this timeout just to introduce everybody

So, let me just introduce everybody
I need from the people up top
From the people on the bottom
And the people in the back on both sides to give it up when I say

When the music is the soul
(So, what I want to do right now)
Is I just want to go back a little bit with y'all, Check this out
(And the soul is the music)

Yo, dressed in indigenous garb, sittin' abroad
The words that I use to be awed, people applaud
Now, watch how the brother adapt, fill in the gaps, perhaps
I play the block until the curb collapse

Now, check the method and put the message on record
Promote the effort and change the neighborhood preference
And keep 'em guessin' from the old to the adolescent
It's J5 and it ain't no half steppin'

The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the emcees
Feel sorry for those who bystand innocently

The menace in me divides men's courage in half
I murdered my staff, demolished every nerd in my path
The verbal giraffe, which have a overdue day job
We do play live, ask the people who they flock, the crew J5

We ride right into the night, words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site, come to the light
The word play, we display, kept us movin' from Tokyo to L.A.
Catch the feelin' as we move on

Follow the groove and steadily soothe
Got you all comin' in two, follow the crew
No mean thing 'cause we tied like shoe strings
When we sing you hear buzz like bee stings

Thank you now, very much, thank you
This is a, a, very historical moment for us as Jurassic 5 man, for real man
I feel like, a, you know, we have some serious support out here

You know we bring this back for you
So you know we bring this back for you
So you know we, know we, know we, know we, know we
So you know we, bring this back for you

Yeah, what, yeah, when we play you walk this way
We walk in faith, I hope you feelin' great
We came here tonight just to celebrate
Put ya hands up high you know we're rockin' the place

If you came here to hate, you came way to late
Jurassic emcees and came to set shit straight
Originality, check the way we originate
Style and communicate, check the way we demonstrate

Countdown three, two, one
Some rappers, a speak the real and I can see through some
I focus my sound, I never sellin' surplus pounds
I'm workin' to smash and drown all you circus clowns

You try to dis and get your limbs crushed like ants eggs
Some are fated where my tims touch my pants legs
We indestructible plus we's magnificent kings
Beat over book by overlooking insignificant things
That bullshit that you bring

Pass, pass, pass, you know we, know we, we, pass, pass, pass
You know we bring this back for you
So you can know we bring this back for you
So you can know we bring this back for you
So you can know we bring this back for you

So you can know we, know we, know we, know we
You can know we, know we, know we, know we
Know we, know we, know we, know we, know we

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On Fiya - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: On Fiya
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Rufus Morgan, Tad Mingo, Shad Moss

Lyric:
Now catch me ridin' through the streets sittin' low
You can feel my bass bumpin' out my cherry '64
Cruisin' at about sixty just to let my hair blow
If you know me then, you know I'm about my dough

I'm ridin' on spinners, so you know they gon' chop
I'ma stay on top and you know that ain't gon' stop
When it come to competition, man, I blow 'em out the bar
Bow Wow, the boy, so fresh, so fly

I've been makin' money, so my bank on swole
Hottest thang out since I was five years old
Every time I do a show, you know it's sold out
Anytime I'm in your city, I'ma shut the thing down

I'm far from a lame just to let you suckas know
I'ma show you how to stunt with them suicide doors
And you know that I'm a pimp, if you didn't know, now you know
If your chick lookin' at me, please believe she gon' go

Now when I walk up in the club, I'm lookin' so fly
I got 26's homie, sittin' on the ride
Wanna talk about girls? I got 'em on the side
When it comes to this rap thing, man, I'm on fiya

When I walk up in the club, I'm lookin' so fly
I got 26's homie, sittin' on the ride
Wanna talk about girls? I got 'em on the side
When it comes to this rap thing, man, I'm on fiya

I'm known from hood to hood, town to town
Ask around, man, they all know how I get down
I got my game goin', I got my grill showin'
And I'm a big big balla and I love to flaunt it

I got a all red Magnum, chicks, yeah, I'm bangin' 'em
Collectin' all kinda checks and you know I'm cashin' 'em
From the 614 to the 678
All my *** on the block, go on, get that cake

Lil' momma drop it low, let me see that *** shake
Jumpin' over, bein' real, homeboy never fake
I'm the prince of hip hop, y'all and it won't stop, y'all
L B Dub, game goin' to the top, y'all

It really ain't nothin' that the boy can't do
He'd wreck his videos, not to mention movies too
Go 'head throw it up, homie, rep where ya from
Open up your trunk, dog and just let them beats bump

Now when I walk up in the club, I'm lookin' so fly
I got 26's homie, sittin' on the ride
Wanna talk about girls? I got 'em on the side
When it comes to this rap thing, man, I'm on fiya

When I walk up in the club, I'm lookin' so fly
I got 26's homie, sittin' on the ride
Wanna talk about girls? I got 'em on the side
When it comes to this rap thing, man, I'm on fiya

Now from the 305 to the 212
Go ahead throw it up, homie, rep where ya from
And from the 773 to the 404
Go ahead throw it up, homie, rep where ya from

From the 313 to the 215
Go ahead throw it up, homie, rep where ya from
From the 202 to the 310
Go ahead throw it up, homie, rep where ya from

Now when I walk up in the club, I'm lookin' so fly
I got 26's homie, sittin' on the ride
Wanna talk about girls? I got 'em on the side
When it comes to this rap thing, man, I'm on fiya

When I walk up in the club, I'm lookin' so fly
I got 26's homie, sittin' on the ride
Wanna talk about girls? I got 'em on the side
When it comes to this rap thing, man, I'm on fiya

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Hood Anthem - Lyrics - So Uncool - Keke Palmer

Title: Hood Anthem
Album: So Uncool
Artist: Keke Palmer
Composer(s): Stone Stafford, Crystal Johnson

Lyric:
Some people don't know what it really means to be hood
They think you?re made here just a stuffler, you?re up to no good
They think these brothers don't know nothing else but bling and white tees
And they think that all these women can do is somebody's weave

They think these hustlers and gangsters and goons riding by
But be easy with your mouth ?cause you don?t know nothin? ?bout
The life that gets lived, the struggles to deal with
It?s hard some days, man, if you feel me then say I?m hood

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Everybody put your hands up and rep the hood
If you wanna you can stand up, I know it feels good
Don?t be ashamed of the hood, people change in the hood
Ain?t nothin? strange ?bout the hood, it?s in everybody

No matter what you do they'll never see us no different
No matter what we accomplish [Incomprehensible]
We gettin? honors for Grammys, on Billboard chart toppers
Thought that they could stop us but we still got an Oscar

They can give it up because we ain?t [Incomprehensible]
It?s a movement, baby, and there ain?t no stoppin? that
So I?ma keep doin? me and hope you keep doin? you
We're look out for one another, at the end of the day I'm still hood

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Everybody put your hands up and rep the hood
If you wanna you can stand up, I know it feels good
Don?t be ashamed of the hood, people change in the hood
Ain?t nothin? strange ?bout the hood, it?s in everybody

I don?t matter if you got some hood in your blood
It don't make you any less, represent it like what?
It don?t matter, it makes you more real than the rest
People think it?s disrespect, consider it a blessing

?Cause you grew up on another side
Saw the world with a different eye, people don?t realize
Learn to appreciate the little things and the joy life brings
Ain?t nothin? wrong with bein? hood

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Yes, I'm hood, H O O D
Don?t speak on it if you don?t know what it means
I was raised in the hood, overcame in the hood
Not ashamed of the hood ?cause the hood is in me

Everybody put your hands up and rep the hood
If you wanna you can stand up, I know it feels good
Don?t be ashamed of the hood, people change in the hood
Ain?t nothin? strange ?bout the hood, it?s in everybody

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Tear The Roof Off - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Tear The Roof Off
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yea, hmm
Alright now
Yea
After the ultimate world blast that ended all things
This is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up

Bounce nigga, bounce bounce, bounce nigga, bounce bounce
When I come through, hit y'all with the one two
Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to do
Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come to
Feel the force of my shit kickin' like it was Kung Fu
Blast through, don't these corny niggas harass you
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast you
Ask you niggas, do y'all really want the brand new?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass du
He ha what ho, think it's way pass your curfew
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse you
You you you
I'm rollin' with my whole crew
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround you
Flip mode role thick, and you know we don't quit
Hit you with some more hits that make y'all wanna
Go shit shit shit
Yo make y'all niggas jump back
Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed black

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

One more time I hit y'all with a crime
While I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
Wildin' all in my tim boots
Now we stackin' mad loot
Everybody holdin' and twenty-one gun solute
Anyway any how, I'ma give it to you now
You ain't wildin' my nigga, that is something I won't allow
One two three four, I be knockin' at your door
Hit y'all niggas with an effect that y'all never felt before
Or leave you with somemore freaky dicky metaphor
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin' the hardcore
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas thug it out
Tired of all these weak niggas now I'ma rub you out
Yo, what you talkin bout, make y'all niggas scream and shout
Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no doubt
Doubt doubt doubt
Yo you know we always stay on
Keep wildin' before you know it the entire day is gone
Left right left, yo no ned to hold your breath
Yo, better chill your body up while we beat you to death
Death death death death
Blast you right threw your chest
Yo you know we runnin' shit and we never settle for less
Yo

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do okay, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Yea motherfuckers
Flip mode squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal
Flip mode squad, from the underground up motherfuckers
Always remember that
From the underground up
We gonna rebuild this whole shit

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Tear Da Roof Off - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Tear Da Roof Off
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yea, hmm
Alright now
Yea
After the ultimate world blast that ended all things
This is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up

Bounce nigga, bounce bounce, bounce nigga, bounce bounce
When I come through, hit y'all with the one two
Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to do
Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come to
Feel the force of my shit kickin' like it was Kung Fu
Blast through, don't these corny niggas harass you
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast you
Ask you niggas, do y'all really want the brand new?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass du
He ha what ho, think it's way pass your curfew
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse you
You you you
I'm rollin' with my whole crew
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround you
Flip mode role thick, and you know we don't quit
Hit you with some more hits that make y'all wanna
Go shit shit shit
Yo make y'all niggas jump back
Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed black

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

One more time I hit y'all with a crime
While I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
Wildin' all in my tim boots
Now we stackin' mad loot
Everybody holdin' and twenty-one gun solute
Anyway any how, I'ma give it to you now
You ain't wildin' my nigga, that is something I won't allow
One two three four, I be knockin' at your door
Hit y'all niggas with an effect that y'all never felt before
Or leave you with somemore freaky dicky metaphor
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin' the hardcore
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas thug it out
Tired of all these weak niggas now I'ma rub you out
Yo, what you talkin bout, make y'all niggas scream and shout
Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no doubt
Doubt doubt doubt
Yo you know we always stay on
Keep wildin' before you know it the entire day is gone
Left right left, yo no ned to hold your breath
Yo, better chill your body up while we beat you to death
Death death death death
Blast you right threw your chest
Yo you know we runnin' shit and we never settle for less
Yo

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do okay, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you off
Yo y'all know what to do ok, tear da roof off
Off off off, tear da roof off, yo
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off

Yea motherfuckers
Flip mode squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal
Flip mode squad, from the underground up motherfuckers
Always remember that
From the underground up
We gonna rebuild this whole shit

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40 - Rep Yo City - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rep Yo City
Artist: E
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, Moses Iii Barrett, Omar Helton, Premro V Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

We 30 deep, we bleed the block
We milk the Ave for damn near everything the Ave got
We do the fools, we act a nut
We set it off up in this bitch an' tear the club up

What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs an' the broads with the G string drawers
Up in here straight break it all off

Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
Outta control, we so cold

I'm on another level, went head up with the Devil
I never been a sucka, I always been a rebel
What's your stompin' ground? What turf you from?
What's you city, playboy? Mine 9 4 5 9 1

?Vallejo?, that's all I yell
Speakin' of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin' llello
We fuckin' around like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff, D-Town
Puttin' it down from my house all the way to yo' house
Back to the fuckin' south!

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Could it be the way that I be reppin' for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey for my niggaz?
Showin' niggaz love, raise up, motherfucker
You need to be reachin' down
Pullin' yo goddamn shirt up, that's love

Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo goddamn Kangol down, motherfucker
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk

Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin'
I took a unknown piece land an' planted a goddamn flag
Say, ?I didn't?, motherfucker, I'd die for this
I done my goddamn thing, I brought my folks in this sonna bitch

Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise with Lil' Jon an' The Eastside Boys
Y'all niggaz don't want no shit with E-40 an' The Click
An' you can say whatchu want homeboy, I'll always be the one that ill

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
An' yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddammit, we ill
More horror than 'Amityville', no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' ya will

UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' ya smile
Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile
An' you'll get popped with a smile
This ain't 'bout shoppin' an' style
This 'bout syrup an' candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles

Out the black an' the 'Lac, swingers clap an' if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs
Paper stacks an' you'll crack back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphernalia
Gun-hand'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile, nigga
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood

Twankies on coupes, money makin' sluts
You trippin' if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks

My nigga, Earl, hollered, Big Ball got it poppin'
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio an' dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G an' keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

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U Know Hoo - Lyrics - Coolio

Title: U Know Hoo
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Lamar Calhoun, William Calhoun

Lyric:
Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools?
Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka
To fuck up and stuff like that, loc, what's up?
Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read, fool

Nah, they know what time it is but you know for those
Who don't know, I think it's time that we step to the mic
And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc? Right

All you niggas run and tell a friend, um
Bad mutha fuckas is bad again
M.A.A.D. Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman

'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck
So throw your mutha fuckin' M in the sky

If the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
If you leaped up your seat you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty room
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
It's the one nine nine fo' and I smell booty
Stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
Paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C

The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas?
I don't know, don't they know, um, I gets busy like Illegal
Flow like water, drop bomb shit like a seagull

A janky ass nigga known to sag
And like Old English, I'm settin' mutha fuckas on they ass
Diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
Decapitatin' rappers and pissin' down they throats

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is causin' static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it
Turn it to the hook and kick in the door

May all the traytons be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
And even though you're watchin', you can't stop a G

'Cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see
You might build a rep but not on the C
Double O to the L to the I to the O
With the mutha fuckin' goddamn flow

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
Wit an old ass janky thirty eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass you know who

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Uh huh, all you punk ass mutha fuckas
The real steel is in the heel for year feel
Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
We're not cookin' ya crew, beeyotch

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Amerikaz Nightmare - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Amerikaz Nightmare
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Yea, Amerikaz motherfuckin' nightmare bitch

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

Dogs, I think smarter, reach harder
Slugs travel much farther
Nigga stompin' a Timberland wearing, face carver
With the box cutter, top gutter

I'll hover over you lames, run for cover, into your brain yea
You did your thang but, not very good
And by the, looks of things, you can't come back to the hood
This is not a good look for you my nigga

What's really poppin', inquirin' minds wanna know
How you rockin' them, new guns, we cope those
In bulk, like we bought 'em in Cosco's
Don't get yaself murked, wet shirt

Said it first, hurry this that red alert
You ain't gotta get bucked to know that this led'll hurt
The sight of my hammer, gotcha heart pumping
Nerves twitching, eyes jumping, heads will roll

When the pound starts kicking
You be missing
Mom's will be wearing that yellow ribbon
While I'm somewhere in the Caimen islands, chillin, nigga

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

Yo you know we keep them big thangs
That make dead people when we hit brains
It's a wrap for the sequel get yo whip sprayed

Tho I rather hit you walkin', get yo shit shaved
Plus showered up, talkin' then we split, ey
Won't catch me gun smokin', have the cops think
It was drugs that provoke it while we rollin', ey

Baby girl, I see you, can I get a taste of that thang
Heard its lethal in a good way
Just so you know I ain't the one that get yo clit ate
But hope you got a strong back, I'll make yo shit break
You'll be walking like a penguin for a few days

Yo bitch, you know we got big cash
Money fallin' out our pockets, give you whiplash
When we drive past your projects, ain't nobody can stop us
Infamous they can't stop us, they want our spot
Yo fall back nigga we got this

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

I got love for my niggaz, love for my niggaz
Love for my niggaz, got love for my niggaz
I bust slugs for my niggaz, slugs for my niggaz
Slugs for my niggaz, bust slugs for my niggaz

Yo slugs touchin', medics will rush 'em
Jake dusting for prints, make shift, morgue made for you pricks
You know what stay on my hip, you know the hood that I rep
You know we dumpin' them clips, you in the valley of death

Get comfortable nigga, you runnin' out of breath
Ya blood is spilling through the sealing of the necks
Floor or have you flood the cement
Outside somewhere on the streets, no longer in the flesh

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

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You Don'T Know - Lyrics - The Re-Up - Eminem

Title: You Don'T Know
Album: The Re-Up
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Ramone Johnson, Luis Resto, Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Shady!
Yeah

Who run it?
You know, you actin' like you don't know
We run it
You know but you actin' like you don't know
Who run it?
You know, you actin' like you don't know
We run it
You know but you actin' like you don't know

You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know

Now homie I say I run it, run it 'cause I'm in control
Hypnotiq, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron
I have you feelin' aight, I get you **** as a kite
Party poppin' shawty says she comin' with me tonight

I ain't shoulder leanin', I ain't snappin' and poppin'
Either I'm bobbin' ma head or I'm just standin' there watchin'
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my *****

Homie you front you gon' get it, okay now maybe I civic
'Cause I want you to trip it, yeah, I be on that sh**-t
You should see when I'm stuntin', I flash the stones they be wantin'
**** see me rollin', you can tell that I'm holdin'

I'm just doin' ma thang, you know the Units the game
I got my grimy Shady with me you front you'll have to get me
Off your ***, I pay the lawsuit and laugh
It's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash, let's go

Who run it?
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin like you don't know

Who run it?
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know

When me and Fif 'got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped
We just developed a fellowship through it
It's no pretend ****, it's friendship, mi nemesis is su nemesis
Ain't for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images

But this **** is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out
When there's beef you jus' gotta know when to butt in and butt out
If there's a problem we solve it, if we don't resolve it
It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it

We should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever's holdin' the most current people
On their shoulders and their soldiers got their backs 'til it's over

But tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it's Shady Aftermizat, backin' that ***, you ********
Come hizzon, what kinda ******* quizition is that?

Who run it?
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know

Who run it?
I say you know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know

****** **** ricochet, Cashis wick-a-way
Slumped over, they gon? say, similar to J.F.K
O.C. come and test my way
I'ma ride to the death, do you rep that way?

Forever I'ma be a Shady 7-4 gangsta
Homie I?ll survive everything you got in that ch*****
I thrive off of danger, jumpin' in all beef
You keep talking sh** now the squad called me

Enough holdin' back the steam, Em' let off a magazine
Dappadon Cappa queen mixed in with Cashis creams
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling ain't my cup of tea, can't tell I'm a f****** G?

I'm on automatic when I'm at it, start static
And you splattered, shattered, I'm a walkin' chick magnet
Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit
And I'm always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it?

Who run it?
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know

Who run it?
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know
Who run it?

You know who this is
Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath
Lloyd Bands, Cashis
Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50
It's a movement, you can't stop it
Talk of New York, Tony Yayo

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Make Noise - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Make Noise
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Busta (Trevor Smi Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c'mon

Bouncing, everytime I be hittin' y'all niggas with shit
That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin' hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot blow, blow, blow
Bus a bus is back all in your face and I'm back to replace
And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I'm concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
What, what, what

Yeah, yeah, I be keepin' it movin', and be keepin' it groovin'
Rep for my niggas by showin' and provin'
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? Yeah, yeah, yeah
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin' you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin' like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages, ho, ho

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

Busta rhymes givin' it to y'all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin' it down wit my Flipmode familia
That's a fact we comin' through, so step back
Move, move, move, move, move
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin' corner the market
Y'all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin' all of you the target, blau, blau, blau

See how we be keepin' it comin' regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin', and breezin' on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin' the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, bo, bo, bo, bo

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, make noise now, c'mon
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, make noise now, everybody now, c'mon, ha

How's about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin'
And get all up in your pocket, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin' it down and blowin' the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

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Master Of The Game - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: Master Of The Game
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah
(He's the master of the game)
From the South Bronx
I've been doin' this
(All the girls know his name)

All the way from the Northeast to the west
Down South Miami, Florida
(He's the master of the game)
Jacksonville
(Jacksonville)
Tallahassee
(Tallahassee)
Master of the game
(In the rappin' Hall of Fame)

Like Tag Team, back again
Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick
Now Joe, I know my rap style pro
Let 'em know with the quickness, y'all need to witness

Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business
Exercise, like physical fitness
Ride through, I glide through
Bass pump to the trunks inside you

We move it quickly, rap styles swift B
Cadillac rollin', neck full gold and crafty and nasty
Can't put it past me
Step with skills, better call your family

Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse
Move when I back it up, attack and I smack it up
Girls connectin' it
Ultra legend and why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate

I keep steppin' and boost my rep again
Speed up, go slow, you got the next then
Do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican
Swift to shift up, change the pitch up
DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up
Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

I'm warnin', watch yo' backpack mack
Yo' crack lack facts I attacks yo' wax
So fast you press up mess up step up
Through this when I do this

I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy
Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy
Houston, Tex, out of New York City
Girls get pretty, go lickin' them titties

Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and party's live
Might turn into somethin'
Let them know though, I'm still pro dough
Companies what, wanna sign me solo

It's Keith you need, let your man try to read
Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed
Step to Keith, let you know what it be G
Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me

Crispy atoms, grab 'em, pat 'em
Suckers don't know, how bad I'm madam
Turn and flex and servin' necks and
Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex

And y'all won't know when I pull up in a Lex
And Master Cards with certified checks
And bank bills, fly rims in the hills
Y'all get cups, get more refills

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

Check your watch, now watch me partner
Start to welcome back kids like Kotter
Move your pants, while I rock a little harder
Hoes and foes, hit 'em all with blows

Watch girls work it, movin' unopposed
Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip
When I dress, yes, put 'em all to the test
Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest

Rappin', clappin', fingers start snappin'
Watch how you actin', I'm rubbin' on the back
And MC's is slack and your groups sound wack
Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me

Style get complex, why you concerned B?
I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me
'Round and 'round and big bass soundin'
Down South Hustler, big bass poundin'

East west, top down to the bone
Motorola, on my cellular phone
Change the tone, get up out my zone
Movin' next to you, rhyme will flex to you
Stop I'm overdue, jumpin' over you
Status gold to the baddest bro

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

He's the Master
(Master, Master)
Kool Keith
He's the master
(Master, Master)
Kool Keith, Kool Keith, Kool Keith
(Kool Keith)

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What'S Your Fantasy (Remix) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: What'S Your Fantasy (Remix)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Shondrae L Crawford

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Lyric:
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let let me know know what's your fanta-ta-sies

You know what I need
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit
And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina L P
And I'll make him go and get my shit

We can go from a fly ass jetta to a coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly hill
A real nigga not the run of the mill
Come and spank me and make me shoot to kill

From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jacuzzi and out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie

Butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass

Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar

Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work for me like the league overseas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
Keep my body trembling and buckle my knees

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna do in the canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon' see and get mad at me
I want a nigga that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese

Tell me baby can you handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass out
Make you bounce till you pass out

Or we can cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib

And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
But it's okay I'm gon' break something tonight

Oh see get on your knees
And I'll show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

You gotta li-li-li-lick me from my ass to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga

I'm a B K Bitch, love to ride dick
Ass in his face, cock spread out
Nigga uptown, nigga down south
Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth

F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get right on the X
Get it right on X
Fuck him, check right to the next

Those bitches go right, fox right to the left
Nigga can't fuck, burner on his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breast
Baddest, send him home with na-na on his breath

What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 mills, still BK to the death
Still don't give a fuck, still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces

Pop magnum's by the cases, X5 Benz still spend big faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places, you know what you can do nigga?
You can li-li-li-lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let, let me know know what's your fanta-ta-sies

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