Give The People - Lyrics - Business As Usual - Epmd

Title: Give The People
Album: Business As Usual
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): E Sermon, Leon Huff, P Smith, Kenneth Gamble

Lyric:
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day

I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and I was far from whack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV

Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo, MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
And still we can't ill, 'cause to them that's wrong
Cause like P.E. said, we're too black and too strong

But hey, what can I say?
Brothers and sisters, that's a price a rapper must pay

Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a Grammy

Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence

Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
And kill that, "No sir, yes sir, and thank you, ma'am"
'Cause the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored

And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel

Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours cause I'm going for mine
That's why I

Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked?
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bum rush the doors

One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence
So fight the power and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned

So if you want airplay
You can't be too black and hey
Watch what you say, but ayo

Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

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Ladies And Gentlemen - Lyrics - Blood Stained Love Story - Saliva

Title: Ladies And Gentlemen
Album: Blood Stained Love Story
Artist: Saliva
Composer(s): David Novotny, Wayne Swinny, Paul Crosby, Joseph Scott Sappington, Bob Marlette

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Like nothing you?ve ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you?ll be begging for more

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening
You?ve seen that seeing is believing
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding
Please check to see if you?re still breathing

Hold tight 'cause the show is not over
If you will please move in closer
You're about to be bowled over
By the wonders you?re about to behold here

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it

Welcome to the show
You came alone
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom, do you want it?
Boom, do you need it?
Boom, let me hear it

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Come Get Me - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Come Get Me
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Christopher Martin, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
And as a special treat this evening
I have asked America's foremost young poet
To read his latest poem for us

Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
Everybody, watch him
Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
We, we, we came a long way

Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
Everybody watch him
Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus

Yo, yo, yo
Power and crime, the thugs slingin' powder and dimes
Twenties of D, is yo' niggaz wilder than mine?
My niggaz bust nines, puff lye and stick up cowards
For they shine, you resist, then you push up flowers

I'm like Lou Cabrasi, Vito's best hit-man
That's Godfather shit, back seat, next lit plans
Revolvers spit, I'm too tough to bargain with
And you don't want the God to pull up the cars that's sick

Arms and wrists is lit up, Queensbridge Kings
Plaques awards applause when I do my thing
Streets is black as midnight, the concrete gray
With stains of blood and germ and piss all day

Come on the ave, get sized up, plus appraised
Duck and pray that my guns don't bust your way
Niggaz with names, livin' off reputation
Sometimes gotta remind you ain't nothin' changin'

Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
Everybody, watch him

If you ill, come get me, 'cause I ain't runnin'
If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunnin'
Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared

If you ill, come get me, 'cause I ain't runnin'
If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunnin'
Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
It's all fair in love and we can take it there

You don't like me clown? Now, you wanna take me down?
If I bring my face around, you gon' do what? You butt
Your crew knew I blew up, I been shinin', baseball diamonds
Dick rings for your chick lings

Niggaz know what my nine pearl handle's about
Fuck you, say girlie mouth? Get it krunk like the Dirty South
And I know you see me flossed out, multi mill i
Hear your bitch talk about me, you give her the cold eye?

Girls dig you, imagine what she feel for me?
You make hot songs, but she know you steal from me
Who ill as me? I wild on haters in album three
Next level, I take y'all niggaz to 3-D

Can't find a nigga shook from Queens
I'll be with the most grimy killers
(What nigga?)
And they all look clean
Who put bombs underneath cars, if you want beef then start
Your next stop is to the graveyard

If you ill, come get me, 'cause I ain't runnin'
If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunnin'
Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared

If you ill, come get me, 'cause I ain't runnin'
If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunnin'
Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
It's all fair in love and we can take it there

You too feminine to kill again, jail got you soft
You talk but you scared to go back up North
Keep your face twisted, but you don't really want nuttin'
Talk a bunch of shit motherfucker and stop frontin'

You don't wanna flip again, and sell drugs again
Be on the run again, catch you at the Comfort Inn
Shoot up your door, bust in on you and your whore
Put y'all in bags, clean the blood off of the floor

So play tough, I want y'all to get out of line
I got nines, every color shape and design
I sent killers every race to put one in your spine
Two in your ear, get your crew, who do I fear?
Nobody never get involved and none of em dyin'

I think like you do, roll with about two irons
Catch me flyin', high in the aircraft winin'
And dinin', you die, then we laugh, you bitch ass
You bitch ass to gauze up, your stab wounds

While I'm gettin' head, in a Lear jet, bathroom
With all my goons, all my ice, and suitcases
Full of paper, not money it's bank statements
The Illmatic that explains how we rock
Yachts and co-ops, we buy the hood and sell you a block

If you ill, come get me, 'cause I ain't runnin'
If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunnin'
Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared

If you ill, come get me, 'cause I ain't runnin'
If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunnin'
Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
It's all fair in love and we can take it there

Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
Everybody, watch him
Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
We, we, we came a long way
Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
Everybody watch him
Ladies and gentlemen, na-na-Nastradamus
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen

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Dream Team Is In The House, The - Lyrics - L.A. Dream Team

Title: Dream Team Is In The House, The
Artist: L.A. Dream Team
Composer(s): Rufus Perison, Michael Perison

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Ladies and gentlemen
Have you heard?
The Dream Team is back
So spread the word

Well, hit me on the one
And don't delay
'Cuz the Dream Team is here
And gonna make your day

We came here to kill
And this our deal
But the music don't kiss it
Then the fly looks real

We gotta give it what we got
Even get us up wide
And what you need you could jive alive
So without hesitation
You'll see what we're about
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Well, I'm over your radio once again
Pretty Par D, I'm your best friend
Let's take it to the stage
Feel better by the pound
My name is Par D
And I'm gonna throw down

In case you don't know who I be
I go by the name by a snake
But I judge faces to the fact
That I'm proud to be black
Do the best that I can with my fly girl band

So ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
Take this funk into your world
Remember make the situation with
Steady concentration

Then you know what we're talking about
But nevertheless, you got the best
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Can you say?
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo

Join us here, each week my friend
We're sure to make you rock
With me Par D and snake, puppy
Our rhymes will never stop

Fly girls, fly girls and the whole damn crowd
With a simple scream and shout
We want you all to know that
The Dream Team is in the house

Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house

Everybody in the place before we go
Is for those of you who did and did not know
The Dream Team is here
We're about to make noise til the party ends

For all the fine ladies
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Fresh young guys
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Now guys and girls
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

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Feel The Girl - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Feel The Girl
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen

Ms. Jade's the name comin' to ruin the game
Bringin' the thunder and rain, bus or a train or a plane
Me and my girls shrivel all over the world
Makin' you stumble and hurl, braids, ponytails and the curls
I got them folk pumpin' and movin' around
Jumpin' and gettin' it down, sweatin' and workin' it now
No question, gonna throw on them clothes tonight
So set them bows tonight, engines gon' hum on the bikes

No matter if he black, Puerto Rican or white
Stiletto heels tonight, free chicken wings and some rice
I got your dude lickin' my toes and stuff
What, what, what, what, what, light the chronic up
I know y'all gonna love when I do it
I do it professional like Duro and Clue, doin' it all for the loot
Y'all better get y'all asses up out the seats
Sweat runnin' down your cheeks, virgins turn into freaks

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Ya bet was lost, time to set it off
Shoppin' at the mall, don't care what it cost
Concerned about who be in my sheets
You got beef with me, then don't speak to me
Like how my flow different kinda pace
Garbage and the waste, please get out my face
You wanna taste? Miss me like I'm Mase
You wanna taste? Lick me William H.

I'm leavin' y'all toothless like Gerome
Rollin' on the chromes, two ways and the phones
This Philly chick ain't wit this silly shit
Blunts and dutches licked, scrapin' up for rent
Rat smugglin' like the government
Keep 'em bubbelin', take it on the chin
So now they all duckin' from the slugs
Kisses and the hugs, just cut up the rug

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied
Chain hangin' like Nas, see right through the lies
Y'all never knew a dame could be so tight
Killin' and feelin' it right, gettin' it on tonight
We keep it real, type of chicks we are
Gettin' nice at the bar, bang it loud in your car
I'm from the town, niggas gon' hold me down
Lost but now I'm found, watch me snatch the crown

I clear my throat, ladies spit what I wrote
Takin' off my coat, stuntin' tryin' to poke
We in the back, countin' and peelin' the stacks
Combin' and brushin' the tracks, y'all can't hold me back
I'm comin' out switchin' and changin' your route
Takin' it to the house, bills and large amounts
I got the club bouncin' and shakin' they frames
Glass fillin', puff and then pass, if your feelin' in Philly then dance

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
Frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jade)
She'll light the chronic up
(Ms. Jade)

Frick feel the girl
Freaky freaky, feel the girl, frick feel the girl
Fricky fricky feel the girl, frick feel the girl
Feel feel, frick feel feel, freaky freaky feel

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Da Club - Lyrics - Trina

Title: Da Club
Artist: Trina
Composer(s): Katrina Taylor, Kedrick Moore, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen

I was eighteen and she was twenty-five
And I was kinda fast for my age
It was the first time drankin' cheap wine
And then she took her place on the stage

The club went crazy
(Girl, you doin' it)
The way she shake dat ass
Show amazed me
Ladies and gentlemen

I make my body drop then my pussy pop
I gotta make some hot, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
I'm in that red zone, I got they head gone
You should see me in that thong, th-th-thong, thong

I make this ass bounce and these titties fight
I make my thighs tremble, 'cuz that's what niggaz like
I got these niggaz right, you betta ask somebody
And if he ask about me, he betta pack his wallet

See I'ma guy pleaser slash don diva
Slip N Slide off these thighs, yeah, fine Trina
Take it to the bottom, gimme grey goose
Lemme get it started, it's time to tear it loose

Catch a wall, back it up, ooh, excuse me
You bitches betta make a way For this booty
See I'ma cutie, yours truly
Get out the way of this muthafuckin' dooly

The DJ cued the record and the record went boom
Make a circle, give the lady some room
Jolly make her body rock, followed wit' da pussy pop
And everybody gave her they money

The club went crazy
(You is a bad mama jama)
The way she shake dat ass
Show amazed me
Ladies and gentlemen

A bad bitch in the club and she so astounded
I'm the star of this bitch, 'cuz the show around me
I'm the bitch who been crowned me Miss Miami
Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties

But if you payin' it, I'm layin' 'em
And if the nigga still standin', I consider the man
And he wanna cram it and jam it
Put the pickle in the middle muthafucka not the fanny

That access has not been granted
It's the way that I struck make a nigga wanna fuck
And it's the lust make a nigga wanna touch
And I'm not just a ho or a slut, I'm a plus

So where you ducks at? Where yo bucks at?
If he ain't up in dat, get da fuck back
See I done struck back just like lightening
Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me

The man said, "Last call gon' getcha alcohol"
And we dancin' way in the back
Now everybody got to know
Me and her 'bout to go take it to the Cadillac

The club went crazy
(Congratulations, you got her)
The way she shake that ass
Show amazed me
Ladies and gentlemen

Now he breakin' it off, takin' it off
And he makin' it wet, I'm makin' it hard
And I'm drivin' his 'lac and swipin' his card
And I'm signin' his checks, For givin' him sex

And it's the body that they dyin' to get
It's amazin' how these niggaz be cryin' for this
And it's so crazy that they lyin' for dis
But, but you gotta get in line, you dick

Now that's the shit make these niggaz wanna holla
Look like a model, shaped like a coke bottle
Break his bank down to his last low dolla
I'm make floor wobble damn near a whole hour

Pussy real good when it's from the hood
But you gotta pay and it's undastood
If I'ma give it up, you gon' give it out
'Cuz I love makin' niggaz go down south

Ayo Mannie
I fucks witchu
You crazy for dis one
(You is a bad mama jama)

The club went crazy
(Girl, you doin it)
The way she shake that ass
Show amazed me
Ladies and gentlemen

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Hello There - Lyrics - Live At Budokan - Cheap Trick

Title: Hello There
Album: Live At Budokan
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
Hello there, ladies and gentlemen
Hello there, ladies and gents
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Hello there, ladies and gentlemen
Hello there ladies and gents
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to? Would you like to?
Would like to do a number with me?

Hello there, ladies and gentlemen
Hello there, ladies and gents
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Hello there, ladies and gentlemen
Hello there, ladies and gents
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to? Would you like to?
Would like to do a number with me?

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Goodnight - Lyrics - Live At Budokan - Cheap Trick

Title: Goodnight
Album: Live At Budokan
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
Good night now ladies and gentlemen
Good night now ladies and gents
That's the end of the show, now it's time to go

Good night now ladies and gentlemen
Good night now ladies and gents
That's the end of the show, now it's time to go

Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?

Good night now ladies and gentlemen
Good night now ladies and gents
That's the end of the show, now it's time to go

Good night now ladies and gentlemen
Good night now ladies and gents
That's the end of the show, now it's time to go

Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to, would you like to

Thank you very much
We're Cheap Trick goodnight

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This Is The Carter - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: This Is The Carter
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Okay, I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't
Then the great Mannie Fresh
Will enlighten you

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

Who am I? Young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle?

Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD
Y'all can't stop my dribble or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don't chase the feelin' baby girl, let it come to you

Remove the ceilin' on the girl, now she comfortable
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude

I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low
I'ma offense coordinator run the shoe
You watch your grill what you ought to do
'Fore your ribs get barbecued

And my ribs is showin' , I say I'm starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c'mon

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and your bitch
I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and your bitch

I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and your bitch
I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing

And we could, ssh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar' picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off

If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click
I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick

Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

And y'all better blame Baby
'Cuz he the muthufucka that made me and I'm crazy
And y'all ask why I never left the navy?
'Cuz he the muthufucka that pay me, is you crazy?

Young, young, young wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't wanna kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blockin' 'cuz a nigga hood rich

And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy 'cuz I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil boy
And your sister lookin' good shit, shit

I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
1-7 Hollygrove never ever leave you
I got y'all waitin' on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

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Listen!!! - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Listen!!!
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Nina Simone, Talib Kweli Greene, Terrance Quaites, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
This the year of the BlackSmith
Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go

Yeah, niggas don't listen
Back in the days we all used to listen
Now shit is so wack, nobody listen
To that real hip hop, yo, listen

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna hear you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me ya ears
Stop repentin' 'cause the ending is near
But don't panic, you can't function if you livin' in fear
Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear

Wait just a minute, who the fuck you talkin' to?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin'
I'm so crackin', you ain't heard? Ya shit appear like closed captions

King of the bars and I'm goin' hard pause
All my confidence comes from knowin' God's Laws
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though

Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it locked, get it done, get it tight
I think I wanna feel you
But you don't really hear me though
I spit clearly so it's live outcha stereo

To your heart while it's beatin' in ya chest
When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk
To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh
So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt

Real hip hop is missin' from the shelf
Yup, it's what you felt when you listen to yaself
Only a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin'
So before you spend ya hard earned spinach

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though

Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

You love the sounds comin' out your speaker
I spit rounds like a nine millimeter
The youth today, they frown at the teachers
They ain't down with no leaders
They don't wanna wait just a minute

They like, "What? Nigga, wait right there"
I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you'll be missin' a right ear
Get it clear, I figure it's my year
I'm everywhere makin' appearances and niggas might miss

Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
What you heard as a pro, I'm so amazing
Don't front, girl, you know it's ya favorite
New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though

Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Yo, don't it sound so good to you?
It's the return of the greatest, y'all
Talib Kweli, BKMC
BlackSmith is the movement, BlackSmith is the music

Whatchu ridin' for?
Whatchu livin' for?
Whatchu dyin' for?
I think I wanna feel you
Bangin' on ya eardrum, yeah

Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute
Listen
Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute

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1, 2 Step - Lyrics - Goodies - Ciara

Title: 1, 2 Step
Album: Goodies
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Missy Elliott, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen
(Ladies and Gentlemen, ooh wee)
This is a Jazze Phizzle Product Shizzle
(Jazze Phizzle)
Missy
(Missy)
The princess is here
(Ooh wee)
(She's here)
Ciara

(This beat is)
Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh
Work my body, so melodic this beat flows right through my chest
Everybody, ma and papi came to party, grab somebody
Work your body, work your body, let me see you 1, 2 step
(Here we go)

Rock it, don't stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on

Let me see ya, 1, 2 step
I love it when ya, 1, 2 step
Everybody, 1, 2 step
We about to get it on

(This beat is)
Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it
(Jazze made it)
So retarded, top-charted, ever since the day I started
Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it, goodies make the boys jump on it
No, I can't control myself, now let me do my 1, 2 step
(Come on)

Rock it, don't stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on

Let me see ya, 1, 2 step
I love it when ya, 1, 2 step
Everybody, 1, 2 step
We about to get it on

We gon' drop the beat like this, ooh wee

It don't matter to me, we can dance slow
(Ladies and Gentlemen)
Which ever way the beat drop, our bodies will go
(I like this)
So swing it over here, Mr. DJ
(Hey, hey)
And we will, we will rock you
(Oh yeah)

It don't matter to me, we can dance slow
(Dance slow)
Which ever way the beat drop, our bodies will go
(Yeah, yeah)
So swing over here, Mr. DJ
(Ladies and Gentlemen)
And we will, we will rock you
(Wee)

I shake it like jello, make the boys say hello
'Cause they know I'm rockin' the beat
I know you heard about a lot of great MC's
But they ain't got nothing on me

Because I'm 5 foot 2, I wanna dance with you
And I'm sophisticated fun
I eat fillet mignon and I'm nice and young
Best believe I'm number one
(Ooh)

Rock it, don't stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
(Ooh)
We about to get it on
(Come on)

Let me see ya, 1, 2 step
I love it when ya, 1, 2 step
Everybody, 1, 2 step
We about to get it on

Rock it, don't stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on

Let me see ya, 1, 2 step
I love it when ya, 1, 2 step
Everybody, 1, 2 step
We about to get it on

This is for the hearing impaired
A Jazze Pha production
(Ooh wee)
(Ooh wee)

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Tear Da Club Up (H-Town Version) - Lyrics - Letoya

Title: Tear Da Club Up (H-Town Version)
Artist: Letoya
Composer(s): Dave Young, Kayla Shelton, Letoya Luckett, Phalon Alexander, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
(Ladies and gentlemen)

T to the O to the Y to the A, J to the A Z Z E Pha
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
(Bun B, let's go)
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
(And we be clubbing all night)

I pulled, I pulled, I pulled, I pulled, I pulled up in my SL 6
My drop top down on my H-Town chick
Rims shine dem thangs so clean
Don't hate 'cuz my wrist on freeze

I got 'em all in my mix
Is lookin' at me 'like damn who is dis?'
I got my gurls wit me
We lookin' pretty in V.I.P.

I tear the club up, shake the club up
Get the club up, it's a clubber
So just stand up and show yo gurl love
All my ladies throw yo hands up

Everybody in the club, just dance for me
Everybody to the floor, just dance for me
Everybody to the bar, shawty drinks on me
Shawty dance for me

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, we got the club crackin'
I got my song comin' on and it's da weekend
Yeah, gonna do it real big
Party's packed to the max can't nobody get in

Hey, so right tonight
You can call Jazze Pha, it's goin' down tonight
I got my gurls wit me
And you know we gonna keep it sexy

I tear the club up, shake the club up
Get the club up, it's a clubber
So just stand up and show yo gurl love
All my ladies throw yo hands up

Everybody in the club, just dance for me
Everybody to the floor, just dance for me
Everybody to the bar, shawty drinks on me
Shawty dance for me

(Tear da club up)
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
(Tear da club up)
Do it shawty, shake it shawty, do it shawty, shake it shawty
Do it shawty, shake it, shake it shawty, do it

(Tear da club up)
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
(Tear da club up)
Do it shawty, shake it shawty, do it shawty, shake it shawty
Do it shawty, shake it, shake it shawty, do it

(Ladies and gentlemen)
We in the club
(Introducing)
We in the club
We in the club
(Bun B U U G G K )
We in the, we in the

We in the club and we got it off the chain
I got ballers and all the list of V.I.P. with me, man
And we making it rain, throwing up that cheddar
Popping bottles with boppers that look like bottles that're even better

I don't rock the coogi sweater, just dickies and a white tee
And every playa with me looking G'd up like me
It's H-Town's finest with P-H trilling
Now gon' put ya deuces in the air if ya feel me, come on

(Tear the club up)
I tear the club up, shake the club up
Get the club up, it's a clubber
So just stand up and show yo gurl love
All my ladies throw yo hands up

Everybody in the club, just dance for me
Everybody to the floor, just dance for me
Everybody to the bar, shawty drinks on me
Shawty dance for me

I tear the club up, shake the club up
Get the club up, it's a clubber
So just stand up and show yo gurl love
All my ladies throw yo hands up

Everybody in the club, just dance for me
Everybody to the floor, just dance for me
Everybody to the bar, shawty drinks on me
Shawty dance for me

Ladies and gentlemen
T to the O to the Y to the A , J to the A Z Z E Pha
Bun B, let's go and we be clubbing all night

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Back Again - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: Back Again
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Alan Maman, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
Dilated Peoples, yeah yeah
It's a new day
A L C, expansion team business
Let's do it

Back again, who is it?
Dilated People
In in the house again, set to pack 'em in
Ladies and gentlemen front, left, right and

Back again, uh-huh, who is it?
Dilated!, Dilated, Dilated Peoples
In the house again
It's the People, the People, the People
People, the People, the People

Yeah, back again, for the very fourth time
Don't worry if I write checks, I write rhymes

Yeah yeah, bring that back to the top man
Yeah you like that right? I need to hear that from the top
Yo Babs, bring that back
Rewind, I spit 'em again

Yeah, back again, for the very fourth time
Don't worry if I write checks, I write rhymes
It's a new year, okay, got shit to confess
Like I ain't smoke weed no more, but ain't smokin' no less

Back again, yeah, reversin' any curses
Back to jumpin' in crowds, spillin' drinks on chicks purses
In the house again, it's Dilated Peoples
Back again-back again-back, back again-back again-back

Back again, the crew never left, but came back
Like tomorrow on these yesterday cats
In the house again, learned to stay vested and strapped
Stay awake and out of the federal state traps

Yo we back again, kinda like Bush and Blair
Some were scared, some would just wish they cared
In the house again, never too late to prepare
'Cause many things you fear have been in place for years

Back again, who is it?
Dilated People
In in the house again, set to pack 'em in
Ladies and gentlemen front, left, right and

Back again, yeah yeah, who is it?
Dilated, Dilated, Dilated Peoples
In the house again
It's the People, the People, the People
People, the People, the People

Back again, with more titles, rings and plaques
Belts trophies and banners and things like that
Like that

Like that, oh, definitely like that
A-L-C, Dilated Peoples
Aiyyo Rak' I don't think they understand, man
Yo, bring that back, rewind, I spit 'em again

Back again, with more titles, rings and plaques
Belts trophies and banners and things like that
For the passion and stacks of this cash
We play through pain, mostly come home to switch bags

Back again, to get my squad back on track
Staples Center parades, I'm talkin' back to back
In the house again, it's Dilated
And we're back, back, back, back, back, back, back again

Back again, yeah they stuck 'cause shit's different
And rain was on the way because the weatherman predict it
In the house again, I ain't gettin' wet
Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug, still my People showin' love

Think different, outside the box
Don't want a lot of a little, we want a little of a lot
In this world, Evidence, all I got's my word
Spin at thirty-three and a third, to make the DJ spin it

Expansion Team, Dilated Peoples
Y'all know how it's goin' down
Worldwide, original flavor
Rewind, I spit 'em again

Back again, who is it?
Dilated Peoples
In in the house again, set to pack 'em in
Ladies and gentlemen front, left, right and

Back again, uh-huh, who is it?
Dilated, Dilated, Dilated Peoples
In the house again
It's the People, the People, the People
People, the People, the People, back again

In in the house again
Back again
In in the house again
Back again, back again, back
Back again, back again, back

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Know That - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Know That
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): T K Green, L Dorell, Dante Beze

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Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey man
I strike the empire back
I strike the empire back
Fuck the empire

High flyin' like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo
I never roll for dolo, frontin' on me's a no-no
Understand? Doin' this for my family
Ha ha, check it out y'all

Yo, I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of what makes sense
Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man
You never know when your fate gon' switch hand
Get today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand

I was a young boy, who dreamt about being a big man
On small looseleaf sheets I sketched a big plan
Gotta handle business properly, boost up my economy
Store it up and get my mom some waterfront property

Yesterday was not for me but nowadays it's time for me
The streets is watchin' me, I watch back, that's the policy
Movin' along my oddesey like blood through the artery
Navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless

Let those who make the exodus seekin' the North beacon
From beatin' and hog-eatin', from punishment all season
From hands cracked and bleedin' cotton thorns in your palms
It's for y'all that I sketch these songs, and it goes

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
I fear no man, because faith is the arrow
My vocal chord travel worldwide to block narrow
We can blow with the ammo or go mano-a-mano

Kweli is you wit me? Let's make it happen
(Whattup whattup?)
I burn through your argument with action
My eyes stay fastened to tomorrow lookin' for a brighter day
When y'all wanna leave y'all? Right away

Shout it out from East-West, from South to Northern
From Cakalak' to California
From the coldest to the warmest
To the borders 'cross the waters, understand
And know that I love you
We got love in the place

Shout out to all the Queens all the seeds
To all the teams that's gettin' cream
From outlaw to emcee's
Make it happen do your thing, understand
And know that I love you
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen

Guess who? The illest MC in the atmosphere, yeah the Soul Controller
who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier
I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna
Never disrespect no women 'cause I love my momma

These cats be givin' us praise but it ain't that accurate
I give it up to God, all that, love and attachment, get
Scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy
Like how these niggaz is lookin' like some fairies

And singin' like canaries to the beast
And anybody who will listen to 'em clearly
Y'all don't hear me though, even when I'm comin' through in stereo
You make a mockery of what I represent properly

Yo, why you startin' me? I take that shit straight to the artery
Intellectual property I got the title and the deed
I pay for rent, with the tears and sweat, and what I bleed
MC's imitate the way we walk, the way we talk

You cats spit lyrical pork with no spiritual thought
Plus your flow a little bit off, you come across soft
Back in the days, niggaz like that on stage got tossed off
Need to get crossed off the guest list

It's like you gotta be disrespected
And thrown out the exit to get the message
Sometimes your sunshine get snatched like a necklace
when you get too drunk on power and your drive get reckless
Check it, MC's in my face after I slug you then I hug you
If I gotta dead you know it's only 'cause I love you

Shout it out from East-West from South to Northern
From the richest to the poorest
To the elders in the coffins
Livin' native dyin' for it, understand
And know that I love you
Yeah, yeah, we got love in the place

Shout out from up top to the middle
To black bottom, sky high
Whether you colder than December or hotter, than July
It don't stop 'til we complete this
And know that I love you keep this fly
It's so much to life when you just

Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black

My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people

My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people

My people, oh oh oh oh ohh, oh ohh

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Secret Love - Lyrics - Mariah Carey

Title: Secret Love
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Mariah Carey, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Swizz Beats, ladies and gentlemen
(Come on, come on, come on)
Ladies and gentlemen
(Mariah, Mariah)
Ladies and gentlemen
As we go a little somethin' like this
Hit it!

Oh baby, oh baby
Come give it to me now, baby
But keep it between us
You and me got a secret love, baby

Oh baby, oh baby
Come give it to me now, baby
But keep it on the hush
You're not mine, got a secret love, baby

It was a summer's day when walking by
She didn't notice as as you turned
And you discreetly winked your eye
And I remember you from back in the day
You were the boy I couldn't breathe
Without the one that got away

Oh baby, oh baby
Come give it to me now, baby
But keep it between us
You and me got a secret love, baby
(Secret love)

Oh baby, oh baby
Come give it to me now, baby
But keep it on the hush
You're not mine, got a secret love, baby
(You're not mine)

Oh, now that I found you, I cannot let you go
You know I got my man at home
But baby, I still need you so
And I know you ain't never leaving that girl
But every time you touch me, baby
It feels so incredible

Oh baby, oh baby
Come give it to me now, baby
(Oh baby)
But keep it between us
You and me got a secret love, baby
(You and me)

Oh baby, oh baby
(Oh baby)
Come give it to me now, baby
(Come on and give it to me, boy)
But keep it on the hush
You're not mine, got a secret love, baby

Breakdown

Secret lovers, yeah

You and me, you and me, you and me, baby

Oh baby, oh baby
Come give it to me now, baby
But keep it between us
(Keep it on the hush)
You and me got a secret love, baby

Oh baby, oh baby
Come give it to me now, baby
But keep it on the hush
(But keep it)
You're not mine got a secret love, baby

Baby, baby, baby
Come give it to me, baby
We got a secret love, darling
Keep it between us, baby

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Girlfriend - Lyrics - Guerilla City - Guerilla Black

Title: Girlfriend
Album: Guerilla City
Artist: Guerilla Black
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Charles Williamson

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a Jazze-phizzle produc-shizzle
Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha
Ho boy! Black, Black, give it to 'em, daddy

Got somethin' that you need to know
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Way too fly, can't let you go
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Girl, you the flyest, let me inside it
Don't deny it, come on and ride it, baby, just try it
'Cause I think I wanna make you my girlfriend

I guess what they say, opposites attract
You the first make me, wanna stop my pimp back
My game tight, your frame right
We could do it, 5 or 6 times in the same night
Now I got keys for you, I believes in you
Ma, don't you know I bleeds for you?
Sheeeit, real tall, you was meant for me
No pretendin' to be, somethin' that you not

No frontin', Ma, keep it real sexy
Even though I'm thugged out like Joe Pesci
Test me, I'm a all natural born winner
We could eat Filet Mignon or shrimps for dinner
Then enter my palace, rubbin' skin with baby oil
'Till both of my hands get calloused
Huh, a fly girl in my world
No need to ask, you my girl
Come on

Got somethin' that you need to know
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Way too fly, can't let you go
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Girl, you the flyest, let me inside it
Don't deny it, come on and ride it, baby, just try it
'Cause I think I wanna make you my girlfriend

You're so captivatin', just this time I pull on my cape
And B cap to save 'em
Your flava, so distinct
I used to react fast, now, I'm so slow to think
Pink diamonds I lace you wit', yellow diamond wit' bracelet
Caribbean vacations, it's just so satisfyin'
I ain't touch ground, ever since I met you I been flyin'

Three quarters of the globe, 4 karats each lobe
Outlined in that white gold
Your frame so uniqe, my game's at the peak
Ma, can't you see? Hell, I'm playin' for keeps
Come on

Got somethin' that you need to know
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Way too fly, can't let you go
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Girl, you the flyest, let me inside it
Don't deny it, come on and ride it, baby, just try it
'Cause I think I wanna make you my girlfriend

I just wanna talk wit' ya, walk wit' ya
Forget everything Ma, I'm tryna get lost wit' ya
In a mind state, where time don't take place
At the San Pedro cliffs, different wines we taste
Toastin' to success of our relationship
Through the ups and downs I'll embrace you wit'
Nothin' but the love from the deep depths of my heart
Give you hugs in the dark, I'm a thug from the start

Hell, but it's been nothin' but heaven
It's like rollin' the dice and hittin' straight seven
Call the reverend's and get your bridesmate
I can't wait to tie the knot Ma, I just can't wait
Come on

Got somethin' that you need to know
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Way too fly, can't let you go
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Girl, you the flyest, let me inside it
Don't deny it, come on and ride it, baby, just try it
'Cause I think I wanna make you my girlfriend

Jazze Phin-zel, Washingtin-zel, huh
In the flesh with Black, uh
Real big, Mama, woo!
You see us
Coladas Mama, yeah, like that, uh huh
Whoo! Palm trees and fiends, your neck can bling
Yeah baby, can't happen to you
It can happen to you
Hey! Watch me pour Cristal on these gaiters
And they gonna swim again

Got somethin' that you need to know
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Way too fly, can't let you go
I think I wanna make you my girlfriend
Girl, you the flyest, let me inside it
Don't deny it, come on and ride it, baby, just try it
'Cause I think I wanna make you my girlfriend

Ladies and gentlemen, you have just been warned
Woo! That we lookin' for the girlfriend
Oh, for the girlfriend
Hey, this is for the fire
This is for the
This is for the time
This is for the pimp
Strictly for the pimp

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Tip - Things U Do - Lyrics - Q

Title: Tip - Things U Do
Artist: Q
Composer(s): Kamaal Fareed, James Yancey

Lyric:
Let's talk about these things we see walking across the land
Let's talk about these joints I got, every body get down
Let's talk about these things we see
Let's talk about these joints I got

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen
I break spells with faith in a burst of wind
Others talk but, what they talk about?
Who could walk but live what they walkabout

A calm head in the middle of wartime
People go down just so they could get more shine
Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty
Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me

Keep it soft like we killers and often gat
You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back
Abstract see it like this is the king in you
Allies living one more if I'm fuckin' too

Dogs don't eat it up increase they feedin' time
I'll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine
Let's stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle
Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don't fall apart

Look around you tell me who else is shining girl
Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl
That's just the magnetism that a Queens fella has
Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass

But watch I'ma drop to a bronco
See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo!
And just know that your man too can get that
And just though that I don't really wet that

And just know that this nigga here flips tracks
Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat
The illest regiment is what I represent
Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas went

Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend
I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end
We raise the roof up and tear the fuck up off
Bucking hard like the coast guard, who's soft?

Just talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do

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