Last Cal - Lyrics - A Little Ain't Enough - David Lee Roth

Title: Last Cal
Album: A Little Ain't Enough
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): David Lee Roth

Lyric:
Aw, right

Long shot lover was a real bun buster
Talkin' lethal fantasy
'Cause the next best thing was nothin' much
And the next best thing was me

Well, workin' on approval
So I got her on the rocks and I put her on the tip of my tongue
I said, "Don't get smart with an angel, babe
You ain't the girl next door an' we ain't done"

Wow, it's simple fantasy

Last call an' I don't need no drink
This is last call, could be later than you think, wicked
Last call, before they hit the lights
This is last call but that don't mean goodnight

I'm a real good loser 'cause I get a lot of practice
With the breaks, when I'm beatin' my boys
"Now what's the only thing to do in this town?"
An' she gives me a multiple choice

It's like Peter Pan an' Tinkerbell
Poised on the perverbial brink
I asked her, "How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?"
She said, "For starters you could buy me a drink"

Gotta stoop to conquer me

Last call an' I don't need no drink
This is last call, could be later than you think
Last call, wow, before they hit the lights
Last call but that don't mean goodnight

I'm a real good loser 'cause I get a lot of practice
With the breaks, when they're beatin' the boys
So I asked her, "What's the only thing to do in this town?"
An' she gives me a multiple choice

It's like Peter Pan an' Tinkerbell
Poised on the perverbial brink
I said, "How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?"
She said, "For starters you could buy me a drink"

It was, last call an' I don't need no drink
Last call, could be later than you think
Last call, wow, before they hit the lights
This is, last call but that don't mean goodnight

Last call
Last call
Last call
Last call

Last call
Last call
Last call

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F You Too - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: F You Too
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Paul M Cain, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean, Ken Ifill, John David Jackson, Sean D Jacobs, Jason T Phillips, Ernesto Shaw, David Styles

Lyric:
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man
Clue, I'm the first line of defense
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means
(Yeah)

I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts

If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised

They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook

Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak

If it ain't involvin' bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead

Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life

Live everyday like my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night
(Yeah)
Niggaz
Street Dreams
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

But I still pull through the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the bullets shoot by

So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own

Wit a stash box compartment for a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores and you wonder why
Ya girl's comin' home, wit a cigar sip for

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts

That's why I get followed by broads wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my money's long enough
To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya arms fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

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Last Of The Mohicans - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Last Of The Mohicans
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, R Gill, A Parker

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
'Last Of The Mohicans' man, let's go
You'll never take me alive
It's time DJ, wake 'em up
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody
Somebody very dear

I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever
'Cause everytime I shoot nothing but fo' n beta
An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella
'Cause when murder reigns you gona' need umbrellas

Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners
You hotdog niggas hide your relish
Ain't shit to tell us I keep the army
An' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me

Unless your desire leads you to touch the dream
I be in back of the back AG on the jeans
Hit the button to the left an' you can see how it leans
This thang is like an' airplane you park in the street, mean

It's so vicious call me young, all the wishes
'Cause I wished for it all, beg the Lord for forgiveness
'Cause I sin, I'ma sinner, but I win, I'ma winner
I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all niggas are sprinters

I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers
I'm lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish
Give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid
They runnin' round with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em

Makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em'
Witness Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest
Load up this ten shot, till y'all niggas the hole-est
I'ma God send- niggas better act like they know this muthafucka

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors
(Let 'em know)
Y'all clowns can't be serious, uh huh
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid- we real niggas
(Nigga)

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors, uh huh
We ain't neva scared I hope all y'all hear us
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid- we kill, killers

The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille
That raw coked up flow you can put in the scales
So when niggas start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus'
An' overdose injection of that braille, Rule

When I come thru' can't nobody move me
I'm exclusive cop some new shit every Tuesday
Excuse me- bitch, I'm one of a kind
When I die study my mind an' dupe' the design

Now I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time
Whoever said that they must'a had they nose on tha' line
I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in thismuthafuckin' rap shit
What religion you practice, a pristical baptist or catholic

I can't really say I'm religious an' to that I'ma witness
But I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the picture
40 Cal in the 7-40 I laugh at niggas
That wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches

An' get thrown wit' bricks tied to they Lebron's
The game we play is chess them niggas is pawns
You the first pieces we take off the board
Because I'ma king that's from Queens an'

Then it's the whole regime, beta' known as the team
Big shout to my nigga Preme, it ain't nothin' illegal
About keepin' ya' cash clean when you sellin'
Millions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors
(Let 'em know)
Y'all clowns can't be serious, uh huh
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid, we real niggas
(Nigga)

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors, uh huh
We ain't neva scared I hope all y'all hear us
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid we kill, killers

Yeah, you know, uh
Wha'cha'll don't know?
There's nothin' real about these niggas in this game
This is it Murder Inc nigga, you lookin' at 'em

The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game, you starin' at 'em
Ain't no need to look nowhere else, it's murder niggas
Holla, we ridin', you know, c'mon niggas
It's danger, it's danger

What up to my nigga Merc, Big Caddy
My nigga Black Child, rest in peace
To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven
My nigga Do Cannons, Do Cannons

We see you nigga, we love you nigga
Shadow I see you nigga
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor
We gon' have some fun
We gon' ride this muthafucka' out
It's murda', real talk nigga
We in the building

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That Party - Lyrics - Harry Connick, Jr.

Title: That Party
Artist: Harry Connick, Jr.
Composer(s): Harry Jr Connick, Ramsey Mc Lean

Lyric:
Went to a little get-together
With some old friends
Not much has changed
Since the last time I saw them

There's a chicken in uniform
Wooden leg and a matchstick arm
Saying, "Left my wing back on the farm
Tried the buffet"

Tiny took a turn on steel guitar
After he got a fresh feel for the bar
Lines drawn of jelly-fish caviar
Saying, "Wanna jam?"

I don't like throwing parties like that
But I love going
They said no guests so I thought of you
Hey mama, it's on

A disconcerted youth with a gun
Wants to shoot-up some fun
Saying, "I'm failing science and math
But I'm head of the class in murder one"

Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets
And advertised for run-a-ways
That only dance on holidays
When crutches cut in

Willa was disenchanted
Tossed her garter and demanded
Nothing can be recanted
If it was nothing to begin with

A magician did card tricks
For a bunch of well-heeled hicks
And held up a red six
One said, "That's a black seven"

I don't like throwing parties like that
But I love going
They said no guests so I thought of you
Hey mama, it's on

A disconcerted youth with a gun
That semi-precious son
He needs to learn if you take a life
You ain't got none

Cracked pelicans rode magnolias
Sent advice to rebel soldiers
That all ended with, "I told ya's
So then why do you ask?"

You can tell it's getting late
When Cal calls himself Kate
And peons hire potentates
Saying, "When you finish trim the hedges"

I'm making a hurried get-a-way
Down Santa Monica, out of L.A.
If you like it so much stay
There's a theme park in the mix, yeah

I don't like throwing parties like that
But I love going
They said no guests so I thought of you
Hey mama, it's on

It's on
It's on
It's on
Mama it's on

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We Go Hard - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: We Go Hard
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): R Eaton, R Knight, Earl Simmons, F Bridges, C Giles, R Williams, D Wilson

Lyric:
(Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?)
What's really good? X I'm in the buildin' man, yeah
(Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?)
It's all, good, my, nigga
That's right, you know how we do dawg, pull it
Y.O., Harlem, we back part two man
Dark Man where you at?

Let's set this shit off, start this shit right
It's goin' down tonight
Dawg off the leash, dawg walks with heat
Dawg stalks the streets, in New York to eat

How many times do I gotta come through
Layin' that thing down, puttin' holes in you
You cats get it on the double, so stay the fuck
Out of my way, you don't want no trouble

We travel double far, to bring you trouble God
We rollin' double hard, yeah nigga Double R
I don't know what you thought it was, but it's not
But I know that you caught the slugs, they was hot

Get the fuck off the block, there's no more room
For bitch niggaz dawg I'm comin' to get niggaz
Lift niggaz, out they boots, dust it
'Cause I don't just walk around with them things to bust it

We go hard
Never mind what a nigga say, we go hard
We gon' play how we wanna play, we go hard
Man we do this shit all day, we go hard
Motherfucker

We go hard
Never mind what a nigga say, we go hard
We gon' play how we wanna play, we go hard
Bitch, we do this shit all day, we go hard
Motherfucker

Yo, I leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie
Fuck the dick-suckin'-ass nigga male groupies
Diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance
I'm cookin' up coke, lookin' for clients

I got the AK, SK, 40 cal
Scope red on your head still 40 thou'
Worse than files of [Incomprehensible] turf burstin' blaow
Give the church my child, ask to nurture thou

'Cause I've seen the hearses now
But if this was Gilligan's Isle, Thirstin' Howl
Look at his kicks, they worth a thou'
Isn't it sad, do what I say and wish that you had

You Michigan crabs, you stabbed you piss in a bag
Or worse than that, zipped in a bag
Broke to fractions, a division of math
From, Hollywood, shittin' on Shaft, we go hard

Killa killa killa, killa
(Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?)
Killa
X and Killer Cam
(Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?)
Dark Man X
Once again, pull it

I just love how it's goin', Cam, X flowin'
Get at 'em dawg, I'm already knowin'
Step lightly around dawg, I might be hittin' town dawg
You really tryin' to get down dawg?

Only thing I can do with pussy is fuck it
And I would tell you to suck my dick but you might suck it
See y'all niggaz the cat type, you still a baby get your ass wiped
Must I take a nigga's last stripe?

You're a bitch, now more bitch than a bitch
Still a bitch fuckin' bitch, you been a bitch
Know how we do, run up, in a bitch
Peep the crib, run up, in it quick

Everything breathin' stops, only thing my niggaz is leavin'
Is shots, you done got a nigga hot
Let me catch you on the block, bitch-ass niggaz is cowards
Done fucked around and dropped the soap in the shower

We go hard
Never mind what a nigga say, we go hard
We gon' play how we wanna play, we go hard
Man we do this shit all day, we go hard
Motherfucker

We go hard
Never mind what a nigga say, we go hard
We gon' play how we wanna play, we go hard
Bitch, we do this shit all day, we go hard
Motherfucker

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Immortalized - Lyrics - Spice 1

Title: Immortalized
Artist: Spice 1
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Robert Lee Green Jr

Lyric:
Worldwide, immortalized
Immortalized, worldwide
Worldwide, immortalized
Worldwide, worldwide, immortalized

Worldwide, immortalized
Smokin' endo with my killaz, we ride
Heat on the side, hella drama niggas die
In crossfire, can't let 'em slide

See the rigor mortis set in his eyes
Nigga surprise, you was dumped on by some G's on the rise
It shocked yo ass when I pulled out the chrome
I was putting niggas in the tank before this rap shit came along

Immortalized, through this thug shit that niggas are spittin'
A chocolate philly, a bag of sticky green and a game to spit
We on the mash, put a slug in niggas stoppin' my cash
Mothafuckas, wanna see me six feet in the grave

Thinking, I won't last
But I'm a soldier, I told you bitches, know what to fuck
The only way I'm fallin', is slippin' on one of you nigga's blood
I'm in this shit for life and when my casket drop
Then, my thug presence be immortalized, like Biggie and Pac
Hear my shit thump in nigga's trunks for blocks and blocks
Immortal thug, shit'll never stop, immortalized

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

One thug to the niggas, like eazy soldiers who put a dent in the game
It ain't the same, candy coated niggas claiming the fame
It's not that my brain, this thug shit'll drive a nigga insane
Diamond links and chains, with infra red we aim

Niggas loced up for the cash, when the real G's came
T-t-thuggin' laced up in my veins, I can't be changed
Immortalized, like dead presidents with they faces on rocks
Ebonic sleazy is the language for the game that we chop

Green leaves, canibus satives and Krystal
Fifty G's, making niggas bleed with pistols
Put it down 'cuz it ain't no time for fuckin' around
If a nigga wants to see six figures, enough, no less we platinum bound

Remember me, the man with the fifty cal in my hand
Coming more savage than Tarzan, hear what I'm saying?
Niggas picking up on my casket but I ain't sweatin' you haters
'Cause if it wasn't for bitch ass niggas, it wouldn't be real players

Represent to the fullest, at the same time dodging bullets
This mob shit ain't easy, nigga, but somebody got to do it
Immortalized, immortalized

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

Never die just multiply, thug niggas, immortalized
Energize like them batteries, caught up in the mob life
Niggas be talking that crazy shit, when they don't know
What the fuck they sayin', making money off rap music
When you was in elementary playin'

It's all real, shoot back at niggas, shooting to kill
Well, if it's fuck my life, it's fuck yo life, go to war with steel
If you niggas ain't feeling me, fuck yo clique and yo hood
It's Bossalini straight soldier, never went Hollywood

Always riding through the streets, hitting corners with felons
In a bucket or a benzo, when we blast it ain't no tellin'
It's west side till my life expire
Mob music till the wheels fall off, mothafucker, we all ride

Put the fire to the endo, sip on the Henn
'Cause you will never see a bad guy like this one again
Put it on you niggas, with no mask on
Straight smash, if it wasn't for rappin', I'd be jackin', gettin' my blast on

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide

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Get Yours - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Get Yours
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Cates, K Jones, Estate Of Christopher ., V Carraway, C Harris

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Lyric:
Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
Chauffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back
Readin' the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin' on 'em
Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em

Play all day on the Siruis, radio
Satellite TV, who do it like me?
In designer outfits, while sellin' the tag
Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag

Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' through her stomach like a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you better buy a pass and you better have the cash
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass

Number one rule, think B.I.G.
Fifty grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Yeah, well, it's young Dash to all those who don't know
The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold
Killer screwface and he cockin' that fo'-fo'
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall

Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, till niggaz threw it up
Cruisin' up, tinted up, gotta be some star
Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car

You been with a chump pah like Ashton
Was the first one to "Punk" y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin' Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off

It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for
Family and friends be the only ones missin' boy
Sayin' that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin' for
Maybe 'cause I'm gettin mine, well, is you gettin' yours?

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Have you duckin' on the shit, wanna let the thunder spit
Get bucked, bitch, give a fuck who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin' shit

Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine
Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline

I'm already rich, use the rappin' as a pastime
Grand Hustle bitch and I done said it for the last time
Other niggaz settle down 'cause I don't bag mine
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine

You niggaz livin' check to check but I don't cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit 'cause all the cash mine
Been goin' easy on you rappers I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

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Drama Setter - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Drama Setter
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Steven L. King, Marshall Mathers, Obie Trice, Marvin Bernard

Lyric:
Mr. Yayo, you're free to go
So I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow, eh?
Yeah, ha ha, guess who's home?
Tony Yayo, yeah, Obie Trice come on
Here we go now

I'm a drama setter, grippin' my berretta
Sippin Armeretta, man, you crazy if you think I'ma let up
I told you I'm a drama setter I'll be the first to set it, homie
You can bet it, just don't get in the way
Of my cheddar, man, 'cause I'm a drama setter

I don't go looking for no trouble
But somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With your momma crying 'cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catchin up
'Cause I'm a drama setter

Told you man, I'm Riker's Island Pokemon
I got COs bringing me filet mignon
But now a nigga home lookin frail in the drop
(What up)
With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock

I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops
And got Glocks in the Lex so we ride behind cops
(Break it down now)
Broke days, we used to put water in our cereal
Now we're crossing borders just to shoot another video

It's Tony Montana on full body armor
Soning niggaz like Alfredo in The Godfather
Two shot revolver, that Dillinger shit
And the AR-15 bending your Six

We taking trips to Morocco just to tan
We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam
I was worth a hundred grams, now I'm worth a cool million
I'll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children

I'm a drama setter, grippin my berretta
Sippin Armeretta, man, you crazy if you think I'ma let up
I told you I'm a drama setter I'll be the first to set it, homie
You can bet it, just don't get in the way
Of my cheddar, man, 'cause I'm a drama setter

I don't go looking for no trouble
But somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With your momma crying 'cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catchin up
'Cause I'm a drama setter

Since Yayo is home, them A-Rs is drawn
Obie's Gorilla-Unit, fuck affiliation
We are one, it is senseless for you to prevent this
The 40 cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis

At any given instant another incident
You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperament
And we holding them Ks, that's why homie won't age
Isn't it that Tony's enraged, they thow him in cages

But now my nigga's loose, our crews is bulletproof
All brought to you from whom's pupils' baby blues
His short fuses put your portrait on the news
Nigga, them screws is loose when you fuckin with them Shady dudes

I'm a drama setter, grippin my berretta
Sippin Armeretta, man, you crazy if you think I'ma let up
I told you I'm a drama setter I'll be the first to set it, homie
You can bet it, just don't get in the way
Of my cheddar, man, 'cause I'm a drama setter

I don't go looking for no trouble
But somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With your momma crying 'cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catchin up
'Cause I'm a drama setter

I got fat while I was gone but now I'm here
And yall rappers only bust shots only in fear
Chinchillas on my back, itchy fingers on the Mac
Get scrilla off of crack, get 50's shooter back

Listen homie, don't let them niggaz amp you money
Cause I got niggaz in Queens that kill for Pamper money
Move like kaiser, Jayson Williams slaughter the driver
My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire

Reality rap, nigga check my salary cap
I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack
What you know about light planes and heavy coke
And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats

It's the rap tycoon, Tony y'all all know me
See me on MTV, I'm a parolee
I was out for twelve hours and went right back in
For three hots and one cot doing time in the pen

I'm a drama setter, grippin my berretta
Sippin Armeretta, man, you crazy if you think I'ma let up
I told you I'm a drama setter I'll be the first to set it, homie
You can bet it, just don't get in the way
Of my cheddar, man, 'cause I'm a drama setter

I don't go looking for no trouble
But somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With your momma crying 'cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catchin up
'Cause I'm a drama setter

Yeah, nigga, thank you Marshall
Ha ha, no problem, we don't stop, nah
Save the best for the last, talk of New York
Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, baby
Yeah, man

Blue Hefner, Lloyd Banks, you know
Buck Marley, Young Buck, Curtis 'Interscope' Jackson
'Shady-Aftermath' Mathers, ooh
Olivia, O. Trice, Stat Quo

We gonna keep getting this money
Y'all rappers gonna keep hatin
Fuck y'all, y'all want problems?
I'm built for this shit, Shady-Aftermath, G-Unit
We run this rap shit

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Dumpin’ - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Dumpin’
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ricardo Emmanu Brown Jr., Tupac Amaru Shakur, Ronald Moore, Sean Cole, Carl Thomas, Bruce Washington, Willie Shamele Mackie, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Canei Finch, Michael J. Clervoix

Lyric:
Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders

Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse

Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door

Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die

Knew that God had a plan for me but
He won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying? You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?

Walking dead angels spending last days by me
New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat
A soldier like Geronimo Pratt

And come through cocking the black pound
When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force one's with the crocodile checks
One some poster wild sex

Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life
It's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box 'cause of them grave robbing bastards
Dig ya' grave back up snatched you out the casket

Worms in my eyes eating through my cabbage
It's the flesh to the bones, the bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session
With the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive

They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's
That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, He keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement

Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
Songs are evolution if I load your gun for you will you bang it out
With some other niggas you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid

Claiming you repping Ruthless
You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you
You never used it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for execution
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this

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