So Many Wayz - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: So Many Wayz
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Jr Archie, David Blake

Lyric:
One, one and a half
Two, two and a half
Three, three and a half
Uh, yeah

I'm like fries in a skillet, much too hot to hold
I'm strong and I'm handsome and black plus I'm bold
A mental case, sometimes stressin' but then I flip
Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip

And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case
Yet creep show suckas keep tryin' to submerge mine
But I can hold my breath for a long time

I emerge with treasures and coins a thick sack
And your life ain't mine to take now kick back
'Cause if it don't make dollars sucka you know the poem
'Cause either you pimpin' this game or you just ho in

Now get up outta mine, nigga I'm the bomb
Droppin' heat on your homeboys and spreadin' like napalm
'Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
And I got more styles than a hotel's got towels 'cause I kicks it in

So many wayz
(Uh huh and we can flip it in)
So many wayz
('Cause we can rock a party)
So many wayz
(Got bomb for everybody)
So many wayz
(Now baby can you feel it in)

So many wayz
('Cause you know we can deal it in)
So many wayz
(And I can make your body numb in)
So many wayz
('Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)
So many wayz
(Ah hah, ah hah)

I'm chillin', mackin', stackin' up these ends
I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends
I bust a trick, make her bounce like a low-low
While I'm twisted off that bud countin' money at the mo-mo

No flow so, ain't no need to tell the po-po
Believe me bra' all the snitches get the fo-fo
Now here we come again with a brand new twist
On guard I rock the party like this

With so many ways to get paid, I hustle for days
The tenth of the month I get my government aid
And the used to be crooks, I'm puttin' money on they books
Cause Satan got busy and many souls got took

We shook up the world
I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter
You don't have to be no baller to kick it with me
See, I stay real G, D forever feedin' all you punk hoes misery

So many wayz
(I can get busy)
So many wayz
(I gots to get the scrilly)
So many wayz
(We can have a Mardi-gras)
So many wayz
('Cause I can rock the party y'all)

So many wayz
(Tell me can ya feel it in)
So many wayz
(I gots to make the dividends)
So many wayz
(You know I keep it real in)
So many wayz

I was known for triple M shots and straight plottin'
But hitten 'em hoes had me wastin' up a knot
And all these figaros crow waitin' to get hot
Now it's cool you got your spot without that funky cock

And that dramatic experience, you and him went through
Ain't got nothin' to do with the K so keep cool little girl
This ain't no Hollywood play, girls who wear reps
And play them sucka games you play

Catch the red line metro rail, blaze a trail
I can feel you ain't real and I can tell
From meetin' different people figures to throats
Scandalous to the rich goodhearted to the broke

And these young and old folk they like to hear good music
If it's weak lose it but if it's bumpin' choose it
But don't abuse it and try to take it to the brain
If you do you'll be caught up in a strain
And be hangin' on my thang in

So many ways
(Now watch me put it down in)
So many ways
(You know I like to get my clown in)
So many ways
(We can flip the sound in)
So many ways
(K and d got it humpin' in)

So many ways
(You know you wanna bump it in)
So many ways
(We can have a Mardi-gras)
So many ways
(You know I rocks the party y'all)
So many ways

So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz

I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit
Messin' around with g-1 and the DJ Quik
Stick and move from east-west in vest like stocks
I went from pushin' Nikes to pushin' drops

Fuck around and go platinum quick, messin' with Quik
Nigga got hits like Swizz so watch your trick
See me playin' avirex and the Pepe's no shirt on
Your girl sweat me and I'ma hit it if she let me

Backsides bangin' hangin' all amazed
She get this dick in so many ways
Blow her back out then I mack out
Freak the keys to the lex
Or find me havin' sex in my nsx

I'm from the bx but we flex from east to west
So while you niggas coast-trippin' we'll be cashin' them checks
Peter gunz one of the most in-credible ones
G-1, Quik, we rolls thick and gets the job done in

So many wayz
('Cause I kick it in)
So many wayz
(You know that I can flip it in)
So many wayz
(And I can rock a party)
So many wayz
(I got bomb for everybody)

So many wayz
(Bring it from the Bronx in)
So many wayz
(From new York to Compton)
So many wayz
(We keep it pumpin')
So many wayz
(uh)

So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz

So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz

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Ci &Amp; Jojo - How Many Times - Lyrics - Love Always - K

Title: Ci &Amp; Jojo - How Many Times
Album: Love Always
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Jorge Corante

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Lyric:
How many times you're gonna let him use you?
You think that you would know by now
(Think that you would know by now)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
How many times will you let him break your heart?

I heard he lied to you
And I heard your love he abused
Don't say it isn't so, baby
I see it in your eyes
It's something you cannot hide

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(Baby, baby, baby, baby)
You think that you would know by now
(Ohh, ohh)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
(It's so sad, you let)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(How)

He gives you lonely nights
And he can even hear you cry, babe
And your love he always denies
(He do)
He never gonna change
He just can't accept the blame

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(How many times?)
You think that you would know by now
(Know by, know by, know by)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(How many times will you?)

Now Girl dry your eyes
(Girl dry your eyes)
And get up off your face
(And get up off your face)
Don't be afraid
(Don't be ashamed)
(Afraid)
Find someone else new
Someone who'll appreciate
And he's gonna love you baby, baby
Ohh, ohh always you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, yea

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(Yea, yea)
(Let me go home now with this)
(Oh, I feel I'm talkin' to you baby)
You'd think that you would know by now
(You don't need, you don't need to go through
(What you're going through, baby)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
(Ha ha ha, ha)
(How could you let him treat you?)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(Aaa, aa, aa, aa)

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(How many times you're gonna let him use you?)
You'd think that you would know by now
(You, you, you, you, you)
How could you let him treat you so bad
(Yea, ha ha, oh)
(Oh tell me baby)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(Yea, together)

How many times he will break your heart?
(If he think he's lonely now, he better wait until tonight)
How many times he will break your heart?
(Ohh yea, baby)
(And you know, and you know, and you know, ooo yea)
How many times?
(Ooo)
(Oh morning baby, sing)
How many times he will break your heart?
(Woo, woh, woh, woh, you know)

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Ci &Amp; Jojo - How Many Times (Will You Let Him Break Your Heart) - Lyrics - Love Always - K

Title: Ci &Amp; Jojo - How Many Times (Will You Let Him Break Your Heart)
Album: Love Always
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Jorge Corante

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Lyric:
How many times you're gonna let him use you?
You think that you would know by now
(Think that you would know by now)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
How many times will you let him break your heart?

I heard he lied to you
And I heard your love he abused
Don't say it isn't so, baby
I see it in your eyes
It's something you cannot hide

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(Baby, baby, baby, baby)
You think that you would know by now
(Ohh, ohh)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
(It's so sad, you let)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(How)

He gives you lonely nights
And he can even hear you cry, babe
And your love he always denies
(He do)
He never gonna change
He just can't accept the blame

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(How many times?)
You think that you would know by now
(Know by, know by, know by)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(How many times will you?)

Now Girl dry your eyes
(Girl dry your eyes)
And get up off your face
(And get up off your face)
Don't be afraid
(Don't be ashamed)
(Afraid)
Find someone else new
Someone who'll appreciate
And he's gonna love you baby, baby
Ohh, ohh always you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, yea

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(Yea, yea)
(Let me go home now with this)
(Oh, I feel I'm talkin' to you baby)
You'd think that you would know by now
(You don't need, you don't need to go through
(What you're going through, baby)
How could you let him treat you so bad?
(Ha ha ha, ha)
(How could you let him treat you?)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(Aaa, aa, aa, aa)

How many times you're gonna let him use you?
(How many times you're gonna let him use you?)
You'd think that you would know by now
(You, you, you, you, you)
How could you let him treat you so bad
(Yea, ha ha, oh)
(Oh tell me baby)
How many times will you let him break your heart?
(Yea, together)

How many times he will break your heart?
(If he think he's lonely now, he better wait until tonight)
How many times he will break your heart?
(Ohh yea, baby)
(And you know, and you know, and you know, ooo yea)
How many times?
(Ooo)
(Oh morning baby, sing)
How many times he will break your heart?
(Woo, woh, woh, woh, you know)

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Too Many Nights - Lyrics - Disconnection Notice - Goldfinger

Title: Too Many Nights
Album: Disconnection Notice
Artist: Goldfinger
Composer(s): John William Feldmann

Lyric:
Too many nights with too many faces
I don't know where I've been
And too many days with too many places
I don't know who I am

Drive into the lights
The streets are like rain clouds
Drippin' into the night
Wheels keep on turnin'
The sky is still burnin'
Thunderclouds start a fight
Far away from home

Too many nights with too many faces
I don't know where I've been
And too many days with too many places
I don't know who I am

Rolling like hills
The sea is my homeland
Wishin' upon a car
And miles are minutes
And days are my cities
Recordin' my life on a map
Far away from home

Too many nights with too many faces
I don't know where I've been
And too many days with too many places
I don't know who I am

And the stars make a picture
And the stars are my Heaven to see

And the stars make a picture
And the stars are my Heaven to see

Too many nights with too many faces
I don't know where I've been
Too many nights with too many faces
I don't know where I've been

And too many days with too many places
I don't know who I am
I don't know who I am
Yeah, I don't know who I am

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How Many Times - Lyrics - Based On A True Story - Lil' Mo

Title: How Many Times
Album: Based On A True Story
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving

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Lyric:
Ooh, oh, oh, yeah

Why you got to make this hard?
All the time so difficult
When I'm just trying to get you to notice me

Since I can't hold you accountable
For the feelings that I feel
I'll hold you responsible
'Cause I know that you can see

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

Requested songs on the love line
Dedicate 'em all to you
I know that DJ's probably tired of me by now

Since I can't hold you accountable
For the feelings that I feel
I'll hold you responsible
'Cause I know that you can see, baby

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

Baby, can't you see I love you
Everyday I try to show you, oh, yeah, oh
Baby, don't you walk away from me
'Cause I could be your everything
All of me, all love has to bring

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

How many times?
How many times?
Yeah, oh, yeah

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Part Deux - Lyrics - Jealous One's Envy - Fat Joe

Title: Part Deux
Album: Jealous One's Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Cartagena, Barry White, Domingo Padilla

Lyric:
How many emcees must get dissed?
How many motherfuckin' mics I got to rip? 'Til you
Are considerate, illegitimate, rap motherfuckers
Stop talkin' your shit, yeah

Fat Joe, Jealous One's Envy
Steppin' to the jam niggaz actin' all friendly
Smilin' in my face and all the whiles they wanna
Take my fuckin' place, them back-stabbers, them back-stabbers

I got some shit for your whole damn crew
How the fuck you gon' face a Mac-11 with a twenty-two?
And then deliver, I'll shake your shiver
And shatter your bones, the modern day Al Capone

Step into my zone and get blown
He who claims to wear the crown'll get the throne, check it
There's many emcees in this world of rap
But not too many emcees can fuck with Joey Crack

In fact, yo, I be the realest you know
With the illest of flows, bustin' caps at po-po's

You gotta flow Joe, all these niggaz know the time
When I come through, I shine with these genuine rhymes
Let 'em know Joe, what you mean they don't know?
I'm representin' right now like I represented befo'

You gotta flow Joe, all these niggaz know the time
When I come through, I shine with these genuine rhymes
Let 'em know Joe, what you mean they don't know?
What you mean they don't know? What you mean they don't know?

Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe was never rappin'
He was always gettin' loot off the crack and
Fuckin' with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state
The very sight'll make the average man defecate

Livin' the life of stock, bonds and cars, word bond
When I be gone I'll be worshiped like Nicky Barnes
It's on, you don't want no confrontation
Killer communication, I suffer from multiple lacerations

Take a look at Joey Gambino
Spilled your chips in the casinos while feastin' on shrimp scallapino
Niggaz don't want it, word to mother
I be that catchin' body else that'll leave that ass six feet under

Rappers wonder, where I been since The Real
I been plannin' my strategy for the next kill
Ninety-five for the real live
Only the strong survive, that's why I pack a four-five

We got, all these actors playin' characters and killers
Wanna be hammer cockers, but, shit is realer than they think
Fuck around and get them clothes rentin'
Many believe Fat Joe will be the cause of Armageddon

You gotta flow Joe, all these niggaz know the time
When I come through, I shine with these genuine rhymes
Let 'em know Joe, what you mean they don't know?
I'm representin' right now like I represented befo'

You gotta flow Joe, all these niggaz know the time
When I come through, I shine with these genuine rhymes
Let 'em know Joe, what you mean they don't know?
What you mean they don't know? What you mean they don't know?

You gotta flow Joe, all these niggaz know the time
When I come through, I shine with these genuine rhymes
Let 'em know Joe, what you mean they don't know?
I'm representin' right now like I represented befo'

You gotta flow Joe, all these niggaz know the time
When I come through, I shine with these genuine rhymes
Let 'em know Joe, what you mean they don't know?
What you mean they don't know? What you mean they don't know?

You gotta flow Joe

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How Many Times? - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: How Many Times?
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya feel better now I didn't let ya pass
How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife
Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about
Why don't you wait till he sleeps, and take him out?
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour

Must be an accident, I hope nobody died
Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side
The gawkers roll by and creep slow
Hopin' they can see a mangled body show
Some park, and stand there and watch it all
With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare and just look
I remember one time I was pulled over
Handcuffed, the cop was like, shows over
People watching, hoping that he shoots me
I just wanted to choke their fuckin' heads

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I wait in a line
It's three thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine
I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute
Why am I here? To pay a fuckin' parking ticket
The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit
I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket

How many times will a crack head smoke crack
And ask me for some money 'cuz he wants crack
Give him money, again, he's coming back
Walk away, and here's another, Gimmie Crack
How many time will a kid give a dirty look
A little punk ass bitch tryin' to be a crook
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores
When you were just a nut stain in your mama's drawers

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will you steal my car stereo,
It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat,
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek
How many times did I walk in, and just sit,
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit
Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait
Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?

Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter
And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip
How many times will a judge decide my fate
Who is he? A bitch nothin' great
He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife
Plays with his balls and judges my life

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

{Dawg, I peels cats all day long, mutha fucka
The call me the big wheeler cat peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'?
I run this whole mutha fucka
The whole block, dawg
They call me the king, the big king, king killer big wheeler cat peeler Yeah That's what they call me around this mutha fucka
I run this bitch
I got this bitch locked down I'm a big gang banga, man
I'm a gang banga mutha fucka
See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin'
Out in this neighborhood
But they don't know about me and my clik, dawg
And if you all wanna be down
Shit, we can sit down and talk
Ya know what I'm sayin'}

{Bobby, get your ass here right now and finish your homework
Here I come, aw dawg I gotta go man
But look, meet me here tomorrow after school
Oh wait I got year book awright meet me here
Around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg awright guys peace
I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude
Yeah, me too 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers}

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Many Know - Lyrics - Mcgruff

Title: Many Know
Artist: Mcgruff
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Tony Dofat, Herbert Brown

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Lyric:
Come on, hit 'em phat, what?
Come on, just like that yo yo

I sip on X-O, collect dough, leave your whole block wetto
Bust out my glock gecko, got you petro hold your heart and don't let go
Meet your doom as soon as that heat go boom, gun slinga
Rely only on one finger, the one that's itchie your son hit me
I want my gun wit me they got Harlem world like gun city

Y'all know who dumb gritty, y'all know who come wit the glicky
For fun strictly, front you'll get stung quickly
Pistol whipped up you know what's next if you get up
I did it in what mapped the join an' hid in the cut
An' after that black slid wit yo slut an nigga what

Many niggas know that we be fly
Harlem world baby do or die
Swimmin' in tha chocha we be high
Niggas can't see us so why try?

Yo aiyo Gruff hot, CD sell like drug spot
Mouth weedy smell, eyes blood shot
Buc pop look at feds takin' mug shots
Real niggas move swift na ta duck cops

You know how we go, play tha lelo in Montego Bay
Puff dro head all day moet all day, sweat all day
Ain't nothin' changed still got my ghetto ways
I'ma be gruff even when I'm dead or gray
Do my thing in hip-hop get this bread off yay

Keep my wolves wit me might have ta let off spray
So niggas better watch what you said or say or pass away
So called bad niggas won't last a day wit gruff baby
AKA cashius clay mister legal check my record
In the three two BCT who dat he be me

Many niggas know that we be fly
Harlem world baby do or die
Swimmin' in tha chocha we be high
Niggas can't see us so why try?

Yeah yo release hatred, release favorite
Picture Gruff walk da streets naked
My dessert eagle be diesel niggas fiebel
Yo, money when you get some evil
I live illegal bust hot ones get rid of people

Cats don't learn frontin' and there gat don't burn
You talkin' myth stylin' wit a big fo fifth
Son yo, soft and never did your gun go off
Keep it real for all my guns up north
Gruff Lenox, Harlem world 139 fuckin' Lenox

Buck relentless till they put me up in bentess
Funeral home squeeze put two in your dome
Ever since I was young, I was influenced wit chrome
Now I smoke haze, reminisce of broke days

Sippin' on that old lemon twist and Roseay's
Get publishin' screw when the coke raise
Use to ball keys, now I collect raw tee's, what nigga?

Many niggas know that we be fly
Harlem world baby do or die
Swimmin' in tha chocha we be high
Niggas can't see us so why try?

Many niggas know that we be fly
Harlem world baby do or die
Swimmin' in tha chocha we be high
Niggas can't see us so why try?

Many niggas know that we be fly
Harlem world baby do or die
Swimmin' in tha chocha we be high
Niggas can't see us so why try?

Many niggas know that we be fly
Harlem world baby do or die
Swimmin' in tha chocha we be high
Niggas can't see us so why try?

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Will They Die For You - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die For You
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back

Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch, all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous

Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E

Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out

I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own
When the pain is gone, like a splinter you enter

So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
...

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Sooo Much Style - Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

Title: Sooo Much Style
Artist: Tha Dogg Pound
Composer(s): Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown

Lyric:
Have you ever seen sooo much style?
We 'bout to do it a little somethin' like this
'Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck all you motherfuckers and umm, for some strange reason
Niggaz like to duplicate, transformin' ass side bustas, Daz

Come get at me, and play get back
The plots, concoct thoughts on DAT, can you counteract?
I'm openin' my eyes, and my thought's a blink
But yet and still there's no ideal what these thoughts contain

All alone like no else around in the area
Runnin' shit from here to Siberia
Now is this a jack? Nigga yes it is
'Cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez

And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper
Tryin' to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta
That, automatic straps that's supposed to
Be hittin' new clothes and expose

Knows, not, who to step to
This fool select to get his whole jock connect too
I select too so motherfucker bow down
Niggaz swear the Pound got so much style

Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles

Now have you ever seen me? Seen meaning saw
Niggaz running up in me murdering 'em all
My composure, stays above sixty degrees before
I enter in a circle and start maraudin' MC's

The hysteria starts, multiplied two times
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run wild style
They can't match, in the back of my vocab batch
If you come in and take the stash nigga I'll start from scratch

So enter in my zone, I refuse to be dethroned
I got a microphone I had to kill and murder to own
From the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes
Emotionless shit registers in my mind when I get high

The darkest secrets, keep it untold
When it's revealed the Amityville mirage will unfold
Take flight, I ignite like C dash 4
With Daz I blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war

My creations, mental invasions
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so much style

Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles

Now let me take a second, for Dat Nigga Daz
To amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone
Fuck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone
How can you see me when I'm already high and blown?

To the fullest, Kurupt pull the MC's card
Now the Pound is blessed, like dove
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid

Every single day our shit is gettin' played
So conclusively is the conclusion
The art of illusion
Niggaz step in the midst of confusion

How can you see what can't be viewed?
DPG has the ability to end a whole feud
So forget it, you're feelin' lyrically energetic
So I sentence you to death by use of poetics

That's my realm, so don't even try to explore it
Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it

Niggaz don't realize what's with the Pound?
Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin'
No suggestions needed when my Mac-90 start dumpin'

Let me explain niggaz don't know what time it is
I ain't even tryin' to make friends
Fuck the bullshit the idiotic type bullshit
That you be stressin', let me get to the lesson

Peep me out, now you know
Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes
Ninety-five we survive everyday
And what they say, we got styles

Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles

Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles

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A Different Party - Lyrics - Jordan Knight

Title: A Different Party
Artist: Jordan Knight
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, John C Phillips, David Riordan, Jordan Knight, James Samuel Iii Harris, Robin A Thicke, Jerry Anthony J Corbetta

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Lyric:
Oh yeah, alright, yeah

I don't know the way that you want this to go
Baby, I'm so sick and tired of playin' your games
If you say the word, I'll be there, soon as it's heard
Maybe I'm wasting my time working on you

I'll do my best to show you that I'm the one to hold you
Sometimes you make me lose my mind

We can all go to a different party
Dancin' in the streets with some girls from Maui
We can all rock at the Deja Vu and you know how we do it

I just want you to start shaking your body
Times are gonna change, girl you know I'm naughty
I know you'll go, I'll go, so go with so many lovers so many offers
To be all over you ain't part of me

You won't believe all of the tricks up my sleeve
Baby you so hypnotize me with your eyes
I'm in control, long enough to let you know
I'm getting old, wasting my time waiting on you

I'll do my best to show you, that I'm the one to hold you
Sometimes you make me lose my mind

We can all go to a different party
Dancin' in the streets with some girls from Maui
We can all rock at the Deja Vu and you know how we do it

I just want you to start shaking your body
Times are gonna change, girl you know I'm naughty
I know you'll go, I'll go, so go with so many lovers so many offers
To be all over you ain't part of me

It's a different party party, girl shake your body body
It's a different party party 'cause you know I'm naughty naughty
It's a different party party so shake your body body
It's a different party party that's how we do it
Jimmy jam

Gonna get you in the grove, girl gotta get you in the mood
Up down, up down, gotta get up, get up, get down
Gonna get you in the grove, girl gotta get you in the mood
Up down, up down, spinnin' around and around til we hit the ground

We can all go to a different party
Dancin' in the street with some girls from Maui
We can all rock at the Deja Vu and you know how we do it

I just want you to start shaking your body
Dancin' on the street, girl you know I'm naughty
I know you'll go, I'll go, so low with so many lovers so many offers
To be all over you ain't part of me

We can all go to a different party
Dancin' in the streets with some girls from Maui
We can all rock at the Deja Vu
And we know how to do it

I just want you to start shaking your body
Dancin' on the street, girl you know I'm naughty
I know you'll go, I'll go, so low with so many lovers so many offers
To be all over you ain't part of me

It's a different party party, gotta shake your body body
It's a different party party 'cause you know I'm naughty naughty
It's a different party party so shake your body body
It's a different party party, that's how we do it, do it

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How Do You Know - Lyrics - Third Day

Title: How Do You Know
Artist: Third Day
Composer(s): Tai Anderson, David Carr, Mac Powell, Brad Avery, Mark Lee

Lyric:
I've got my doubts and I've got my questions
It's nothing new 'cause I've seen them before
And I've had my share of false revelations
And it always seems they're knockin' on my door

You said that I should see the light
But sometimes faith is blind

How do you know, how do you know
What I'm suppose to be doing?
Why do you go, why do you go on
Thinking you know my fate?

So many times I've lost my step
But never lost my way
How do you know, how do you know
When I don't know myself?

You're thinking that you've got all the answers
And you've got my situation figured out
But you're only seeing part of the picture
There's so much more that you don't know about

And here you come to speak your mind
But I'll say one more time

How do you know, how do you know
What I'm suppose to be doing?
Why do you go, why do you go on
Thinking you know my fate?

So many times I've lost my step
But never lost my way
How do you know, how do you know?

How do you know, how do you know
What I'm suppose to be doing?
Why do you go, why do you go on
Thinking you know my fate?

So many times I've lost my step
But never lost my way
How do you know, how do you know?

How do you know, how do you know
What I'm suppose to be doing?
Why do you go, why do you go on
Thinking you know my fate?

So many times I've lost my step
But never lost my way
How do you know, how do you know
How do you know, how do you know
When I don't know myself?

When I don't know myself
How do you know?

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I Don'T Know Officer - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: I Don'T Know Officer
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Williams, Jake Dutton, Christopher Lloyd, Albert Johnson, Mason Betha, Curtis James Jackson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
It's 50, it's the Unit
That means it's money, ha ha

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Nowadays niggaz snitchin' so much in the street
That you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout poppin' the heat
I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the street
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand

Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get me some cash
Keep the hip hop police off my ass

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of Bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin' all I know who givin'
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve fo' gettin' yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin' in the penitentuary

All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When the album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's shit hangin'
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nothin'

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

I don't know nothin' 'bout jumpin' out splittin' homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who would want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin' to talk to or hear from or see those people

And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin' to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female phone
But you really startin' to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin' to get our email on

Nah nigga, I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Nah nigga, I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin' out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin' on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused

I wasn't even in New York, I was just on the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise
Oops, my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, ooze all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin' no sleep

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for every time I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin' buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music

Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why these Harlem CB4 niggaz just keep comin' at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

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Z - 22 Two'S - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - 22 Two'S
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Yo whassup everybody? This is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good time
(Yo, start the show, start the show)
Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again

Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Well I'm gone, check this out

Too much West Coast dick-lickin' and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin' your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady

Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances
No question, Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too

To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together
'Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines 'cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, what the fuck?
That's 22 two's for y'all motherfuckers out there, you know what I mean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Well I'm gone yo, yo, yo

Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on you
Whole groove like hold-up, swallow up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen

Adminster pain, next the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, look at him, still sleepin'
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga you broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track
Now this is comin' on your new album
On Roc-A-Fella Records in ninety-six
No doubt no doubt, well, it is definitely the bomb
But you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know

You've been havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100 percent
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you
You can come back anytime, thanks a lot

{Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Ace, turn that music down, I smell some reefer, now you see?
That's why, our people don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly
(Hey shut the fuck up)}

{Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the F up?
Who told me to shut the F up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got the}

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If You Know - Lyrics - The Lox

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Naughty Girl - Lyrics - Footprints - Holly Valance

Title: Naughty Girl
Album: Footprints
Artist: Holly Valance
Composer(s): Cozi Costi, Brio Taliaferro, Debbie Ffrench, Grant Black

Lyric:
It's after 12 can't face the day yet
Reminds me how hard it can be to forget
I said things I didn't mean
You saw things you shouldn't have seen

Been a naughty girl
Real bad so and so
Done too many things a girl shouldn't know

I swear, I never knew
I could hurt you so
One too many things a girl shouldn't know

Can't take the sadness from your eyes
Can't put the truth back in my lies, oh
Don't make me try and explain
Let's just start over again

Been a naughty girl
Real bad so and so
Done too many things a girl shouldn't know

I swear, I never knew
I could hurt you so
One too many things a girl shouldn't know

The more you try to stay
The more I let you go
From one too many things a girl shouldn't know

I swear, I never knew
I could hurt you so
One too many things a girl shouldn't know

Won't stop and try to turn the clock back
I won't beg, I'm no good at that
Too late to start and act like a saint
Can't be something that I ain't

Been a naughty girl
Real bad so and so
Done too many things a girl shouldn't know

I swear, I never knew
I could hurt you so
One too many things a girl shouldn't know

The more you try to stay
The more I let you go
From one too many things a girl shouldn't know

I swear, I never knew
I could hurt you so
One too many things a girl shouldn't know

Been a naughty girl
Been a naughty girl

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How Many Wanna - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: How Many Wanna
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, R Mays

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc., nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo, yo

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

Never gon' see shit without the Lord, they say
What's a nigga to do but kneel down and pray
Lord, forgive me
They're lookin' down on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit

Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes then click
Once I'm dead maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me

Niggas hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit, niggas hitting at Ja don?t even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went black and red over night
You're all welcome
Niggas know you wanna live my life

May God help ?em
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
Bitches and ice got me lovin' hell?s paradise
You feelin' me?

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

My life is caught up in some other shit
But I do deal with it
If it floods your heart, live it
Nigga don't die wit it

Just 'cause my soul?s trippin' outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
It?s gotta be the drug role, give me leave-way
Cock it back and undload murderers don't fold
Any actions need to be shown?

There we go, lots of holes
Always rap upon my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes

We that heat, can't be froze
We that burnin' that leaves you cold
We them guns you can't unload
We that platinum, not that gold

We them niggas you just can?t touch
We them niggas that?s just too much
Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

Evidently these niggas wanna out my life
If you had your way I would be dead on sight
But I shed my pain so now is my love is life
Niggas hatin' on Ja and shit ain't even half as tight

Hey, you feeling me?
Niggas don?t wanna get to close, I?m cut throat
Throw em away like bad coke
You ain't know?

Ja Rule's a killa nigga
Ain?t the one to be fucked with
Fuck around, get dealt with
Cock and slide, pull the clip
Nigga ya fearin' this

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

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