Mashin' For Mine - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: Mashin' For Mine
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): John Benson Sebastian, Steve Boone, Jay King, Mark Sebastian, Denzil Foster, Thomas Derrick Mcelroy

Lyric:
Huh, feel this here, baby, I grind, got to stay on it
Know what I'm talking about, Moe on his grind
Huh, all the time, I even like to bump and grind
Feel that, huh, listen to this here huh, what

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

I'm steady, trying to hit this lick
On tip the script
Until I'm rich, put this dick off
In you bitches and you hoes

I ain't gonna let these niggas take
I'm not gonna hesitate to break
I put my chrome against your face and now it's on

Trying to get this paper on my block
I'm not gonna stop to the villain and flop
My glock stay cocked and I keep flashing shrome

One, one, two, two, two, three three three, four

Hot damn, summer in the city
Drop looking pretty, sitting on 20's
I am, Big Motorola serving the soda
Crawling through the clover

Hot damn, money in the city
Boys ain't tripping, never gave a flipping
I am, Big Casanova
Players get chosen, you know the game over

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

Say money, more whips and clothes
As I flow, y'all know true players get chose
So, I'm at it till the light turn loud
Might break my spine, long as I die trying

Should find go ahead, get thick as a gauge
With the hustle and tussle, baby, Noke D bringing pain
Huh, somebody said Noke you got some hot tracks
I said, "Yeah, we stay together we gone give it right back"

I want the roof capping save for the guts and snows
They playing you and no chips, so I could spot my foes
And let them know we throwed, check the lingo
Kids from the dingo with the neon glow

Pee on snow, 'cause we all know
Put the T on toes give me a trophy 'cause, 'It's murder she wrote'
Uh, you holding one slangers, game re-arrangers
Steady on the grind, it just changes

Disrespect the major boy you doing too much
Plus we done chopped it up and left them all screwed up
Chewed up and spit out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Without a doubt it's on, when Texas place touch the light to make it hot

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

Let me hear you say money, money, money
Let me hear you say money, money, money
Let me hear you say money, money, money

M I N E, that be M O E me
Roll thorough the game and chop and chop
Know what I'm talking 'bout, yeah ay yeah

Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Yeah ay yeah, uh, uh

M O N E Y, it's Big Moe so player fly
I like to stack my change ya know
Moe Yo, I'm gone roll, gone roll

I said money, money, money
Say money, money, money
Say money, money, money
Yeah ay yeah

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100 Rounds - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: 100 Rounds
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Sean Kelly, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Yo what's up D? Huh?
You bought that from tower records?
What?s that let me see that bag
Get the fuck off get the fuck off it
Come here man what the fuck I
Like that nigga give me that man
You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
Fuck outta here

Niggas think I can't sell five million?
Ya'll niggas is mad
Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this
For real that's for real for real
Represent flick it up all day nigga
Immobilarity
Ya'll know my work this category is raw

Aea yo slash your position
Verbal mike physician
Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen
God should vega straight up stomp that fake out
What he biting everything, biting his nuts
We slang like champions
Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons
Style it out

Throwin' four thousand out
Swimsuit mammal get high
Float flammable
Drop off in a Benz boat lampable
Rear like hittin' a deer
Playin Cuban Linx movin' in the chair, he got a ear
No question all brolic guerillas stand up
Whoever large throw a hand up, throw a grand up

Let's like multiply
Conect both sides big shit low rides galide
Everybody bump once
Yo chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice need it once
Track be yelling like a whore
Like a swelling on a sore
Or this rap Magellion on your jaw

I'm a night freak
Boating on the weekends, ten a week
Flows spray it like clinique
Rich unique bitch you weak
Contact Reek we callin' up Leek
Yo he famous like Ali feet yo Mystikal
Rap Larry Davis with a pistol and this you
You a student fuckin' with a principal

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Yo aea yo, glass tree house
Yo fiendin' like fuck in a green house
Rush and cut chain cream out blow steam out
Rare like Guccis in ears goose bears
Skied up lovin' all my Deustch years
Coat for broadway
Hundred and thirty ninthth all day
Got my chick rollin' call her Parle

20th Century Max like jail penitentiary
Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me
What, fruit flavored Nikes
Benz 2000 the hype piece
Send half my love out to white peeps
Wu-Tang emblem success make a nigga tremble
Nine of us stand nine resemble
Filling out tax reports look live up in guess shorts

Bitches got love and support
Yo leather jacket yellow
Leather hat mack it real mellow
New York state of mind crime Othello
Wild zoo of bitches burrow that's staten
Yo we actin' wud up we do that crack thing captain
Still camaflouge jackets mad rackets
Out yo we cap shit picture that nigga mashin'

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Yo aea yo, blowin' more reason
For a season wud up shortie jaw season
Baltimore hall bleeding
Take money remember that don't gon' be my son
Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy
Gain you out patriot
Portion of my love mad shit
Now we with things the long gray shit

Luke bitches in Barook
Cute big fat bitches with Luke
Lex you need boots that switches
Flights over Iraq ironing my hat out and 'lax
Connecting with diplomat cats
Harlem hustle connect Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin' well ice drool off my dick
Abe Lincoln President suites lay eventually

Pinch me I bought head from Monica Lewinsky
Arrest that hoodlum strong arm that the white gooden
Faggot nigga frontin' knew he wouldn't
Flexible impact rhymin' professional
We staked out eatin' all side vegetables
Prosperity rhymes lines
Casians and Asians
Let's blaze niggas with the shine

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Yeah word up that's right
Y'all be loving my shit
Yeah all the real niggas stand up
Hey yo hey yo let me speak let me speak
Yo, this a new year right here
It's the two with the three zeros, here me?
It's gonna get technical for real

Let's play the game right
It's just a friendly game of baseball
Feel me hey yo Santana, yo
Bring that suitcase in here kid
Let's count that, where it came from?
Where it came from?
Rollin' like ten at a time
Action packed thriller is this

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Day 2 Day Grindin' - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Day 2 Day Grindin'
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Anthony Sears, Mike Jones, Jamari Shelvin

Lyric:
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

I got dem platinum shinin', all the time'n
Screens fallin', 5th wheel reclinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
I'm Mike Jones
(Mike Jones)
I stack change and grip grain
Switch lane-to-lane in the rover ranger

Until I die, I'ma hunt for change
I had to get up and off my ass
Depend on self to stack my cash
I'm first in the game, I'm never last
Until I pass, I'ma make the cash
Me, Chamille, and Magno
Grind hard everyday for the cash flow
I pull up in the jag slow, it's M.O.B. until I go

I hit the catch on princess cut
I leave sluts and make 'em fuckin' suck
'Cuz Mike Jones don't give a fuck
'Cuz Mike Jones don't give a fuck
I grind for mine, that's why I shine
I hog the lights 'cuz I work for mine
I grill shine like pine on pine
I'm ballin' now, so wait in line

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day, grindin', I knocked off'd 5 gators
All chrome, my money run long like Clyde Davis
So you know how my wheels sit like my Benz topless
So like the game of dominoes, I dropped the big 6
In a drop wit' big chicks, the guts is plushed off
Makin' girls rush off 'cuz we throwin' buck soft
Now my green stackin'
You'll never say my team's second

If it's beef, we got lose cannons like Gene Hackman
He jus' fine, it's Magno, the streets is mine
I'm in that 740-I, backseats reclined
With the curtains in the back, girls twerkin' on the sack
Niggas fightin' for front seat, the 18s turn 'em and they back
The game need me like Glady's need the pimps
My wallet's like a python, it always keep a grip
Before, I ain' had a dime, all I had was time
But since I got grind, now I got shine, steady grindin'

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Hey, has anybody else seen this cat?
Leanin' back in a greenish 'llac
With throwback and a phoenix cap
Rag top with the screens attached
It don't take a true genius act
Like you don't know that the king is back
It's Koopa, I pop my trunk
And flash lights while you lead it back

I used to wave at a broad
"Who he wavin' at? Ain't me?"
Now I wave my sleeve in the breeze
And mother nature gets brain freeze
Change the TV. and you see, the tool man on my channel
Help me figure how to dismantle, all this wood in my dope panel
Nano-nano we grindin', we outta this world
Say no, I'll put my foot up your anus and kick you outta this world

No colleges girl, the lizard man got edu-ma-cation
And Benjamin chasin' now they sick like no medicine's taken
You betta go ask G-Dash or Michael Watts
Who's stackin' stocks or flashin' rocks
Hardest thing got after 'Pac
I should try to be an astronaut
Girls wanna gimme ass and I got plenty of, "Not's"
From mashin' the spots, mom and pops, the package in drops

I'm tellin' ya pops, we grindin' like there ain' no tomorrow
If I go broke, this whole, "Hey Travis, can I borrow a dollar?"
A balla, a scholar who's switchin' class on top of the rank
My name gon' go where Wells Fargo go on top of the bank
If niggas that shine was in joke, in this game they be callin' me
The Chamillion Era, mixed the king of comedy
You wouldn't believe me ballin' if you never did see it
Till me, Mike and Mag pull up in a me no speak English
And that's a foreign baby

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

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Day 2 Day Grindin' - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Day 2 Day Grindin'
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Anthony Sears, Mike Jones, Jamari Shelvin

Lyric:
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

I got dem platinum shinin', all the time'n
Screens fallin', 5th wheel reclinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
I'm Mike Jones
(Mike Jones)
I stack change and grip grain
Switch lane-to-lane in the rover ranger

Until I die, I'ma hunt for change
I had to get up and off my ass
Depend on self to stack my cash
I'm first in the game, I'm never last
Until I pass, I'ma make the cash
Me, Chamille, and Magno
Grind hard everyday for the cash flow
I pull up in the jag slow, it's M.O.B. until I go

I hit the catch on princess cut
I leave sluts and make 'em fuckin' suck
'Cuz Mike Jones don't give a fuck
'Cuz Mike Jones don't give a fuck
I grind for mine, that's why I shine
I hog the lights 'cuz I work for mine
I grill shine like pine on pine
I'm ballin' now, so wait in line

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day, grindin', I knocked off'd 5 gators
All chrome, my money run long like Clyde Davis
So you know how my wheels sit like my Benz topless
So like the game of dominoes, I dropped the big 6
In a drop wit' big chicks, the guts is plushed off
Makin' girls rush off 'cuz we throwin' buck soft
Now my green stackin'
You'll never say my team's second

If it's beef, we got lose cannons like Gene Hackman
He jus' fine, it's Magno, the streets is mine
I'm in that 740-I, backseats reclined
With the curtains in the back, girls twerkin' on the sack
Niggas fightin' for front seat, the 18s turn 'em and they back
The game need me like Glady's need the pimps
My wallet's like a python, it always keep a grip
Before, I ain' had a dime, all I had was time
But since I got grind, now I got shine, steady grindin'

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Hey, has anybody else seen this cat?
Leanin' back in a greenish 'llac
With throwback and a phoenix cap
Rag top with the screens attached
It don't take a true genius act
Like you don't know that the king is back
It's Koopa, I pop my trunk
And flash lights while you lead it back

I used to wave at a broad
"Who he wavin' at? Ain't me?"
Now I wave my sleeve in the breeze
And mother nature gets brain freeze
Change the TV. and you see, the tool man on my channel
Help me figure how to dismantle, all this wood in my dope panel
Nano-nano we grindin', we outta this world
Say no, I'll put my foot up your anus and kick you outta this world

No colleges girl, the lizard man got edu-ma-cation
And Benjamin chasin' now they sick like no medicine's taken
You betta go ask G-Dash or Michael Watts
Who's stackin' stocks or flashin' rocks
Hardest thing got after 'Pac
I should try to be an astronaut
Girls wanna gimme ass and I got plenty of, "Not's"
From mashin' the spots, mom and pops, the package in drops

I'm tellin' ya pops, we grindin' like there ain' no tomorrow
If I go broke, this whole, "Hey Travis, can I borrow a dollar?"
A balla, a scholar who's switchin' class on top of the rank
My name gon' go where Wells Fargo go on top of the bank
If niggas that shine was in joke, in this game they be callin' me
The Chamillion Era, mixed the king of comedy
You wouldn't believe me ballin' if you never did see it
Till me, Mike and Mag pull up in a me no speak English
And that's a foreign baby

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

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Flowers - Lyrics - Bulletproof Wallets - Ghostface Killah

Title: Flowers
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): J Cummings, R Diggs, C Smith, C Woods, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Yeah, yeah, y'know, tranquilise, tranqulise
Yeah, yeah, yo, Ghostface
(C'mon)
Raekwon, Meth

See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
All niggas eatin'
(Woah)

Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design
My niggas might find ya

Layin' in the tropics, big dick shit on park
They way his Clarks look, niggas on top it
Movin' out, colored Durangos switch to me, broke
That's how I picture rich niggas with the same coats
All rich niggas with the same coke

You can catch us cruisin' all on a ship
Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, callin' a bitch
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate)
Wu shit, my whole click
(Ultimate, ultimate)

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
Baby girl, threw a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'?
Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the latest fashion
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and Latins

All N Together, together for worship better
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out

All magazine's lit, the fly life we live
The lingo is to let y'all niggas know
High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder everything that Wu wanted sent

I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
(You betta)
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
(Come on, come on)

And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, after they plug you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a rock
[Unverified] be beamed up behind the stove
Askin' how Maria pop Leah
Cursed out Leah, burst out a purse with the Gods you jeer

From Star's Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya
Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
When yo' head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter

Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the preacher
I get skeet in the bleachers

And your girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a biter
(Well, yeah)
I still catch her for a piece

He's as good as the rest of 'em
And as bad as the worst
So don't hate me
You'd better move over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, fuckin' idiots

Yo, uh, uh, wallets motherfuckers
That's right, all my shit is bulletproof
Stoop for the bulletproof
(Yeah)
Yeah, Projects
(Yeah)

Bulletproof wallets
(DJ, DJ)
On yo' ass nigga, you heard?
Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance
Stadio, one-three
Word up, ya now dead

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Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley) - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley)
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Archie, El De Barge, Dion Bennett, El Debarge Nathaniel Hale, Kelton Mcdonald, 2nd Ii None Crawford Wilkierson, David Blake, Calvin Broadus, Jason Lewis

Lyric:
Ay yo G-1, I been listening to this nigga Quik album
And he ain't got no songs about the pussy
You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy
On this shit, ya feel me?
And I'm just that nigga to beat the pussy up
So uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what I'm sayin'
Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there, trip

Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'Til it's soft and mushy, I love that bushy
And most niggas still do
Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew
And we'll do damn near anything to get it
And once I got it, I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed

To give yo' little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta, I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone?
You lovin' that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan, ya whole voice tone make me wanna
Put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
Know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick, so what's up bitch?

See as long as my muthafuckin' dick get hard
And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
Like they used to hop for cars
My nigga DJ Q told me come on through
'Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
That's right down the street from Compton

I pop in the liquor store to grab some hats
A bag of ice, some blue dice and some Cognac, yeah
The pussy's good especially when it's from a whole 'nother neighborhood
How good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's rule number 3 in the Dogg Pound
Bitch drawers down!

We won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
What you say?
I said we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Uhh baby, let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber and we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh
Snoop hit it, then I hit it too
Aww yeah, little bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you
Now all ya ever do is sit around and boo hoo
Talkin' 'bout Hi-C, I love that it's you

She said, "Where ya been?", I said, "In ya mouth"
If ya lookin' for love, then take me down South
And I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle
While I insert my inner self up in ya tender vittles
A hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
And baby, better do me like I'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings and point that ass to the ceiling

'Cause I'm the dick 'em down king, 'call me on the celly
Let it ring and prepare ya lips for the ding ding
And if ya got some friends, let 'em bend on over
While I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish and you want but this dick ya gonna meet
Hit ya elbows and knees and spread ya booty cheeks
And call me Daddi with a I, girl, you're doin' everything by the book
Nate Dogg, tell 'em how she looked

Girl, ya lookin' fine so fine
I wonder if you'd like to take the time to grind
If so, why don't you leave with me today, let's play
This game I call it 'touch a secret place', let's play

See first I just grab ya from behind, ya mine
And then I just push until I find that [Incomprehensible]
Right now I know you've came a couple of times, that's fine
As long as you know I have to leave in time

You can't be, you can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
With all my niggas you will get busy, hoe
Now the first bitch, she want dick to the tonsils
My second and third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
While my money maker walking the stroll for my knot

Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young twat, if I can smell it, I'm a tell ya to get going
With a douche pack, you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back and I can tell by ya walk
It's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
On yo' love roller coaster, pull them panties aside, KK

I'ma lead it to the left and to the right
And I'ma make ya scream and holla for more
And I bet you when I'm in it, you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chivas Regal got my dick so hard
I ain't gon' make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik, give me the keys to the Benzo
So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo, ha baby

I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights

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Me And My Girlfriend - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Me And My Girlfriend
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tyrone Wrice, Ricky Rouse, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Shit, ju motherfucker right
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk ass niggaz don't
Nigga Westside, what, bring it on

Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind

Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor, Father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin'

Fuck 'em all, watch 'em fall screamin'
Automatic gunfire, exorcisin' all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united

Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
To bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the front page prime time live on TV

Nigga my girlfriend, baby, forty-five but she still alive
One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

What? I'm bustin' on you punk ass niggaz
Run nigga run, I'm on yo' ass nigga
Run nigga, duck and hide, nigga, I'm bustin' all you bitches
Run nigga, yeah, Westside, uh, uh, uh, die nigga die

My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch made she got the heart to fight
Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine

Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
Wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It's true, nothin' compares to the satisfaction
That I feel when we out mashin', me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

I was too immature to understand your ways
Inexperienced back in the days
'Caused so many arguments and strays
Now, I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya

Bein' faithful now 'cause now cheatin's lethal
We closer than the hands of time
Deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind

In time I clock figures, droppin' niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes, now it's time for war
Never leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin' witcha
Loaded by my bedside, crazy

Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
Anticipated for the moment you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest

So if you ever need me call
I'll be there through it all
You're the reason I can stand tall
Me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

I love finger fuckin' you, all of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin' or takin' numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin' for drama
While unleashin' on the old timers, that's on my mama

I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
The only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin' for
Talkin' to me, beggin' me to just take you around
Seventeen like Brandy, you just wanna be down

Talkin' loud when I tell you be quiet, you move the crowd
Bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot that's why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece

Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby, witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind, look for me

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind, look for me

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind, look for me

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend

Me and my girlfriend

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Welcome To The South - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Welcome To The South
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Daniel Andrew Johnson, Hakeem T. Seriki, Chad L. Butler

Lyric:
Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live
And go do the same thangs that we just did

Better watch your mouth
Try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get

Welcome to the South
Must you criticize everythin' we did
Then expect at us to never even trip?

We more than grills and candy paint
So be careful what you say
'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face
Better watch your mouth

Across the globe I hear the hate
The same whispers from state to state
If you didn't say it then this ain't for you
Don't worry 'bout it 'cause you can't relate

Before you by me, then you criticize me
While you beside me, let's get it straight
'Cause you remind me of the kid beside me
Same rapper that you say you hate

Wanna criticize then fine
Say the South?s got simple rhymes
Every time I travel I'm
In the backyard that act just like mine

Same grind just different times
I know things done changed a lil'
Used to show our grills and they be like, "Eww"
Nowadays all say, "That's ill?

I remember when a major label
Wouldn't even come pay a visit
Used to say they have love for us but
They was blowin' them suspect kisses

Now you watch and we see you plot
And you can't act like we ain't suspicious
Shootin' slugs, just shoot at us
But when you bust your thang it misses

I ain't even much trippin'
'Cause I'm the man where I'm residin'
So I'm decidin' where I'm residin'
So never tolerate domestic violence

I know you'd rather me just relax
And sit back in silence
But I'm the owner, not just a client
So the South is what I stay advertisin'

Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live
And go do the same thangs that we just did

Better watch your mouth
Try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get

Welcome to the South
Must you criticize everything we did
Then expect at us to never even trip?

We more than grills and candy paint
So be careful what you say
'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face
Better watch your mouth

Don't knock the swagger, don't knock the swagger
Then turn around and be a swagger-jacker
If you a man then you should be a man
Don't walk around without a Adam's apple

We was lookin' at it from a distance
But we wasn't trippin' 'cause it had to happen
Styrofoam cup and a Snapple
And you actin' like you been a fan of rappin'

If you was hatin' or participatin'
When you saw us up and never slidin' through
You and everybody else that did it
It applied to them and it applied to you

You actin' like somebody made you say it
Took your hand and then applied the glue
Turn around and gave the mic to you
And now you end up lookin' like a fool

Can't polly us, come follow us
And that's the reason I'm in the lead
The rest of y'all are some bench warmers
And gettin' mad 'cause I'm in the lead

I'm switchin' speeds, don't get fatigued
Y'all behind the line, y'all chasin' me
Y'all finna see my energy
So ya get off my back and let a playa breathe

I won't lie and act like
That I'm the one supportin' everythang
Like Southern rappers ain't never lame
Like some of these boys don't eff up the game

Most of us do our thang
And the rest of 'em leave my ears in pain
But that's him and he sure ain't me
So don't look at us like we all the same

Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live
And go do the same thangs that we just did

Better watch your mouth
Try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get

Welcome to the South
Must you criticize everything we did
Then expect at us to never even trip?

We more than grills and candy paint
So be careful what you say
'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face
Better watch your mouth

Southside candy rider, never been a socializer
Flyin' high, work grinder, knock your gal, you can't find her
She was sittin' on butter, hun'ned thousand under her ass
I was workin' the wood circle, smokin' candy, mashin' on the gas

I can't be you, I can't do you, I just do me, if you ain't
Been where I been then you can't, be who I be if you ain't
Seen what I seen and you can't, see what I see
I put the bricks in the road, there was slab on it wasn't free

Been a legend in the Douth since the year 9-3
'Pocket full of stones' menace to society
The hard in the cars, chromey fo's, not D's
Now everybody pimpin' and they all got ki?s

Please, you work for UPS
They say they smokin' dro but all I keep smellin' is cress
I roll with the best, '92, me and Screw in the Lexus
I might not be nothin' to you but I'm the s*** in that Texas

Welcome to the South

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G Building - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: G Building
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, E Murry

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Lyric:
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch, who dat?
Me bitch, who dat? The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic
'Cuz when I'm spittin' I'maI'm a split your shit, when I aim
Yo, you try to get a name but ain't provin' a thang

I'm still doin' my thang, go head, bells they still ring
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane
How you like me now? That Kool Moe P, shit, nigga, put it down
Yo, I need a silencer gat, shit too loud when that bitch start to holla

Nigga, do child, made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out, why?
'Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas, stand up
You gotta get it, 'cuz you now listen, dump off your body

'Til your whole family die fishin' the street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame, I agree fuck the fame but I got four words for ya
Don't fuck with Fame 'cuz I'm a machine gun, Kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, yap a dude ain't no escapin'

These streets I'm raised in, it's so amazin', we still blazin'
Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin', they be strippin'
Your cantelope off the pavement wit yo' wig split in half
And your chest caved in, so walk on the green, I'm a cut yo' ass down
If you walk in between, so listen up and hear me boy
I'm the American, slash, pretty boy

First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough
Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move
But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin'
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin'

I done figured it out, what's that? They don't want us to shine, true
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron, I still got it
For when I'm facin' situations like this, you dissin', I'm hittin'
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand, I'm a whole different
Breed of man, Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx and I'm servin' double

And single shots on the rocks, nigga, what? Who gon' tame me?
I'm a back block nigga and can't nobody change me
You can look at me strangely keep yappin' at your dogs
If I go up in your mouth, don't blame me, first family trainee
Take what's mine, '99 is my time to shine, that's that

Take it easy, fuck that, I'm ready yo I refuse to dilute jewels
For you fools on this radio, fizzy wo', suckas never played us
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place

They know, I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shut up, shut up, now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it fire

First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough
Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move
But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin'
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin'

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Candy Paint - Lyrics - Strength and Loyalty - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Candy Paint
Album: Strength and Loyalty
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Kasseem Dean, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Woo, yeah, yeah
Excuse me, is that candy paint?
Them Bone Boys is back
Cleveland, the Full Surface

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hey, keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hey, keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hey, keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
What you say now?

I love you
My Impala sittin' on them two fours
I love you
My Cutlass with them suicide doors

Move out my way, move out
*** move out my way, move out my way
Wait a minute now, hold a second now
Wait a minute now, ride on 'em, ride on 'em

Here come grandaddy always classin', ain't no *** badda than that
They know I'm gangsta, 20k 4's on my black Cadillac
And as a matter of fact, flipped it and dipped it in some candy paint
Suckas get mad 'cause they can't bang

Your boy, Lil' Layzie comin' through all in that black Monte Carlo
I'm swtichin' lanes, givin' lanes like it ain't no tomorrow
I'ma tryna get around cars with no regards for this traffic
Look how I yank it, yeah, I yank it makin' it look like it's magic

If you see that dash drop ya know what to do
Ya know what to do, ya know what to do
We was fittin' to roll not gon' let me roll, I've got it, now we don't
Watchin' for them po-po's mashin' down that 71

I love you
My Impala sittin' on them two fours
I love you
My Cutlass with them suicide doors

Move out my way, move out
*** move out my way, move out my way
Wait a minute now, hold a second now
Wait a minute now, ride on 'em, ride on 'em

Stomp it, bash it with my 350 rocket, Cutlass
White on white, it's tight from bumper to bumper, can't touch this
For a little more juice, I supercharged it
Yeah, his ride's tight but ain't tight like mine
'Cause we workin' on different [Incomprehensible]

I swing my doors open
My *** out in Cleveland swing them doors open
Big bumps, big bumps, big trunks
Try to let off, take it to the other side
Let's get high, pimpin' while I'm deep into my vibe, roll by

I'ma come with the cleanest
I ain't gon' be seen with these *** don't know who the team is
I love that I breath with Swizz and Bone *** that's who we is
Whatever the purpose, it's Full Surface, what chu call architects
Too hard to check and if you don't move we startin' ***

I love you
My Impala sittin' on them two fours
I love you
My Cutlass with them suicide doors

Move out my way, move out
*** move out my way, move out my way
Wait a minute now, hold a second now
Wait a minute now, ride on 'em, ride on 'em

Gotta have it *** my weapon is automatic ***
*** stepped his game up when he came up
Should have thought about it
'Cause these 24 inches spinnin'
Is usually good for makin' they heads twirl
Just try to be *** when I journey this world

Switchin' lanes, pimpin', switchin' lanes, pimpin'
Switchin' lanes, pimpin', switchin' lanes
We rollin' through your hood like Bone Thug
And I doubt if we ever need a gang bang it's because

I love you
My Impala sittin' on them two fours
I love you
My Cutlass with them suicide doors

Move out my way, move out
*** move out my way, move out my way
Wait a minute now, hold a second now
Wait a minute now, ride on 'em, ride on 'em

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Handle Ur Bizness - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Handle Ur Bizness
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, Lawrence Elliott, E Murry

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Lyric:
Check, check, check

Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, back out your steel

What the rawdog feelin'? An author like Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac, my fam dark as death in less than a minute
(The world stop spinnin')
The Rapid Firing Squad, keep on mix fire and loud wires
(Hard to kill)
And bombs, firing arms, look, we all for it
It's the dutch burning herbalice, gallon drinkin' alcoholics

Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
'First Family' turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals tryin' to wipe my name out

But they don't fuck around 'cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark 'em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the Myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin' till I break a fucking spring out

Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, back out your steel

You motherfuckas better raise up
(They already did)
Who that? The '87 stick up kids
(We're back)
I'm hopin' that your focused on the side
'Cause frontin' on me and my mad niggaz die

Is this hip hop? Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since [unverified] rocked some hardcore
You don't listen, see gee, I'm on a mission, look be
They gonna find your ass missing

Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
(That can't change)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin', subtractin'
Those that ain't matchin' my fashion I'm mashin'

(Retality's real)
Fatality's ill, when your stash in my path
Then your stash is a raw deal, get your gat
(Clap, clap, bucka bucka bub bub bub bucka bucka)
Blow, blow, get the fuck back

Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, back out your steel

Face mine 'cause I'm here, dog its' all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt The Kid who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin' out of it, explode quicker than land mines

M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe or your Lex hoop
Danze, finish 'em, twenty-one gun salute
(The Crew)

How many niggas runnin' with me? A hundred niggaz gunnin' with me
(This few, to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy at point-blank range
Deliverin' the penalty, ain't nothing but the thugs slangin' out hollow slugs

(Nigga)
Anti-love keepin' it real
(Thug, let 'em slide today)
I'm known best for leavin' 'em stretchin' like Doc Holliday, salute

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Wind Blow - Lyrics - Strength and Loyalty - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Wind Blow
Album: Strength and Loyalty
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Lindsey Buckingham, Orlando Clarence Watson, Stevie Nicks, Bradford Ray, Charles Scruggs, Anne Christine Mc Vie, Mick Fleetwood, Anthony Henderson, John Graham Mcvie

Lyric:
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Ayo, we ain't always been accepted like this
'Til a *** got that Grammy, open the door
(Listen to the wind blow)

Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I remember back in the days when they didn't want me
Now I blew up, they all on me

Their smile's phony
It's hard to determine who really is, which of these *** is fake
They try to eat outta ya plate and you can't get a break
Now how much can you take for heaven's sakes?
I can't wait they got me listenin' to the wind blow

Sittin' back, rollin' up my ***
Rollin' with my *** finger hangin' out the window
Let's roll, get yo' *** hand out my pocket
Now they wanna be a *** friend like we partners

*** we was lookin' for a deal and you dodged us
Never did call us, what was your problem?
Rollin' now, we ridin' by, listen to the wind blow

*** tell the real from the fake when it comes from the streets
Livin' peace like a beat, like a drum from the ghetto
Give us our peace, won't let it go, said we wouldn't make it now
We some of the greatest bumpin' through your trunks
And your radio, radio

And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again
I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain
And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again
I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain

Four true thugs from the double ***
A *** ready to rumble when the trouble knocks
Took one way tickets straight off the block
We gon' make the pay, y'all *** just watch

'All Eyez On Me' like my name was Pac
*** hip-hop cop, got a plastic ***
I'm takin' drastic shots 'till these *** stop
When the casket drop I be mashin' out
In a brand new drop top flyin' ***, listenin' to the wind blow

*** automatic weapon
When they step up *** hit with a ***
Everybody tryna get a *** with a blessin'
They better not mess with mine 'cause I'm tellin'

All you *** from the beginnin'
That ain't no pretendin', conversate you gon' get it
You betta listen, listen to the wind blow

If you get it take it to the fullest just for Ish
Just do it, do it, grab the game, do it to it, to it
Chasin' chains, but still hood, live it, I love it
Diamonds in the rough don't come by to my hood

And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again
I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain
And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again
I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain

Flow like the wind blow
Never see me 'cause I get ghost, so a *** never get close
I go fast or slow, no matter the tempo
*** the instrumental, *** the rhythm
I ride to the rhythm of ***
This lyrical venom I serve up gon' *** admittable murda

*** burn some, stick with Granddad and stack cash
*** you better learn some
We got the hood hot locked, even got the birds bumpin'
Everybody tryna get in, don't nobody wanna be left in the wind

*** better not try to miss the boat
The early bird get the worm, took the game by the throat
And squeezed till the *** broke
Believe, it's *** we wrote

It's *** that we serve on the curve to the booth
These *** gon' feel it 'cause we spit the truth
Ain't never no fakin', that Grammy to prove
Haters just hatin', we do what we do

Let 'em we talk 'till we blue in the face
Only because we blew up in they face
If Bone was hurtin', if that was the case
I'd probably go loco and catch me a case

*** just move and give me some space
When I let the wind blow in my face
*** don't quit 'till I finish the race
Number one in the place, betta make no mistake

And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again
I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain
And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again
I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain

And now we ridin' by
And now we ridin' by
Now we ridin' by
Now we ridin' by

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East 1999 - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: East 1999
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, D J U-Neek Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
East 1999, my niggas

Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime
Wid two in here, steady stackin' my ends
Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9

Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift wid real
Little Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone
Little Wally, High Rollerz and he wonda why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love

Kept ah, nigga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang
Gotta make ya grandas each daily man
Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart

We niggas from the land fool and the old school
Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
Fuckin' wid Trues rest in peace
My little nigga Ripster stress that Bone love

Smokin' on bud, 'cause, ah nigga Mo Thug
Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number 1 wid ya gun, so run run
Cleveland is the city where ah nigga come from slangin' them
Dum dum dum dums

Niggas, it's going down, up in the C-Town
Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose
For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons
Nigga roll up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga

Don't stiff on the reefer, mo runnin' up outta the club wid this
Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper
Strip as you hear the double glock glock
Widda me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad

Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top
Hit the body and the bullshit stop
Wheneva them troublin' us, where the po-po niggas roll
Solo split up and swerve, Krayzie take caution

Take out my llelo and tossed it, send 'em in the road to the curb
Running, ducking, jumping up in the land my niggas is crazy
Me slangin' wid nuff 'n me bang on the block
And nigga this daily, who the nigga wid the 12-guage
(Pump)

Mr.Sawed-off Leatherface, so you betta pray
Eternally thugsta, east 1999

Gotta give peace to the S C Ts and the one big thug on the glock
Pump blast fa the cash, then I mashin' wid gas
Gotta dash away from the cops, not lettin' no pause
Steadily flippin' up rows, rippin' up flesh wid six dogs

That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs
And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas
Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn
And I guess that hood'll neva learn

Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm
When I'm on ah mission for my setty
Pick up my niggas be peelin' out wid me
Roll up me, window me, wind blow, fuck up my indo

I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage
I empty, me scan-dalous niggas are pon de loose
But it's no fuckin' wid the family, now feel it nigga, understand me
Much love much bud for them St. Claire thugs

East 1999 is where ya find me
Slangin' them muthafuckin' drugs

Dun, dun, leavin' the niggas to cock it, pop widda me gun
They know that me noddin' they head off and I gots to have me fun
Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin', you studio gangsta bitch trick
Niggas'll get beat, I'm handlin' the shit

And I split in the midst of the darkness
Consider me heartless, oh yes, Flesh be runnin' a hoe check
Betta check ya Rolex, ya timed now fa givin' up respect
Ta them S C Ts from C L E the scandalous niggas that dwell

Hell offa the forscythe and bail, leavin' ah, trail, ah, the boody victims
The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin'
As if and if and they find, they may give me time instead, ah, me trippin'
We flippin' the scripts on ova, see the Bone, ah, be neva sober
Niggas told ya triggas showed ya, east 9, 9, 9, 5 soldiers

Wanna run red rum try to run and get away but it's just to late
Watch out buckshots when I come buck buck
Betta guard that fuckin' face, dumpin' them slugs on you fools
Rollin' wid me Trues, drinkin' brews

Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas stay cool
One eighty seven, you think that you going to heaven
Put slugs all up in that chest dunn to hell is where you be dwellin'
Popping ah clip in them bodies me dumpin' watchin' you fall to the pave
Wid me 9, milli pumpin', puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run

East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9

East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9

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Thug Passion - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Thug Passion
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Donna T. Hunter, Mutah W. Beale, Katari T. Cox, Roger Troutman, Malcolm Greenidge, Shirley Murdock, Larry Troutman

Lyric:
Aight, new drink, one part alazhay one part Chrystal
Thugs Passion baby, y'all know what time it is
This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard
Now if ya with me, Pour a glass and drink with a nigga

Know what I mean ?
I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcoholics, alcoholics
I'm just trying to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion, baby

I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relevant
But I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent
Tripping over dead presidents, they got these derelicts
I throw was down with this business tryin' clown and get a cent

And so rather than stand forever, been thinking
Drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be
Some other shit, people telling me to cool out
But they ain't feeling me a muthafuckin' fool 'bout

My fuckin' cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine
Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times
And all these back stabbers be watchin' just keep it plain
I'm a keep it the same partner just take it the simple game

I can pinkle with the rain twinkling, diamonds and thangs go plinklin'
Enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin'
And These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying
'Cause I'm a be illing, fufilin' my passion till I'm burryin' my Thug Passion

I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby
You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby

Now what if me, turn this Hennessey into a robbery
The Prophecy probably suddenly switch and how it supposed to be?
And Dirty money Can't be evil 'cause it's filling up my tummy
Born in a position, Death collision was futuristic, twisting riches

But there is only one way to make mo'
So I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow
And my big bro couldn't know but buy a four four
Blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion

Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking
?What Happened??, to the niggas who kept it real
Like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true

Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated
With all this bullshit I done tolerated
How I made it Can easily stated, it's like my heart be gripped with
The Passion to be the fucking greatest load up and take shit

Make this to some high dollar gangster shit
Jack a stack till we got enough bank to split

Creep with me through that Immortal flow
Thug Passion got you tremblin' like death on the row
Make your move so I can throw your mind a curve
While I'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb

Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest
Ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke
Feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow

I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby
You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby

They say, money don't make tha man but damn I'm makin' money
Observin' you muthafuckers 'cause some of you bitches funny
Say you want it but you bullshitin', lickin' them lips
You got me about to act a fool quick

Sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile
Buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles
A niggas full of passion, satisfaction is everlastin'
How does it feel ? What I'm askin'

While I'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ?
See, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious, full blown and furious
Baby, get a grip when I be doin' this, it's so physical
My attraction driven by alcohol beware of my reaction

Baby, I'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize and picture what I said so
Now you can feel it, it's a potion for my niggas in motion
Forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion

I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby
You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby

I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby
You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby

I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby
You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby

I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby
You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby

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