My Kind Of Bitch - Lyrics - Tunnel Of Love - Insane Clown Posse

Title: My Kind Of Bitch
Album: Tunnel Of Love
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Clark, Joseph Frank Bruce

Lyric:
My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch
'Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all
My bitch don't blink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin' mall

My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
'Cuz she's much too busy pulling the worms
Out her butt, she ain't bathed in years

My kind of bitch, I'll never forget
We first met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber Damned, she would chew on snakes
And swallow a ninja sword

I said, "Hey bitch, how do you do?
Some fucks call me Violent J"
She picked her nose and flicked it at me
Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Fuck that

My kind of bitch has a hole in her neck
And has to talk like this, "I love you"
She can drink through it, ya get used to it
It whistle every time we kiss

My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
She can make the one jiggle
The other one don't do shit but just sit there dead

My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nail sticking half way out
It once caught a fire and we all had to spit
In her face just to put it out

My kind of bitch is a little loopy
And her ass might droop a bit
But I scoop that loop and fold the flop
And I fuck that pile of shit, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie

Hello? My name is J
I'm from Detroit
I'm looking for a girl who's, dead
A girl who can possibly fulfill some of my fetishes

Which include, dipping your titties in Faygo
And slapping my face with them
Jumping from the dresser
And landing on my balls

My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends
And everytime I break her legs
Then give my homie's ends
(What's up, man?)

She shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I lick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends

Hello? My name is Shaggs
And I'm lookin for a girl with a big big fat fuckin ass
And titties and a big fat fuckin ass
And, uh, I want my dick sucked
And I want my balls scratched

And I want her to scratch my ass
And twist my balls at the same time, that's a must
And I'm looking for a girl who can stretch
Titties and stuff em in her ass

Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I'm looking for a bitch
I'm looking for a girl to fit my needs
(My kind of bitch)

We can have picnics under the moon
In the graveyard
We can have picnics under my house
(My kind of bitch)

I'm looking for a girl to die with
If you're already dead, that's cool
You can sit around and wait for me to die
(My kind of bitch)

I'm looking for a girl to squeeze me
I'm looking for a girl to squeeze my balls
Let me squeeze your neck

This is Lisa, I've been a bad, bad girl

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Queen Bitch 2 (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch 2 (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Queen Bitch Part Ii [Remix] - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch Part Ii [Remix]
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Queen Bitch Ii - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch Ii
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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We'Re Back - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: We'Re Back
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Franklin Crum, Jason T Phillips, Eve Jeffers, Edwin O Serrano, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
They're back
This is what you're tellin' me? Okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me?
That this is it? Okay

How many slugs should I plug into your chest before it's get filled?
Since you ain't got nothin' else to do but get killed
Been a fiend every since I found out how a slaughter taste
Empty a clip of hollow tips into your daughter's face
'Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on
Collect my dough make the fuckin' hit and I'm gone
I ain't never gots to worry about the aim
Infrared to your head will make sure I hit him in the brain

Fly one more time for good luck
For what? He was already dead, what the fuck?
I be breakin' my shit up off in a nigga
When I don't see nothin' but soft in a nigga
Fuckin' coward I wonder how it feels
To have to look at your moms squeal after I hit her with the steel
Ill that's how a nigga blows shit up believe whoever I hit up will never get up
Tell me how it's goin' down nigga if I'm bein' a fuckin' clown nigga

Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of your peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat with a gat
That'll make any nigga become a meal for the fuckin' rats
There won't be nothin' left of money but a soup bone
Big motherfuckin' DMX from the group home

Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk

So, since the first day in it I made a promise to myself
I was gonna make it happen that's the way I felt
You know Philly never scared play the cards we dealt
Doin' it my way you bitches strugglin' for help
I hear your rumors and your so called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it go head let you warm up the crowd for me

I hate to even be like this you all bring it out
To tell the truth it excites me I scream it out
Sick wid' it ain't a bitch that can get wid' it
Admit it I'm that bitch you can't live wid' it
And I'ma keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull back at ya neck I'm hearin' them cheer
E V E is what they need in they life I'm bout mine
Now I'm done with you fuck out my face wastin' my time

Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Yeah, aiyyo, I got a wet haze coke and a P-blow block
But you all still missin' the point like a free throw shot
Get it this ain't some you learn this is some you earn
Turn it up and give me some to burn
That boy kiss is a hell of a man
Treat your life like a cell phone so try to get a hell of a plan
'Cause most dudes left the hood broke
A couple knew what they was doin' so they came back like good coke

Down south they'll tell you, kiss is good folk
Up north I hit my niggaz off with good smoke
Out west they ridin' with me now I'm back hard
I'm just worried 'bout the rats that's in my back yard
Hated by many, confronted by none
I trust two guys one's God and one is my gun
Jada is the nice guy, Kiss is the monster
D-Block and double R is my sponsor

Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Fuckin' cowards

Niggaz can't be fuckin' serious you all niggaz pussy
Niggaz pussy you all don't like it bring it, bitch
Just a little someone man to let you all know
To niggaz know man matter of fact
Matter of fact you all niggaz excuse my back man?
Straight up you all niggaz pardon my back
I ain't got no rap for no sucka ass niggaz
Five time motherfuckin' champ
Five time, bitch, touch that, then holla back
Motherfucker
A nigga had this rap shit
I'm out

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Saddest Day - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Saddest Day
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Wycliffe Johnson, Marchand Von Charles, Cleveland Brown

Lyric:
(Oh)
(Aa hey hey)
{This one is dedicated to you}
(Ohh, umm)
(Aeye)
Foxy Brown, Wayne Wonder
Puttin it down
Whoa, oh, c'mon

But the saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was feeling the pain
(The pain, the pain)
The saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was going insane
(Yeah, yeah)

Now I'm the type of bitch that's one of a kind
(Ohh)
Y'all know, the kind of bitch that like to sip that fine wine
(Umm)
Like to be on top or get it from behind
Either way I throw the pussy like the free toll line
(Aeyeah)
Break a nigga spine, tote a Calico and dare
Any bitch if come try test mine
(Umm)
Violate, one time, I cock the nine
You, motherfuckin right I bust a bitch over mine
Shit, niggaz can cheat and put tips in bitches' waist
But when we slip up, get a gun in our face
(Oh now, oh now)
Have me missin' show dates, heart beatin' slow pace
Wonder what he doin, who the fuck he screwin'
Bitches ain't shit, know that that's your man
(Ohh)
And they still fuck around and try to suck the nigga dick
(Ohh)
And I'm a bad bitch, I don't play that bullshit
Bitch'll catch wreck, I ain't got a full deck nigga
(Shubadubadub yeah)

But the saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was feeling the pain
(The pain, the pain)
The saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was going insane
(Yeah, yeah)

Ever since I was a little girl always wanted to know
How the fuck these niggaz think, why a man move so
(Shubadubadub yeah)
Why would you jeopardize your whole life
Fuckin' one bitch for one night, blame it on the liquor
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
How would you feel if I fucked another nigga
And told you that motherfucker made me cum quicker?
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You'd probably grab the gat and put two in my back
One in my face, nigga but it's one in my waist
Go 'head and slip, watch me shut down this bitch
Cheat on who?
Nigga I'll be gone before you
(Oh no no no no)
And when you with the one you love, disrespect the game
Before he drive you insane, losin' your fuckin' brain

Foxy Brown, Wayne Wonder
Puttin' it down
Whoa, oh, c'mon

But the saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was feeling the pain
(The pain, the pain)
The saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was going insane
(Yeah, yeah)

For months I used to cry, felt like I wanted to die
(Oh yeah)
Kept asking God why do I deserve this?
(Oh yeah)
We all make mistakes, ain't nobody perfect
(Oh yeah)
We're human, and through it all, I remained a good woman to you
(Oh yeah)
Prayin' for strength and losin' my faith
(Oh yeah)
How could you lay in my bed and lie in my face?
(Oh yeah)
Jumpin' out my sleep
Havin' nightmares of me tossin' and turnin', my heart still burnin'
(Hey)
Watchin' me suffer, relivin' my fears
Holdin' my pillow close while you dryin' my tears
(Oh no no no no)
Stop your blood clot cryin', need to stop lyin'
And look me in my eyes 'fore these plates start flyin'
And how the fuck could you disrespect us
(Oh)
Everything we stand for, all our love and our trust
(Oh no no no no)
Seems like I said before, you won't appreciate me
And everything we have 'til I'm out the fuckin' door
(Shubadubadub yeah)

But the saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was feeling the pain
(The pain, the pain)
The saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
I was going insane
(Yeah, yeah)

Try to erase all the memories
They're the ones they goin' see
If I could forget all about the past
Oh no no no no, how long will this go on?

But the saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
(Oh yeah)
I was feeling the pain
(The pain, the pain)
The saddest day of my life
Was when she left me with a broken heart
(Oh yeah)
I was going insane
(Oh yeah)
(Oh yeah)
(Oh yeah)
Oh no no no no
Ohh, come on

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The Shaggy Show - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Shaggy Show
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
From southwest Detroit
Deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository
It's Shaggy time
Hey, how ya' doin' down there? On top, I see ya, alright

Waddup ya'll? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin' know
This is my sidekick, Fat Pat
He goes hahaha an' all of that, that's' right

Anyway, on my way here, I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like a 105
They worry about drunks an' late night truckers
Old ass bitches tryin' to kill mothafuckers

This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes a right into my side door
This comedy shit's gettin' old
The game is to be sold, not to be told

You can feel the excitement right?
Snoop Dogg is with us tonight
Haha, thats what I'm sayin'
On the Shaggy Show, shit we ain't playin'

An' that ain't it, also on the show
Another mothafucker that well, some of ya' know
You see him with me a lot, he's like a brother
Violent J's in this mothafucker

I like that kid, Violent J
"Hey Mike", "What's up?", "How ya' doin' today?
"Just great, Shaggs", well that's great
Now let's give a hand, to Mike E. Clark
An' that Gangsta Funk Band

We'll be right back with Violent J

Do your homies have money? Are you broke? Yeah
Do bitches look at you like some kind of joke? Straight up
There's nothin' you can do except get your P.H.D.
Playa Haters 'Degree? That's right, aww, hell, yeah

Player Haters' Academy located on Welfarm in Detroit
Offers the finest in Playerhation tactics
Yeah, that's right, such as 'The Bitch Hater'
Hey man, fuck that fine ass bitch or 'The Look Shooker'

Yo, bitch, I might be ugly, at least I ain't got no money
Or 'The Never Ending Shooting Star'
Just 'cuz he got a car, he wanna be drivin' that bitch
Get your P.H.D and join a nation of Playerhation, word up

Okay, my first guest, he's nutty as hell
He just served a half a year in the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey, Violent J's in this bitch ass piece

Waddup y'all? What's happenin'?
It's been 6 months an' my dick ain't havin' it
If I don't hurry up an' get me some ass
I might bust this nut on your TV glass

Anyway I'm workin' on my brand new shit
A brand new group with my homies, Twiztid
It's called Dark Lotus, should I play some for ya'll?
Yeah, hell, nah

Now I've been hearin' a little of this an' that
About you havin' some kind of a panic attack
Tell us, um, is it true?
An' when you have one, what the fuck do you do?

Well I'll be sittin' there, enjoyin' a coffee
An' then all of a sudden I'm like, "Get off me"
Then I start chokin' out pedestrians
Until they give me my shot of Calafalestrien

But that's all over now, it's all that
I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac
Just don't test me or pull strings, forget it
I might grab your neck an' do bad things with it

Well on that note, thank you J, for real
What's up with poppin' one of them Selopian pills?
Take your ass back stage now an' relax
Snoop Dogg is comin' up next

Stay right here, we'll be right back

I like my chili hot, as a matter of fact
I like my chili so goddamn hot,
That you can cook a hog's ass in a spoonful

When a workin' man such as myself wants a little hot fixin'
I reach for that bottle of mamma's goddamn hot chili
Smooth tender chunks with chili beans
Filled with mamma's hot bastard bacon bits

And drizzled with just the right amount of thick savory sauce
Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions
Mmm mmm that's hot, goddamn hot
Ask for it by name

Thanks fellas, alright, yo, we're back
My next guest pioneered the sound of rap
He's come a long way from the L.B.C.
Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G.

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the insane
Clowns, get down, nigga, I represent the town
Hey, yo, Violent J let's go half on this pound

I stay gangsta lay fine, I drop the bomb
They call me Snoop Dogg an' I can raise your arm
So any dipsy that disagree with me
Step up an' watch your mothafuckin' ass meet defeat

Snoop, now, you got platinum on your wall
Where all the fools starin' scratch their balls
They wanna be like you, they wanna try ta steal your flow
Now, yo, why is that so?

It's like everywhere I look an' everywhere I go
Some bitch ass nigga tryin' to steal my flow
But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh, should I mention
I'm all about the money an' riddin' in cars with suspension

Bouncin', makin' up corners, smokin' dope
Smokin' that weed, hangin' out with my lopes an' folks
Don't give a fuck about nothin' at all
That's why I'm known to the world
As big mothafuckin' Snoop Dogg, nigga

Snoop Dogg, everybody
Now we gotta bring a close to the party
Thanks, Violent J, my lope
An' thank you, Snoop, for that bag of smoke

Join us next time for the show
We'll have that one bitch from 'Letters To Cleo'
That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Hey, yo, Gangsta Funk, show 'em how ya' got rich

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Ain'T Nothin' But A Word To Me - Lyrics - Short Dog's In The House - Too $Hort

Title: Ain'T Nothin' But A Word To Me
Album: Short Dog's In The House
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Todd Anthony Shaw, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit
Because she's my hoe, she don't belong to a trick
So when you fuck her and give her all your cash
I get paid or put my foot in her ass
I won't marry the bitch, and give her half
I get more head and then I laugh at the one bitch shit
I got a gang of hoes
I get, freak, ass, lick, these balls and toes

Now stupid little bitches get tossed
If they don't realize I'm the motherfucking boss
Come on down and get your ass pinched
And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched
'Cause I'm the B, the I, the T, the C, the H
The K, the I, the L, the L, the A
Ice Cube, a nigga that's bigga than a nut
'Cause a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut

You say how can I call a women a bitch?
It ain't nothing but a word like shit
Ain't no slippin' in my motherfucking pimping
And all bitches ain't women
You come home and get smooth cussed out
You gotta a bitch with a foul ass mouth
Scared to tripp her with a left hook
You'z a bitch in my book, bitch

My nigga Jinx made the mix
So punk ass motherfucking bitches get the 86
I keep hoes on five
(Yeah bitch)
'Cause I'm fucking more pussy than the law allow
With my boy Too $hort
See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat
And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick
'Cause she's a trick bitch

I like fat bitches and I like 'em slim
I'll take a fat bitch and stick my dick right in, her big fat ass
She'll make me cum again
I'm mack daddy bitch, fuck her friend
I saw your homegirl, she said whats up with us
I said nothing, fucked her on a tour bus
She got it good too, dicked down on the floor
The bitch was fine, but the pussy ain't good as yours

She a straggler, struggler, straight salome smuggler
Everytime I see the bitch, she's looking uglier
And if you got a trick ass on your left
Sitting there with dick on her breath
Last night she sucked my dick, now she's kissing little man
Won't even suck my dick, unless cut out the middle man
And if you have never heard of me you'z a bitch
It ain't but a word to me

I'll stop calling ya, beyotch
Man, fuck these hoes man, ya know
Nappy ass bitch ass tramp ass sluty ass hoe
I'll stop calling ya, beyotch

I go hard on a bitch, fuck respect for ya men
I get my way with a bitch, when I act like a pimp
Always carrying bank, but I fooled the bitch
'Cause all she ever got was to druel on my dick
Ice Cube will slap a hoe for the fuck of it
Just like me and that's some real shit
Bitch got bold with her loud ass mouth
Tough ass bitch got knocked out

You know a bitch ain't nuthin' but a word to me
Some of you punks are just scared to see
If you could call that bitch a bitch you would
And if you can't, you probably should
I'm spitting game to you mark ass lames
On how how to get a bitch and treat the bitch like shit
You can't buy love, all pimps know that
It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks

Don't hold the bitch hand or walk side by side
Go first class everytime you fly
She'll go Greyhound and just meet you there
I'm just an ice cold hard ass Oakland player
You want to tongue kiss bitch, it figures
I introduce you to my homeboy Richard
Also known by his nickname Dick
Now let's tongue kiss bitch

I like big butts so let it be known to the public
I bust a rap or two and the bitches love it
I'm only out for one thing so hate me
I ain't the one so don't try to fade me
I don't wear too much gold because it's tacky
I bust a Raider hat T-Shirt and Khakis
See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes everyday
So I talk to 'em in any ol can I way

See a bitch need a nigga to coach 'em
So I grab my dick and smoothly approach 'em
I say hi and I'm really kind of pitched
If they ignore me then I say, "Yo freak bitch"
Give up the number hardly, we'll have a slumber party
You see I'll fuck you to death and then I'll dump the body
'Cause I'm a nigga that's bigga than crew or a gang
And when it comes to bitches I'm out for only one thang
Yo bitch ain't nothing but a word to me, $hort

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Eenie Meenie - Lyrics - Slicker Than Your Average - Craig David

Title: Eenie Meenie
Album: Slicker Than Your Average
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Anthony Marshall, Craig David, Trevor Henry, Adam Lyons

Lyric:
Another one, Craig David
Y'all ready for this? Yo

On my way from the studio, drivin' on my way home
Happy 'cause I'm gonna see my girl tonight
Somethin' messin' with my radio
Got to be my cellphone ringin'

I picked it up, it was my girlfriend
But she wouldn't talk to me, you know
I heard some friction in the background
Sayin', that my girl was too good for me, yeah

And I was like what? Why you tellin' my name
Say it again, actin' like how I got nothing to gain
People wanna burn just because of my fame
You better stop before I lose control

Had enough of your friends and I'm letting you know
I'm Craig David and I'm running the show
And you been talkin' a lot of bull baby, you got to go so

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Tell me why you wanna do me like that
Used to give you things now you throwin' them back
Access to the Visa the keys to the flat
Wide screen TV DVD's and that

All of a sudden you be trippin' when I answer the phone
Talkin' all about me in an angry tone
Talkin' all about how I be doing you wrong, you're crazy

Whatever happened to the good girl, the one that was into me
I wanna tell it to your face girl that one of us has to leave so

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though

You know what well, I'm just an ordinary guy
Dealin' with rumors and lies
But your friends keep on fillin' your head with this nonsense
An' I can't take it no more

Craig David, she only after that wage payslip
That's why she got you pullin' strange faces
Trickin' on the C 'til your brain's wasted
She don't wanna be the girl that Craig stays with

She just wanna be there while Craig stays rich
She wouldn't be with him if he was paid basic
She wouldn't be there if he wasn't made famous

She had a gold digger degree, she must have studied for that
Wanted me to get her a mansion with a truck in the back
Filled up with ice then I'm lookin' like honey relax
Looks like you bought the code and we've even got the money for that

All of a sudden you be trippin' on my cellular phone
Talkin' about all of the women that be takin' me home
Talkin' about all of the women I supposedly boned, she crazy

You know what it is you give me attention then you're takin' the piss
She fed up of it, get rid of the bitch, don't be takin' her ish
She wasn't payin' us when you was lickin' the lower lip
Makin' the double fib with your fingers all over it

Trippin' all over you whenever you rock the show
Time to get money 'cause you know you got the dough
And the next time she trippin' from it you drop the phone
You been talkin' a lot of bull baby you got to go

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Another one, Craig David
Somethin' for the club, yo
I gotta let you go, know what I mean
I gotta let you go, what? We out

All of the massiv', listen Sharon, to our little girl, Em
And to all of you beautiful sexy ladies, listen this one
Craig David, sir ignorance, sir [Incomprehensible]
Messiah, catch a fire to all the man who stayed up with us, say, "Bo"
Check it out, uh

You could have been my trouble less type of wife
Could have been the love of my life but you didn't take heed
Didn't proceed to believe what the honeyz all say
That's the difference 'tween me and you

You better go over to the boiler crew 'cause slackness is all you do
Me and Craig, caught you in the venue
Couldn't really believe that that was you
You and the rest of your crew tryin' to get with a boy led the crew
Bubblin' around with the champagne crew

While expecting me to take you back in 2
Baby girl, I'm not into that and that's true
So I'm walkin' away from you didn't know
Where I'll go? Who I know? Where you go? Big it up

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My Turn - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: My Turn
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, John Stary

Lyric:
Get it right
You know everybody's talkin' about me and shit right now
Y'all wonder what I'm gonna do next
Well, check it out

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin', I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me

Everybody wants to know what Lil' Rob is soundin' like
The same way as always, homey, dynomite
They say, out of sight well then out of mind
Well, I'm out of sight but I'm in yo' mind and I don't mind
Homey, I'm just tryin' to keep with the times
Spit rhymes that are always on time and try to climb
They wanna hate on me for stupid ass shit
Pay them no mind, can't believe they're doin' that shit

I can't believe they're even cool with that shit
Supposed to be crazy homeboys and talk like a bitch
If you're not the kind of homey I could pull a crime with
Then you're not the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with
And you're not the kind of homeboy I associate with
What'chu got bitch, I won't even negotiate with, shit

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

You can't stop me, I always continue to do my thing
No matter, what you do no matter what you bring
You're mad at me, for what? 'Cause I'm tryin'
To open the door so you can come up too you stupid fuck?
Come on homey, I'm as real as they come
Take a little bit of Pepsi mix it up with some rum
The kind of man to offer you a drink
And hold a conversation with you to see how you think

But uhh
Somethin' tells me that you're bluffin' me homes
That you're not, who you seem to be don't fuck with me homes
'Cause nowadays I can see you comin' a mile away
And I don't like your style eh
Okay

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

Goddamn, I gotta deal with everybody else puttin' me down
I've been puttin' in work for as long as I've been around
Just because I was brought up on the brown side of town
I rap with an accent and I got my own sound
Ey fuck it homey, I am who I am
One proud Mexican, 'En mi criste penaten'
Lowridin' down the avenue, doin what it is I do
Whether it appeals to you I gotta keep it real with you

How could I expect you to respect me any other way
Can I get a 'Si mon' can I get an 'Orale'
Andele, there we go
Shouts out to all my gente from here to Me-ji-co

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

You got somethin' to say, keep that shit to yourself mayne
It's my turn
You don't like me, don't play it, simple as that
And I just don't stop, see you at the top
That's right, you can do what you do I'll do what I do
And I just don't stop, see you at the top
And I just don't stop, see you at the top

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Life'S A Bitch - Lyrics - Illmatic - Nas

Title: Life'S A Bitch
Album: Illmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Anthony S. Cruz, Nasir Jones, Oliver Scott, Ronny Wilson

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Lyric:
Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son
Count this money, you know what I'm saying?
Yea yea
Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe you know what I'm saying?
Yea yea
'Cause we spendin' these Jackson's
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
I'm sayin', that's what this is all about right?
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes you know what I'm saying?
Yo then what man, what?

Visualizin' the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin' must of got in us 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin' to carry on tradition

Keepin' the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we leavin', thievin' we'll be leavin' with some kind of dough

So and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
Me and my capers, I'll be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die

Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated 'cause I made it
One quarter through life some godly like thing created

Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain, vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain

When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Droppin' foreigners take they wallets
They jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin' my quick cash
And got my first piece of ass smokin' blunts with hash

Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
Is rich or doin' years in the hundreds
I switched my motto, instead of sayin', "Fuck tommorrow"
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the Lotto

Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cavity

Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die

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40 - Flashin' - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Flashin'
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Ooh ooh
Flashin'
Ooh

I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head
Chest out never understood grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for nothin' for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead hard head heathen
Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife

When I was three years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out
For trying to go between my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat then motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or else you're fucked

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
Dope game got me like this, certify high
Smokin' more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced fuck ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N kind of intention on even payin'

Damn near flashin', that's what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm blastin' up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm sayin' fuck the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad
I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm flashin'

Understand my shit, the situation is way damn real
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin'
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck

About to light the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot 'em up claim fame
Got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's hard labor chasin' paper
Nigga twerkin', go to several Russian car
Clickers come esouped with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards

Pullin' all kind of heavy metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas shoot crap
Try to have more paper than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the yard flexes
Liable, blow a whole on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal dead on arrival

Psycho, it's all about survival
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white sock or bone
With the chrome pistal, pistol whip a nigga
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and hammer
Bakin' soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially when a nigga packin'
Fetti stackin', mashin', flashin'

I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me over
And put the flashlight to my window and told me I was speedin'
And I got to, flashin' on they ass
I got to actin' like a demon the motherfuckers told me
The other day I go to turn off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to actin' bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to flashin' on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
And I got to flashin'

It's all bad, motherfucker used to be comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff clothes
Closer than a bugger to a nose, choosin' vogues
Slammin' Cadillac do's together, cookin' crack
Gettin' eighteens if it's back, overkill
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout

For the state troop, might shoot
Durin' the drug deal flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily raps your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty like a old hag
She gonna get hella stanky if you're get teared up
But us niggas don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffel bag, I squinges off the hinges
Lean ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed

A criminal record a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra clips
Gun clappin' music slappin' party crashin'
Brash and motherfucker flashin'

The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check late and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin' that shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin' steps and I got ta
Tellin that bitch I'm flashin'
Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron

He brought me back Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker flashin'
Get to testin' my testicles nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad word get back to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I flash
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself from flashin'

Bought dollar 250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
For some ice and I flashed
Got jumped outside a house party fools left me for dead
When I got home I seen them motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to flashin'
I tell ya, bitch these niggaz I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit

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Image Of Pimp - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Image Of Pimp
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Anders K. Smidstad, Christian Garcia, Ronald Ray Bryant, Andreas Williee Paulsen

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah uhh
It's such a filthy game
It's such a dirty game
Da game don't ever change
My image is everything

Word around town is I pop these P's
Word around town is I hold these G's
Word around town is I blow these trees
Word around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, yall squares betta back up off me
'Cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto Socrates
Gettin' all these keys at playa prices
Top notch ho by da name of Icess
Soak it up qick 'cause da game is priceless
Money and mackin' is nuttin nice bitch
I'm out in Ohio man I missed my trial
Feds after me 'cause I serve this D
Got blessed as Golden child

You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore
Because of my image, I might call you a whore
You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disrespect

I dominate the ladies, insult the ladies
Some think that Oral Bee is badgering the ladies
I massage some ladies?but keep it on the hush
I'm a pimp, shit, I'm not supposed to have no crush
Met this lady, she was off the hook
A playa got hard off her sexy look
To my homies I said that she was crazy horny
And, like most bitches she was dumb and corny
Well, the truth is that this girl was mad intelligent
I wanted to follow her ass everywhere it went
Yeh suh! This mama turned me on
But then she met some slick-talkin' playa and was gone
He was a nasty playa who called her a queen
Now, I can't do that, I am a pimp-machine
Sometimes I wish that pretty bitch still was mine
But, I got the image of a pimp, and I stay true to it all the time?

You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore
Because of my image, I might call you a whore
You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disrespect

Image of a pimp is whut I got
Take a look at me girl I live it hard
I aint chose to rhyme my game is cold
Million dollar mouth piece have you bringin doe
Back to da daddy in a candy caddy
Wit a half bag of Afghanistan
'Cause me and Beesh see we blowin' big
Cant help us now 'cause we on it
Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it
Don't act like yo ass aint noticed it
I'm rollin' wit a bunch of hoggs
Yall ready know they like to ball
I get paid for sex give me the money on a daily basis
Have yo ass on the track till 8 in da morning
I'm a mack baby I aint savin' hoes

You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore
Because of my image, I might call you a whore
You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disrespect

Blow one
Now whut it do, what it do, is yo smokin' nephew
What it do, what it do, is yo smokin' nephew
What it do, what it do, is yo smokin' nephew

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Mind Of Mystikal - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Mind Of Mystikal
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Walking through the mind of Mystikal
No holds barred
Still don't give a fuck about ya'll

I'm still not the nigga to fuck with busta
[Unverified] the average nigga don't fuck with me
Fool a nigga in size, ain't much none of ya'll niggas can do with me
Typically speakin', I'm not what your seekin'
Now vision the rhymes that I be keepin'

I fuck like a Mohican, ain't drunk like them demons
I'm quicker then one of those Puerto Ricans
Get it off your chest, don't run on my set, I'm breakin' your neck
If you gettin' upset I'm breakin' a sweat, y'all niggas ain't ready yet

I'm catching my breath, ya'll niggas ain't findin' wind
I'm keepin' they momma from tryin' again
I done fucked up more niggas then Henikken
Fuck, I'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy

Now how you gonna fuck me, that bitch get lucky she fucked me
And now that hoe can't stop thinkin' of me
I'm thinkin' of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin' fucked felt
Ask them niggas that know me now
Even them bitches will tell you i'm somthin else

Bitches, they like my good looks
But niggas can't stand that right hook
They might look but they stay put
I done stomped more niggas than Big Foot

What I mean is I'm grand, you can't fuck with this peacan man
You don't know who I am, you goin' too fast, slow down Tito, damn

Nigga, go ring the alarm
I came in this bitch and I'm in the swarm
My niggas are already armed
Were turnin' this bitch into Vietnam

Nigga, go ring the alarm
I came in this bitch and I'm in the swarm
My niggas are already armed
Were turnin this bitch into Desert Storm

I stick to the left like a thumb tack
I hum that to the drum track
No wives, tote no knifes
Bitch I'm sharper then a pair of Filas

See I'm humble, you fuckin 'em right, I'm makin' 'em mumble
Don't stumble, hoe I [unverified] the seen it for your fuckin' gumbo
When a homie compare me but spare me I'm a rap figure
Please never don't dare me, bitch I barely kept an [unverified] nigga

I run with the real niggas, they kill, they them ill niggas
You best to chill niggas
I don't fuck with them run-of-the-mill niggas
Here's what you gonna feel nigga

Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides

I'm tellin' them lip lies, I hang with hip guys
I split thighs, bitch don't ask me for shit
You get nothin', no tighter than grip [unverified]
Fuck nigga, don't bother me and try to be and tired of me

Walkin' out the hood with more bitches number then lottery
Look, I like fuckin' around but I ain't fuckin' with no fuckery
Luckily, none of you niggas in here ain't cold enough to fuck with me
Fuck niggas can't touch that, no [unverified], get the fuck back
Fore you find yourself achin' from you ass crack to your nut sack

I run these hoe brand niggas from the back of the map
To the front of China
Just when you thought it was safe to back in the water
I'm right behind ya

We as one must combine to never be stopped nann man

Novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils
Griffins, goons, raidin' rebels
Women, wizards, warlocks, witches
Punk fags like bitches

Gold, platnium, silver, copper
Any kind of pussy popper gets wopped or chopped
When Mystikal hits that door, now watch
Nigga want a big cock, get popped like Hitchcock

When I rib shot, when I hip hop, that zip lock thats thick knot
Ohh, it's goin' though me, got me struttin'
When E.F. Hutton talks everybody listens

Nigga, go ring the alarm
I came in this bitch and I'm in the swarm
My niggas are already armed
Were turnin' this bitch into Vietnam

Nigga, go ring the alarm
I came in this bitch and I'm in the swarm
My niggas are already armed
Were turnin this bitch into Desert Storm

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Fight Music - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Fight Music
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Von Carlisle, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Deshaun Holton, Denaun Porter, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid

I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms

Connivin' Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin', "Let's get it on"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin' a tank
Rollin' over a bank, cops see me and faint

It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music

You know why my hands are so numb? No
'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh
Smacked this whore for talkin' crap, bitch
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap

I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you, hell yeah
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy Quran while I'm on the John

Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, thong
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your love songs

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid

Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump, click-clack

The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers
We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight music

I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"

I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin', came back and fucked up
His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, it's fight music

These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' 'em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin' 'em
If any nigga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King 'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium

Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin', right when your wife's lookin'
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' your life music

If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

You Liberace's, Versace's and you Nazis
Watch me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause you're not me
You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me

I came to save these new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me

And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to and it's called

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, it's fight music

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