Niggas Die 4 Me - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Niggas Die 4 Me
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Uh, let's go
Whoo, drag-On baby
Come on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

Rigga niggas wanna see the dog nigga bite
But this kid Drag strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the niggas that plug, wrap 'em in the rug

Flames mini blowin' on my hands like dust
Chicks wanna slurp? I guarantee I'll make ya burp
Just push yo' teeth to the curb and hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can touch a torch

You don't know I buy my gun just for me to toss
Fuck what it costs, I don't care what kind of drop you pushin'
I put my fifteen to your top and dump bullets
Yeah, I see y'all cowards like to wear vests

Well, I'ma aim a little higher, like for your neck
I puff lye, I'ma lift blunts 'til my arm look like Popeye
'Til the day is bye-bye 'til then 300G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted

We just be lookin' at your Roley at dem hot shows
So go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid?
And since you got that nice watch, you know what time it is

'Cause Drag's clock say 7:30
So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere real dirty, dirty
Double R, a camp where it's all champs
And if y'all want to stop fire, open up a damn

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

Bet'cha niggas wonder
Why Drag always spit fire? Why I always pop shit?
About how I burn niggas 'til they chocolate
'Cause I'm the 'Opposite of H2O', now ya know

Fix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothes
And girls, I love 'em when I meet 'em, might eat 'em
But when they act up, it's like Turner Tina
Don't me get the burner

Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Con-gac
Y'all know how that affects blacks, so you know I clash that
No way, I'ma blow all these gats and crack stacks
I'ma lil' nigga so you know I run fast

But don't do much of it do a lot of gun bustin'
'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick
Outta seeing niggas run, eyes open, hopin' they don't trip
Hear the echoes blocks away

Type of bricklayers that hear shots today and give your blocks away
Run up on papi, hey, drop the yay
And if he don't stall this world be popped tomorrow
Drag-On speaks with a stutter, but I rhyme well

So like a dead snitch it's hard to tell, dirty dirty, niggas, word
This is to my grimy grimy, niggas, word
This is to my RR, niggas, word
Yeah, 'cause we Double R, nigga, you heard? Come on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on
...

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Will They Die For You - Lyrics - Mase

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ride 4 My - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Ride 4 My
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Roosevelt Harrell, Dwight Grant, Basil K Poledouris

Lyric:
Ayyo, feel this shit right here
All my block niggas
Gimme a second, dogs, I got us, I swear to God
Feel this shit right here

Ayyo, from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo, we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me, I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you, he shot me, how we supposed to roll
I take a shot for my nigga, gimme two to the ribs
Run a spot for my nigga while you doin' your bid

Fuck a step, pop these c's gonna know who you is
I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids
For my dog, I swear to God, I'll sit in a box
Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops
Six foot, ditch pam box covered with rocks
Tombstone ready die for the love of his block

Know what I want in my life, I want for my brother
Know what I want for my wife, I want for my mother
It ain't a question on what I would do for my squad
Ask yourself if you really true to your squad

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

We gon ride 95 till it ain't no gas, flip and divide ties till it ain't no cash
And till the computers crash and the dough all plastic
Everything in our path go through and smash it
Put our niggas over bitches, niggas over riches
Niggas over drugs, for my niggas I get slugs

I know my niggas thugs, for my niggas, I shed blood
My niggas, y'all don't owe me shit, just show me love
I'ma get us out these streets, help our family eat
Move us out the hoods, put us in the woods
Gimme just a second, my flow ain't yet perfected
But damn when it is, shit then when it is

I speak the truth, don't take this here as no song
Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow long
It's me and you ride or die, let's weather the storm
Take on the world, playboy, whatever it's on

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I took bread with my niggas, spot rushed for funds
Took lead with my niggas and we bust our guns
I shook feds with my niggas, knew where to duck and run
Ain't care where and when and who the fuck would come
We knew we'd ride till the day we die, till the day I fry
Told y'all till I touch the sky

We gon roll, gon flip, touch them pies
Know if I got the six, you can touch the five
For my true block niggas, I'ma spark for them
I get shot a million times, lay in chalk for them
Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim
I give anything to see my dog walk again

You can trust me with your wife, trust me with your kids
Trust me with your life, trust me where you live
Nobody know but me, you and God
Your seed, your girl, mom and my word is my bond

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride

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Will They Die 4 You? - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die 4 You?
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis, you think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6 0 0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen

So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone

Like a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own kind?

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

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Ride With Us - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Ride With Us
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, L Elliott, E Murry

Lyric:
Firing Squad nigga, Firing Squad
'First Family', top notch nigga, BD

I used to have so much confidence in myself
But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt
My hand's been dealt but it was a missed deal
And words won't express the way a man William feel

I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud
Got my hands covered in blood, to stay
Above the world
(To see a better day)
Please my children need and I can't find a fuckin' way

What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier
I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga
Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now
In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now

Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see
The M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry
Keep fucking wit me, so I brought my cousins wit me
From now on they gon' be thuggin' wit me

Eyes and ears, nigga, blunts and beers, nigga
For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears
Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty
'First Family', royalty, holla

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

This is only the beginning, you ain't know one was comin'
Stand face to me, no more runnin'
Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic
Rap track flippin' acrobatic

Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade
To the death 'til the Firing Squad, cop the next tape
Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out

This ain't for you big willies, this is for my small paws
Thuggin' wit guns in they draws
Go against the grain, break all laws
And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra

Brooklyn, brainiest, blast
Ain't nothing changed since that nigga been past
Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

(It's the Firing Squad assassins)
Ghetto blastin'
Operation' ran by your man toucan, dance for thug fashion
(Criminal passion)
Top of the line, it's unnecessary, buries but we still manage to shine
(Take a life son)
Fuck that
You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered

You heard I was raised with the elements, it's William
And if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence
I'm from the Ville
(That's home)
I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected

And roam, blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me
I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me
So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate
Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight

What you want nigga? What it's gon' be?
I'ma be leavin' you leakin' with clip in the palmy
I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th
Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff

Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here
(We bust back)
Collapse, I'm rated R, bringin' it real strong 'cuz you niggas
Still gon' hit me pa, y'all want me, come find me motherfucker

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas, ride wit us, can you ride? Firing Squad nigga
Yeah, wit us, 'First Family', murder, top notch nigga
You know the rules of the motherfucking game, c'mon

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Z - Pop 4 Roc - Lyrics - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Pop 4 Roc
Album: Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): M Cox, Ken Ifill, Shawn Carter, Amil Whitehead, D Grant, Ernesto Shaw

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Lyric:
Alright yeah
Would ya love me? Alright
Would ya hate me? Watch this yo
I know ya love me, alright
I know ya hate me, Clue
Would ya love me? Brand new Duro
Would ya hate me? I know ya love me
Feel this yo

See me comin' through hair done just a slinging my shit
With something Gucci on clinging to my hips frontin'
With the Star Tech ringing in the whip icy ears, neck
Fingers for years got the show wild with the toes out
Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga, I rock Prada, Chanel
And Fendi nigga, what I'ma do with your little blunts

And Henney nigga? I'ma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley
Nigga my niggas will ride for me, you should see all the things
They buy for me, it's obvious how I spend my time around ballers
All day don't have to spend a dime, callin' up room service when
It's dinner time get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top
I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me 'cuz you know we got shit locked

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top
I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me and you know we got shit locked

We gon' stop this here get this clear the general of the Roc in here
Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year, keep the ego
We been bound to the top ya hear forget about it you don't know me
Yo stop the stares I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers
You know how I do six coup, top be clear, you know how
I play low layer Roc-A-Wear catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon
In the pie, y'all from whom to buy, y'all niggas know if y'all cross

Mac y'all soon to die 'cuz you know I bring heat like June and July
Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay
Feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh 'cuz y'all work hard at this shit
Think about yo I just started this shit, just imagine if I put my heart
In this shit scary sight y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo
I barely write but every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nike's

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top
I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me 'cuz you know we got shit locked

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top
I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me and you know we got shit locked

Yo, yo, well I'm gold now, Memph Man coming of age
And I'm grown now sittin' on chrome now, I'm the youngest gun
I get it on with anyone, I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21
Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen, bring 'em back to the streets
Like a brick on consignment interlining of the Mark Buchanan
Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks the understanding

We don't engage in war we elope orange juice style
Beat niggas to a pulp we broke nigga you just told
3 jokes me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things
See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range
Mines platinum his Champagne, niggas whisper 'cuz
If they talk they gets slain, y'all's was looking for me

On the charts the bricks came, left the same night
In the morning the chicks came I just use rap to put
Shit in my name the death's just a matter of time the
Hit's been arranged contracts signed the shits in your
Name, just to lame rap niggas I'm the king mother fuck
The ring mami kiss the chain I don't got game to waste on y'all

I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls I'm a hustla
Hit me with an eighth of raw and when I get on top
I'ma blaze all y'all keep 'em laced some more I know you
Want some things I drink a lot of water mami come clean
Chicks I pump her then dump her cars we got 'em bumper
To bumper rap niggas y'all days are numbered, nobody
Drop nothin' next summer, yeah

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top
I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me 'cuz you know we got shit locked

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top
I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me and you know we got shit locked

Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O, you heard me
You are about to witness a dynasty like no other
Beanie Siegal, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC
Memph Bleek, Young God
Jigga Man, get your mind right niggas

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Something 2 Die 4 - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Something 2 Die 4
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Deon Evans

Lyric:
(Get on)
Haha, I've changed, you mothafuckas kill, I've changed

It ain't that I've changed
But it's strange how you mothafuckas rearrange
When I found fame, point ya finger
At tha bad [Incomprehensible] guy

You know my momma usta tell me
If ya can't find somethin' 2 live 4
Then you best find somethin' 2 die 4
If there's hell below, we're all gonna go
(Deep, deep)

(Get on)
Latasha Hardings, remember that name
'Cause a bottle of juice is not somethin' 2 die 4
(Get on)
Young Quaid, remember that name
(If there's hell below, we're all gonna go)
'Cause all you mothafuckas
Go to your grave with that name on your brain
'Cause jealousy and recklessness is not somethin' 2 die 4

All you niggas out there, haha, you gotto crack a crumbles
When I say all you niggas, unite
One nigga teach two niggas, four niggas teach more niggas
All tha poor niggas, tha penn niggas
Tha rich niggas, tha strong niggas, unite
(Get on)

There's more us than it is of them, look around
(Get on)
(If there's hell below, we're all gonna go)
Check your strip, deep, deep
(Get on)
That's somethin' to die for, black, is somethin' 2 live 4
(Get on)
(If there's hell below, we're all gonna go)
What do I know?

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Ready 4 War - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Ready 4 War
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, M Mccleod, P Sawyer, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Ridin' with death
We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals
Ridin' with death
We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals

My nigga now
Majesty these niggas is after me, murder, redrum, redrum, redrum
My nigga now
Majesty these niggas is after me, murder, redrum, redrum, redrum

You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation
Yeah, you the next to get dropped, I don't hide the glock
Real niggas don't stop pop, pop
Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot
Top closing down on your caskets
Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
Putting in work since a nigga thirteen
Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse

See I won't hesitate to kill you
Wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs
Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga, what?
Bone niggas fin to do a little damage
Take over the planet with my daily tortures
Of course it's the nigga that's takin' no shorts
Smokin' on the newports your ghetto resource

And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch
And hit you with levels beyond your control
My momma never raised no punks and hoes
Just relier niggas comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough
I know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide
Makin' motherfuckers feel the vibe for life
In the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride

We're ready 4 war
Ridin' with death
We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals

We're ready 4 war
Ridin' with death
We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals

I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap, pap can't fade it
We stay heavily sedated comin' now back up my buck get shaken
Deeply dreaming about this demon, my daddy told me it was comin'
Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written
I'll be runnin' while turnin' around
And blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck 'em
Them fools come back like I'm ready for war, is that all you got?
Heard the mack was talkin' this

And that 'bout some of my incidents said
I smoke and snatchin' purses you heard this lil' EZ told me
Bitch clonin' little EZ's niggas so fuck you, you weren't original
Mono y, mono ain't no subliminal, hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin'
Catch me, caught me, must have seen
And they're gonna get your ass next weekend

We're ready 4 war
Ridin' with death
We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals

We're ready 4 war
Ridin' with death
We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals

My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics
Is the loss of life love and spirits
Capital offense for generics lost in the prison
Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin' in
Mark ass copy cat incoherence is crucial
Smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the Rodeo straight to the bottom
When your fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em, I'ma drop 'em

Surrounded by violence my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime
And this shrink wanna get in my head
'Cuz I'm amongst the walking dead
All I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red
Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin'
With the mastermind of all time
Letting niggas know we off in our prime
It'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine

Criminal-minded niggas been blinded
Looking for a style like Bone but can't see me
Just like mike everybody wanna be me
Study every movie nigga makin' on TV
Easy does it, do it easy, what it is number one
Better check the score
Here we go nigga, don't wanna fight no more
But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure

When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin' to the scripture picture
Little Ripsta can I get critical
And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies
Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal
With my automatic let you have it, you don't wanna see any evil

Motherfuckers, I'll take it to the people
Then I will meet you at the funeral
Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso, no witness is the usual
Further mo murder, mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes
When they call niggas hit the road
And when they get killed I'ma get your soul

You thinkin' I'm slippin' with niggas that itchin' to rob me
Yes, they want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns
And I'm stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun
Want some, come, come, come execution, redrum rum
See what you see in my eyes murder, murder, death defied
Burnt alive, fried when they die

No one was able to find them 'cuz their bodies went up in a fire
Fuck they family, try to creep
But you think I'm asleep 'cuz I'm pumpin' beats
Nigga better believe, we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah
Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute
You already suckas, I bet that you bent it, we sent it
We'll atest for the murder, we should, we dealt it
You thought you was flippin' but got K.O.D'd

Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there
The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it
Kicked a couple of niggas asses
Gotta take off and stay still blastin'
Locked in the state penitentiary but dog that ain't shit
Better make your money, baby
And pick up a couple of guns on the side
So when you ride and you get high
Don't let them haters run up your side

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I Don'T Wanna... - Lyrics - Fredro Starr

Title: I Don'T Wanna...
Artist: Fredro Starr
Composer(s): Anthony Golding, Fred Scruggs

Lyric:
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
Please help me on the journey, please

When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di
Blastin' Ready to Die, late night pushin' a five
Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five
Let the will go, like fuck it, closin' my eyes

Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden
To be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
'Cuz see ya now face flashin' on the MTV

Front page in the paper, front of the source
Jealous niggas laughin', pain and feel no remorse
Every mornin' kissin' my moms, readin' from psalms
Other rappers showin' love, dedicatin' me songs

When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last day's verse
Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
Wakin' up wit the smell of death, shakin' in cold sweats
Nightmares every night, breathin' of short breath

Wit gun to my head, won't be makin' me more stressed
The second chance of life, got me feelin' I'm Lord blessed
I'm God sent, here to talk to the children
Teach them not to blast, they gats wit no feeling

Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
Teach them 'bout the game of life, it's thug livin', we all die

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
I don't wanna die
Please help me on the journey, please

What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some time
I ain't see you in a while since you left in '89
And I still got the demos before we got signed
Every rhyme I write you be in the back of my mind

Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit went gold
Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to blow
Seen you uptown, burnin' niggas, testin' ya flow
Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over

Freaky Tah, what up my nigga? Damn you still look fly
You in heaven and you still gettin' high, pass the lye
Shit yo Eazy, what up dog? I know we never met
Used to bang niggaz with attitude, cleanin' the tech

Respect ya gangsta since the video you rhymed in the jail
Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hell
My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid
I'm still rewindin' and succedin' on the joint that we did

Niggerhood, damn the world, only got one verse
What up Banky? Who thought you would of made it here first
Big and Pac rollin' dice like they never had beef
Big Stretch, side bettin', standin' next to Trouble T

Though I never met Kadafi, what up God? Peace
By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?
It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott Larock
Dyin' 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
I don't wanna die
Please help me on the journey, please

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
I don't wanna die
Please help me on the journey, please

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
Please help me on the journey, please

Then years are dying, gotta keep your eying
Streets don't be lying, keep families crying
I don't wanna die, no, no yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna, wanna die

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Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply) - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Darryl V. Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur

Lyric:
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement

Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
are understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment
But released this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground

These niggaz is still fuckin' talkin'?
You nigga still breathin'?
Fuckin' roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid on you

All day
You punk muthafuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit

Bring It

Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran

Niggas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans

Pistol closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it

Expose Snakes 'cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti

I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is shitty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me

Looking for trouble
Right behind me
My outlaw niggas
Down to die for me

Naw what I mean

I hit the scene
Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare
I'm right there
My every word

A fucking night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs

Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in 'em

Cut 'em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode

Rather die
Murder muthafuckas lyrically
And I'm not gonna cry
Me

A born leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb bitch

Nigga eaters
And I won't whimper till I'm gone
Thug Life
Running through my veins
So I'm strong

Ha ha ha

Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa

Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
Nigga when I find you
Weak muthafuckas don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me

Yeah, yeah

West Coast Ridaz
Comin' right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy Killas

Got nothin' to lose, got no where to go
I only got one home see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude

But you'll never do
That's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch, I'm dyin' with choice

Kamikaze sicker than a mothafuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For the mothafuckin'' cash man

Then what is ya mothafuckin'' purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first bitch

Young Noble

Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a massive terror
Ya'll niggas lack, you ain't terrel

Half rapper half drug kingpen
Yer tellin' fairy tales son
Kickin' New York like you the mothafuckin'' one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit

From the Claire down to North Bricks
All my niggas flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard

Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by [unverified]
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time

Shoot first, look at there head burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's and Thug niggas on tha rise
Plan-plot-strategize
And bomb first

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Same Niggas - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Same Niggas
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Nashiem Myrick, Bruce Hornsby, Mason Betha

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Lyric:
Uh yeah yeah, shit is crazy yo, I feel you though nigga
Who woulda ever thought, same niggas, it'd be them same niggas
You are the same nigga though
Same nigga that couldn't get the deal
Now I?m the hottest nigga wit a deal, you ain't changed a bit

Yo niggas never got nothin' good to say quick to blame
'Fore you judge me feel my pain
You know it ain?t a vest in the world that could shield my reign
You ain?t got money for the gas bitch, get out the range

Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change
Nigga's feelin' like I changed but I?m feelin' the same
So who cares if they beg to differ
When all them niggas that beg to differ is coke-heads and sniffers

Take me for example, least I made it
You think niggas in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday, it's gon' be belated
When you me, everything you do get exaggerated

You miss a nigga pound they gon' say you flipped out
Take a piss in the street they say, you pulled your dick out
As a youth it?s just a lot of shit, I wanna live out
Got alot of friends but only had a few when I was without

Same niggas I was starvin', couldn?t get a crumb from
Sometimes I think, where all these mother fuckers come from
I needed money for school, couldn?t get no ones from
Got jumped in the park and couldn?t get the guns from

Instead of rollin' wit a clique, roll wit my sis
Hell no, these motherfuckers can't hold my stick
You think, I care if they get mad? I don?t owe them shit
Wanna hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga

We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas
Don?t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas
Same niggas get caught, blame niggas
Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas

It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel
It be the same motherfuckers that'll get you killed
Them same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggas
Them same niggas, that?s why I don?t fuck wit niggas

I got a brotha named Ant, right? Glad to be home
Been through a lot of shit so I?m glad to be grown
But yo', where were these freaks when I had no jeeps
Livin' on 34th Street and we ain?t have no heat

'Cross from P.S. 92, 7th and 8th
Asked you for dough and you said "No", dead in my face
But now that I?m on, it's like I owe everybody somethin'
All my niggas dead so everybody frontin'

Same kid's went to Catholic school is dealers
And same niggas had no heart is now killers
I reminisce on what I said in the mist
But even when I dream, it wasn?t better than this

But actually, the niggas who would scrap for me
Or go as far as gettin' guns and clap for me
Ain?t even here to get a platinum plaque for me
I talk to them but they don?t talk back to me

I ain?t know you that long so ain?t much I can ask of you
And when I reminisce, I can?t take it back wit' you
I can?t ask "Yo' what happen to my nigga Black or Q?"
So I don?t really need to rap wit you, ya know?

We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas
Don?t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas
Same niggas get caught, blame niggas
Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas

It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel
It be the same motherfuckers that'll get you killed
Them same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggas
Them same niggas, that?s why I don?t fuck wit niggas

Yo', I figured if we all out, it's all right
As long as when we all brawl we all fight
I'm under niggas hoses like roses
Here I am, M A dolla-sign E nigga, fear no man

Nigga hit me in the mouth and we bound to fight
Just call my bluff and it be on tonight
I got words of a madman tattooed on my arm
Ain't fuckin' wit my sister 'cuz I?m mad at my mom

Blink sayin', "That ain?t you wit a gat in your palm"
But Blink, it's either that or be harmed
So the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my flesh
Give a nigga last wish so he could pick his death

So my sister wanna rap and I wish her the best
But I would never wanna wish her my stress
'Cause it's like when I hurt, y?all laugh
They put me on every forecast sayin' that I bought ass

So I drink a tall glass before I spaz
Then I take it like a man and let it all pass
I wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand me
I show niggas love and niggas underhand me

Then they wonder why I want no family
What I need a hooker for, gettin' head from
And I fear when new year's come, 'cuz it might be the year
A good nigga die 'cuz when you good life ain?t fair

Like you call on the saints but the saints don?t hear
You could cry to the Lord, it's like Christ don?t hear
So instead of hood winkin', I give you the plain facts
If I never change, how I?m gon' change back, explain that

They sayin' Mase ain?t the same cat
But every time you get robbed I get ya chain back
Them same niggas, them same niggas
Them same niggas, them same niggas
That?s why I don?t fuck wit niggas

It's crazy like that, you know what I'm sayin'?
You'll be tellin' a nigga you got a deal
He think that that shit come with Rollies and they come wit' Benz's
Come with Bentleys and houses and shit
They don't need no one to work, a nigga quitin'

We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas
Don?t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas
Same niggas get caught, blame niggas
Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas

It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel
It be the same motherfuckers that'll get you killed

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Don'T Hate On Me - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Don'T Hate On Me
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Ain't it fucked up that when you work real hard
To get some shit and finally make it to the top of shit
That it's a whole gang of muthafuckas that hate
That shit and wanna take that shit

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

Nigga don't you hate on me muthafucka
Go get you some get off my dick bitch get out my mix
And tell me where the real niggas at put your blunts in the air
Y'all niggas get fried to this tear the roof off the motha
Tell me who the thuggish in this muthafucka

What you niggas really wanna do be ballas flossin'
Niggas wanna be me so they gotta be talkin'
Oh, we been hearin' what they say
And when I'm in they face what you say
Oh, nothin' busta hit him in his shit anyway, hey

That's how we play still thuggin' ain't a thang changed
Still the same name Leather Face
Real, real niggas that's all I gotta say you're fuckin'
With the real you're bound to get dusted
Really the real ain't shit to be fucked with

Protected by the Nina we ain't care for them nigga
The trigger finger itchy fix ya then hit up the whole block
Make a nigga close shop sho' nuff show-stopper
Fuckin' 'em up with these sawed-offs

Pumpin' the shotgun really unnecessary
'Cause all we want is a little respect that's all we want
But nigga you don't feel me, nigga you don't
Krayzie, Krayzie maybe insane and he with JD
Let it rip done slipped a clip into the gat Brat-tat-tat just like that

I ain't fin to be the bitch to procrastinate
If niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I have to take
Make a muthafucka masturbate

The hotter I get the more hate
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
That's outdated take 'em to the rehab and get 'em reinstated
My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense

Been the bomb since '74
Aries I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He wanna get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
I ain't persuade that easily but if you spend the cheese for me
Nigga we can fuck free frequently

You study me but another me could never be so
Broke the mold 6-0-6-4-4
when niggas are hauled off and hit you with the sawed-off
Seen plenty muthafuckas fall off with they drawers off

When I'm finished droppin' 'em all off on the West side of Chi
I'm ridin' high thinkin' of ways to make it through
The maze of the paper chase slidin' by
Keep a Luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)

See everywhere I go I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuck
I'm fly no matter what iced-up and all the hoes wanna fuck
Not to mention that a nigga got KT stacked-up, packed up
Everything I touch gold and platinum, what?

Niggas can't fuck with us like Busta Bust we dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got more y'all peel it's gone
It's why the ice grill on when I wheel on by y'all
Niggas in the corner back and forth

Like, "Fuck that little guy" don't worry
About me you need to worry about your goddamn self
How your shit on the shelf and how you sit around
Wishin' that a nigga was signed to So So Def

I'm a A T L A N T A, nig never been known to play with
Can't none of y'all see so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit, uh-uh
With all your people hatin' people hatin' and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up and take heed
To what my nigga's sayin' in the hook

Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Don't hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
(Go get you some, go get you some)
...

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Die - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Die
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Daven Vanderpool, Edgar Hill, Dwight Grant, Eddie Scoresazy

Lyric:
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave

When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probably die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
Die on stage, rippin' down tours
Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores
Die 'cuz I didn't have one in the pipe
Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'
No vest section from my chest missin'

Die 'cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
In a V twizzy in a reckless collision
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
'Cuz a broke ass nigga tried to say I assed bet 'em
Die from a shot from a cig war glock
From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
Or die 'cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'

Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed
Die 'cuz a nigga thought I snitched to the feds
Die wit a knife six inches in my head
I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
Or die 'cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker
I was high off vodka, hydro, and malt liquor
Die 'cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
Die 'cuz the cops tricked me to say that man

Die 'cuz I hesitated to spray that man
Die 'cuz I hesitated to pay that man
Die 'cuz my man passed me a empty tool
Die 'cuz I panicked, couldn't keep my cool
Die 'cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
Or die 'cuz them niggas in jail, envyed me
Die tryin' to steal the fate of my enemy
I could go out from a case of mistaken identity

Or die 'cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked
Die 'cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't cock
Die 'cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block
Die 'cuz them niggas thought the coke was in the spot
Die 'cuz another nigga said I said somethin'
Die 'cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
Die 'cuz a nigga was tryin' to get a name
Or die 'cuz it was just my time to feel the flame

Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine
Take a couple shots to the heart, to the brain
Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game
Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain
Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game
I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
I'd rather go out in the Masjid makin' Salott

We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave

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Don'T Hate On Me - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Don'T Hate On Me
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?

Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?

Nigga, don't you hate on me, motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
To the [Incomprehensible] to mother
Tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker

What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh, let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they say? "Oh nothin'"

Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway
That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
Still the same name, love the face
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say

You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by the niner, when you careful

The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
Make a nigga close shop, sho' 'nuff
Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
What's pumpin' the shotgun?

Real neccesary 'cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
Little rip done, slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat, just like that

I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate

Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
The salvate'll take 'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense

Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He want to get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me

I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
You study me, but another me could never be sold
Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4

When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off
On the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high

Thinkin' of way to make it through the major
Of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger
When it's time to die

Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?

Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?

See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed
I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck
Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?

Niggas can't fuck with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on

When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth, like "Fuck that little guy"
Don't worry 'bout me, you need to worry
'Bout yo' goddamn self

How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
I'm a A T L A N T alien
Never been known to play with

Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit
With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up
And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook

Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?

Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?

Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?

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