Niggaz Wanna Act - Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

Title: Niggaz Wanna Act
Album: Harlem World
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Richard Frierson, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Damon Blackmon, Hubert Yarborough

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Lyric:
Yo, check this out right
Harlem on da rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys

M A dollar sign E
And if you ever out tryin' to find me
I think I should warn you
I get hard when I want to
Angelettie, Bad Boy, niggaz ain't ready

Yo, you the type of cat in the building, holdin' the cracks
Playin' some the niggaz on the corner holdin' the gatts
Nigga come through, a nigga kill, never blow back
You the nigga, never did but send in all the facts

Yo, I know niggaz like you 'cuz I meet 'em all the time
And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine
If I lose, I get loc, put a fool in the yoke
Two to his throat, take his jewels and his coat

More than likely, you ain't got to like me
And this might be the last time I take you nicely
For my legion, fill up the season and start squeezin'
Niggaz talkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin'

There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'
You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we even
I'm from a cold world, where it's bleeding, 20 degrees in
Fahrenheit, niggaz get sniped for no reason

Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, niggaz do anything to anyone
And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin'
So, when you talk to Mase, better watch yo' mouth, son

Yo, if niggaz wanna act, we can act
You niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap
You niggaz got gatts, we got gatts
You niggaz wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get wild

If niggaz wanna act, we can act
If niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap
You niggaz got gatts, we got gats
You niggaz wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get wild

Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip
'Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit, new shit
Think the whole Harlem World on some clue shit

We crisp bub sippers, strip club niggas
Peace to the street team, y'all get love niggaz
Six years ago I was the have-not nigga
Hot nigga, represent for all my block niggaz

Now, I'm 6 drop niggaz, baggette rock niggaz
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop niggaz
Shock niggaz who thought I was a pop nigga
You go against Mase, you get your wig rocked nigga

Players like me'll leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when I see the bank stop, nigga
Hustle is a hustle, so, I never knock a nigga
Don't really fuck with Dame but still I cop Jigga

If niggaz wanna act, we can act
You niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap
You niggaz got gatts, we got gatts
You niggaz wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get wild

If niggaz wanna act, we can act
If niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap
You niggaz got gatts, we got gats
You niggaz wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get wild

Yo, I do this everyday, why brag about the glory?
Tell you the whole truth, never half the story
You wasn't no hater, you'd probably be happy for me
Billboard first slot in every category

Niggaz say they love me, they don't love me
I know deep down they wanna slug me
I feel the vibe when they hug me
Luckily, I rock jewels that be chuckie
Over Iceberg Rhugby, pushin' a Benz buggey

For a better batch, roll fever for notes
And need I approach little niggaz seated in coach
I mean, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach
The seed in my smoke, the niggas ain't cheap, they broke

Oh yeah, this my dough year
Jealousy and envy'll get you nowhere
You don't like me, bet against me
You right, got dough do whatever you like
I get front row seats on the night of the fight

My Roley too tight, how many link, loosen my ice
And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I beat the deuce twice
Niggas who don't make dough, I can affil'ate with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willieism

Whatever you want, we can do
We can do it better
And you niggaz wanna scrap? We can scrap
Niggaz wanna wild? We wild

However niggaz like it, you get it
Harlem World, Bad Boy, nice Chevy
It's '97, yeah, Harlem on the rise
And you don't really want no problem wit us guys

Got my man Cardan with me
K F C, D R E, Blinkey blink
Cooda Love, Utto

Black Fred, Big D, Puff Diddy
You know we get bitches
Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee
You don't stop, we won't stop

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We Don'T Give A - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

Title: We Don'T Give A
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): J Jackson, A Colon

Lyric:
Sick mothafuckers, go head, throw up nigga
Yeah, yeah, okay, I know you punk, I know, I know

If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
Okay, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor?

I'm like you except I date supermodels
The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
We get the same parties probably
My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than livin' wit hate cancer

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna
And Dosie cabanna, toast by a nana
I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin' in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the [Incomprehensible] but I'm gonna
I keep toastin' the armor
For niggaz who supposed to be drama

I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
F A B O L O U S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandals
'Cause it's all bullshit my attroneys can handle
Ya insides be burnin' like candles
Rippin' down posters, turnin' the channels
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yeah

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

I look at these brothers and laugh
Jealous niggas don't hate havin', just others that have
I still got love for the ave
Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
I speak on others behalf, only hate makin' money
And gotta give the government half
You know this brother live last
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have

I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
If you live it's luck nigga

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

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Gangsta Niggaz - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Gangsta Niggaz
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Lola Mitchell

Lyric:
We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D he wanna act like he buff
On the parking lot he becking tryna act like he stuck
Showing out in front of hoes tryna act like he cut

If it's money lookin' funny he goin' act like he must
Tell his boys he made a stain meaning act like he bust
On a nigga on dem things meaning act like he touch
Said he missed em when he shot meaning act like he ducked

Met a super bad bitch he wanna act like he fucked
Said he got the chewing first he wanna act like she sucked
Ridin' other niggas Rovers tryna act like his truck
Selling other niggas dope tryna act like his stuff

On them heavy niggas dick you better act like you up
He just a fagot pussy whip you better act like enough
Just because he just a lemon he a act like he us
Fallen weak for chicken women nigga act like you rough

We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

Triple six we don't like you hoes
And you know we quick to 'blop blop'
We quick big creeping up foes foes
And you know we keepin' that 'glock glock'

We stayin' riding in dem Chevvys
And you know and our pain is 'flip flop'
We walkin' right dead on your porch
And you know we ain't goin 'knock knock'

You bitches better call the fuckin' cops
Black Haven niggas acting up all on the fuckin' block
We made it hot, we out the frame and niggas know it main

What's hard about it we so quick to do the damn thing
We bouncin', bouncin', swanging, swanging, and we can't be playing
My Cincinnati naughty niggas know what I be saying
We stayin' representing the south wit golds in our mouth

These other boys off in this bitch know what we be about
We burning rubber leaving rubbers in his fuckin' bed
To let him know that we been here and his girl been so bad
You fuckin' round wit some pimps when you come down here

Be walking round wit a limp fuckin' off down here
We gangsta niggaz

We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

I be here nigga what riding?
Partner smoking, crunking, funking in an overseas car
Ya'll don't know I be stepping

B-A-Z be rapping
Always down to buck a sucker triple six my weapon
Bitch I'm a women I done paid all my dues
I done shot up niggas homes got they bodies on the news hoe

Stay smoking dro, stay studio bumped out
Mobbing wit them boys on that vay nigga blowed out
What you wanna do, pimping gangsta boo

Bitch I'll fuck yo nigga and yo mutherfuckin' bitch too
Coward sissy nigga you ain't know crazy lady got that doe
Riding Cadilliac on vogues yelling fuck you funky hoes
And I got my glock out ready to pop a bitch right in that grill

Tryna step up to me wrong that's what got yo ass killed
Never be a hesitater always ready to pull the trigger
Everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
Bitch

We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

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Get At Me Dog (Bad Boy Remix) - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Get At Me Dog (Bad Boy Remix)
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): D Styles, Sam Taylor, S Jacobs, Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields, J Phillips, Damon Blackmon

Lyric:
Yeah, I'm right here dog
Where my dogs at?
We right here dog
Where my dogs at?
I'm right here dog

What must I go through to show you shit is real?
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggaz feel
Rob then I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
Well don't make me show you with the Magnum
If you don't know by now then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit thats got me jackin', niggaz flippin'
I got my man and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty
Crimey, it's all for the money, is you wit me?

Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime
And when it's on we transform like optimus prime
I'll form the head, roll out, let's make it happen
If we ain't gonna get it wit them, we'll take the cap down
Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz
Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's off this nigga
A novice nigga, never made a sound
Breath too fuckin' hard like you gettin' bust down

Ya niggaz wanna be killers?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz wanna feel us?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz want the bread?
Get at me dog

Rrrrrr arf arf
What the deal?

Ya niggaz wanna be killers?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz wanna feel us?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz want the bread?
Get at me dog

Yeah, rrrrr arf arf
What the deal?

Nowadays, don't get to good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin niggaz
What you doin'? Robbin' niggaz, jerkin' niggaz, stickin' niggaz
'Cause they deserve it, with money got murdered
They know we died slow if they heard it
The nigga there blew up the spot a while
And the mother fucker ain't got shot in a while
And the stacks will light up, will fuck the night up
Blow everything in sight up, fuck around and I'll have your ass right up

What makes you think you wasn't able to stand?
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm wastin' time
I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin' mine
I suck it all up like a sicka fly
'Cause nowadays gettin' by, catchin'
An occasional meal and gettin' high
I live to die, that's where I'm headed
Let your man hold somethin', now it's all about you can get it

Ya niggaz wanna be killers?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz wanna feel us?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz want the bread?
Get at me dog

Rrrrrr arf arf
What the deal?

Well in the back wit ya faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathin' but you dead from the waste down
The fuck is on your mind talkin' that shit that you be talkin'
And I bet you wish you never got hit, 'cause you be walkin'
But shit happens and fuck it, you would of did ya dirt
Niggaz is wonderin' how the fuck you hid your skirt
Right under they eyes like a surprise to the guys
Just one of their man's was a bitch in disguise

I'm fuckin' with cats and order heads and slaughter more kids
Let me hollar at y'all that wanna borrow the raw shit
Knahmean? I'm just robbin' to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin' the street
When we starve then we eat whatever's there
Come on you know, the code in the street, whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk, about him knockin'
On eleven thirty three of New York

Transformin' us niggaz so get it quick
You know for real that nigga can't fuckin' suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game
To barely move me, 'cause when I blow shit up
I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Argh! You know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggaz, it's like "Protected by Viper, stand back"
What's that? I thought you niggaz was killas, demented
Fuck y'all what me with this coward, finish him, lets end it

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Get At Me Dog - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: Get At Me Dog
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): D Styles, Sam Taylor, S Jacobs, Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields, J Phillips, Damon Blackmon

Lyric:
Yeah, I'm right here dog
Where my dogs at?
We right here dog
Where my dogs at?
I'm right here dog

What must I go through to show you shit is real?
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggaz feel
Rob then I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
Well don't make me show you with the Magnum
If you don't know by now then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit thats got me jackin', niggaz flippin'
I got my man and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty
Crimey, it's all for the money, is you wit me?

Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime
And when it's on we transform like optimus prime
I'll form the head, roll out, let's make it happen
If we ain't gonna get it wit them, we'll take the cap down
Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz
Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's off this nigga
A novice nigga, never made a sound
Breath too fuckin' hard like you gettin' bust down

Ya niggaz wanna be killers?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz wanna feel us?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz want the bread?
Get at me dog

Rrrrrr arf arf
What the deal?

Ya niggaz wanna be killers?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz wanna feel us?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz want the bread?
Get at me dog

Yeah, rrrrr arf arf
What the deal?

Nowadays, don't get to good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin niggaz
What you doin'? Robbin' niggaz, jerkin' niggaz, stickin' niggaz
'Cause they deserve it, with money got murdered
They know we died slow if they heard it
The nigga there blew up the spot a while
And the mother fucker ain't got shot in a while
And the stacks will light up, will fuck the night up
Blow everything in sight up, fuck around and I'll have your ass right up

What makes you think you wasn't able to stand?
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm wastin' time
I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin' mine
I suck it all up like a sicka fly
'Cause nowadays gettin' by, catchin'
An occasional meal and gettin' high
I live to die, that's where I'm headed
Let your man hold somethin', now it's all about you can get it

Ya niggaz wanna be killers?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz wanna feel us?
Get at me dog
Ya niggaz want the bread?
Get at me dog

Rrrrrr arf arf
What the deal?

Well in the back wit ya faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathin' but you dead from the waste down
The fuck is on your mind talkin' that shit that you be talkin'
And I bet you wish you never got hit, 'cause you be walkin'
But shit happens and fuck it, you would of did ya dirt
Niggaz is wonderin' how the fuck you hid your skirt
Right under they eyes like a surprise to the guys
Just one of their man's was a bitch in disguise

I'm fuckin' with cats and order heads and slaughter more kids
Let me hollar at y'all that wanna borrow the raw shit
Knahmean? I'm just robbin' to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin' the street
When we starve then we eat whatever's there
Come on you know, the code in the street, whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk, about him knockin'
On eleven thirty three of New York

Transformin' us niggaz so get it quick
You know for real that nigga can't fuckin' suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game
To barely move me, 'cause when I blow shit up
I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Argh! You know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggaz, it's like "Protected by Viper, stand back"
What's that? I thought you niggaz was killas, demented
Fuck y'all what me with this coward, finish him, lets end it

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Won On Won - Lyrics - Cocoa Brovaz

Title: Won On Won
Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Composer(s): Tekomin Williams, Carlton Ridenhour, Hank Shocklee, Darryl (Jr) Yates, D Matthews

Lyric:
Smokin? lah, me got flav
Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's

Who wanna look like, wanna act like us?
Wanna be like, roll the trees like us
Wanna talk like, wanna walk like us
Wanna flip like get ripped like us

Wanna act like know you're black like us
Wanna flip like kick shit like us
Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us
Tek and Steele, won on won, Smoky Guns, what?

Ding, that's the sound of the bell
Oh shit is all you heard before you fell
To the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers
And pants get, try to challenge, get damaged

Plain and simple with bandages around your temple
Easily erased out the picture like pencil
Peeped me once, saw me again, got your pistol
I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple

Son, hold my A V, let me rock this nobody
Comin' out the closet tryin' to stop my money
Actin' like you're sweet 'cause he ain't see me in the streets
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet

You called me, I was there on some candyman shit
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch
Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw
Walk away, parley in front of Ahmed's store

We don't give a what about you, tell them niggaz who sent you
Let 'em come, have 'em all open wide like dentals
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to

Nigga, I'd wish you'd talk about runnin' for guns
Get your Bankhead bounce like insufficient funds
Left ass out a home beggin' like bums
Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs

I'm from N Y C I T Y, stay high
Lazy eye, ghetto celeb, rap guy from Bed-Stuy
Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes
Losin' your attention, takin' up your time

I gets mine and breathe, ?bout it ?bout it like P
Too many wannabe me
Wanna flow blow hold dough like Smoky Lah
Fly across seas, blow shows for BCC

But you can't be, you heard me, you soft like porridge
You ain't gettin' money and you have no courage
Introducin', the one who gets you bugged like a loosie
Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee

Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me
Don't toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the army
I swarm like bees, plus sting too, bring grooves
I blow 'em out like hankies, nab you like cops do

For the longest I've been waitin' to take it to these Jafaicans
Corner eye ballin' on the moves that we was makin'
Thinkin' that we lost it 'cause our line was closed
Can't stop a hungry nigga with nothin' to live, foe

I'ma see that dough, many hustlers I know
Three car long shark, white chalk and cee-lo
Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you
Not to sit by the line, test mine, crime stoppers won't find you

Before we come kickin' your door to the floor
Throw you to the wall, makin' you our prisoner of war
Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo
Attack you from your front, open you back with my scalpel
Snatch two, niggaz from the crew if they got
Anythin' to do with motherfuckers comin' back to avenge you

I intend to get down for my temple, keep a strong mental
When dealin' with evils that men do
Them who fail to comprehend
I recommend you remember you're dealin' with men

Who'll send you off in a coffin
'Cause far too often niggaz are gettin' lost and it's costin'
Body parts from anybody that starts
We play the hackers takin' rappers apart

Dissect 'em from they rectum to they necks
Double check them make sure shit's correct then direct them
To the section, where the session's in progression
Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun

Won on won
Won on won

Wanna act like us
Wanna talk like, wanna look like us
Wanna walk like, wanna bust like
Wanna flip like, wanna rep like us

Wanna get clip, wanna kick like us
Wanna get shit, hit just like us
Wanna smoke lah, smoke the black like us
You can?t fuck with us

Won on won
Won on won

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Look At The Grillz - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Look At The Grillz
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

Lyric:
Look at the grill, look at the grill
Look at the grill, look at the grill
Look at the grill

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
(Hey, Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga)

Chevy super clean, two or three screens
Watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more scream
Just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king

This green I smoke we call it drow
It's dead-liest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into a murder scene

I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
Should not since my early teens
But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
You can bring all the niggaz you want to bring

Hey, I thought you were runnin' things
All you did was run the screens
Must be out his mind thinkin' the steel won't touch him
See it on the bush let it burn like Usher

Click, click, bang you can end the discussion
Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal would spray broad day ain't nothin'
The lilac one AK doing somethin'

I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you wanna
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach
He acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin'
Somebody phinna to have put [incomprehensible]

I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me
Take a special kind of nigga to defies me
Similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since '93
Niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me
I've been the G you're tryin' to be
I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers
And killers true niggaz gonna ride me

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
Look at the grill

Take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south
Still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy
Look at both of my grills, my motherfuckin' mouth
Looking just like the rims on the Chevy

Pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills
Come and take a trip with me to hater Ville
On some 24 omegas and gator grill fuck a twist
Fuck you bitch, I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch
Roman gold shine so hard niggaz out here
Know they can't touch that shit

I don't trip, niggaz pull up
I be lookin' proud when I bust that Dutch
Specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac
And the bubbles in the Hummer truck

When you see a nigga cruise through
Niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
Mother fucker wanna take my style
'Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fuckin' with the bonnet grills

And the haters wanna see me fall
How can I let y'all niggaz play me
Shited on their good then I pull up
From my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG

Twista bitch and I from the shy
With my Memphis connect and I ain't going' lie
We be specializing in and up coming with dope shit
And pulling up in cool whips that's fly
Still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow
While I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
Look at the grill

Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
Wood grain, wheel grippin', Cinderella sippin'
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken

Money players is demon like I'm willy beamin'
Like a bitch that practice suckin' dick and drinkin' semen
She sceamin', dreamin', wishin' she can be my number one
Forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun

Don't try to ever take my cash from me
You mine as well, jump of a cliff you fuckin' crash dummy
Like that's my last money
This for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators
We don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later

But I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fuckin' haters
And I'm hiddin' gators on the refrigerator
Down south Memphis Tenn pimpin' gotta rep it
The third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin'

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
Look at the grill

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Husslin' - Lyrics - Cassidy

Title: Husslin'
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Barry Reese, Kasseem Dean, Galt Macdermot

Lyric:
Turn it up so they can hear this
It's full surface, y'all
Cassidy c'mon
I said "It's full surface, y'all"
Cassidy, c'mon

These niggaz wanna act like Cass, wanna stack like Cass
Wanna copy my gear, wear they hat like Cass
Then they try to spit it on a track like Cass
But niggaz hear the track and say, "That's not Cass"
Cats don't be clappin' wit the gat like Cass
One shell'll make back crack like crabs

Ya flow played out, you been wack like plaid
I peel bills and they come back like scabs
The hoes know won't nobody Mack like Cass
Lay the pipe and hit it from the back like Cass
The chain hang, diamonds in that like glass
This crap life switched to the rap life fast

From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin'
(All night long)
I'm husslin'
(To the break of dawn)
Come on

From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin'
(All night long)
I'm husslin'
(To the break of dawn)
Come on

These niggaz wanna shop like Cass, play the block like Cass
Wanna copy my flow so they hot like Cass
Niggaz try and get it on lock like Cass
But niggaz hear ya shit and say, "That's not Cass"
You don't take bullets out the box like Cass
Load guns that hold a hundred shots like Cass

Roll like cass, stroll like Cass
Got the blimp that be pimpin' all the hoes like Cass
Niggaz don't be sittin' in the Rov like Cass
Wit the Rolls gold, got they wrist froze like Cass
Who can play the strip and get it sold like Cass
This rap life done switched to my old life fast

From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin'
(All night long)
I'm husslin'
(To the break of dawn)
Come on

From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin'
(All night long)
I'm husslin'
(To the break of dawn)
Come on

These niggaz want a brick like Cass to get rich like Cass
Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass
It's a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass
But niggaz hear they shit and say, "That's not Cass"
I get mad when try and bees like this
And dudes that produce try and bees like Swizz

They hit the keys on the MP's like Swizz
But when the beat play I say, "He's not Swizz"
Y'all niggaz just can't shine like us
We put in time, niggaz ain't grind like us
Name two niggaz you could find like us
Wit the hard beats and the hard rhymes like us

From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin'
(All night long)
I'm husslin'
(To the break of dawn)
Come on

From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin'
(All night long)
I'm husslin'
(To the break of dawn)
Come on

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Spittin' Pollaseeds - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Spittin' Pollaseeds
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): William Calhoun, Jerry Buddy Long, Keith Edward Crouch, O'Shea Jackson, Kipper Jones, Rahsaan Patterson

Lyric:
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I'm spittin' pollaseeds

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
These niggaz is too salty
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up

Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga rap
It's The Muppet Show, most niggaz need A&R
To tell 'em how to fuck a hoe

Ice Cube, true emcee
Write everything I say, even back in the day
I'ma spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick
You can keep your catchy lines
I'm 'bout to write a rhyme

If you got a backpack tryin' to act black
Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin' vulture
You never approached a mic
You're dressed like a dyke sayin' what ya don't like

Who deserve ?5 Mics?, who deserve 2
But the nigga with 2 still can serve you
This West Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
'Cause the salt might make you choke

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
Because these niggaz is salty, they'll make you choke
Oh oh, you niggaz got me fucked up

I'm spittin' pollaseeds on the porch with the torch
In case these niggaz come around to see the Porsche
When I brandish, motherfuckers vanish
They don't understand like a nigga speakin' Spanish

No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here, now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now, you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by the motherfuckin' sting ray

Jumpin' over niggaz, y'all better king me
Put your rap careers up on eBay
Crazy Toones is the motherfuckin' DJ
Baby, drop to your knees, he deserves a BJ

I got a big brother nicknamed CJ
When you see him in the hood, take it easy
If you a breezy, take him to the heezy
Do him like Halle Berry did Michael Ealy

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
'Cause the salt might make you choke

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
Because these niggaz is salty, they'll make you choke
Oh oh, I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I'm spittin' pollaseeds

Quick to twist ya, hit ya, it's the chipper
Pistol gripper, skip-skipper runnin' up in your rear view mirror
Ready to bust with my bandana bumpin' oldies
Cube throw me the lob like Odom to Kobe

So, I could bust a Crip-walk on these niggaz
Yellow tape off these niggaz, fuck all these salty niggaz
They can't hold our shit
Gangsta rap ain't dead, motherfuckers just stole our shit

All you niggaz owe us alimony
All you did was switch your name and ate our style up like ravioli
On your club raps I'm pissin', talk shit, I'll knock your Comodi glasses
Off your face under the transmission, nigga

From the Westside fuckin' up the program
With the surplus hanky hangin' out the Brougham
Dub Sizzla, dippin' on them 'draulics and D's
Spittin' shells at you niggaz like pollaseeds

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
'Cause the salt might make you choke

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
Because these niggaz is salty, they'll make you choke, oh oh

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[Incomprehensible]
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I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
'Cause the salt might make you choke

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
Because these niggaz is salty they'll make you choke, oh oh

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What'S Really Good - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: What'S Really Good
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Aquanza Jones, Jimmy Jones, Earl Simmons, Laron James

Lyric:
Uh, uh yeah, we back in the fucking building
Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana
Freaky, came in second half
Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is
What? Is what's really good? That's the question

Suicide sickness, child negligence
Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence, but what?
But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga

Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow, nope
We big dogs, all on the chow down
Chow and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out asap

Aight, now boy, not tonight
I where a bomb to the court like it's a icey white
I'm real icey right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's really good?

Nothing, see me on fifty five, black scooped it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act stupid
Mac had to move it, from the hood like
What's really good?

I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around
Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around
Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three
Southpaw Portuguese, what's really good?

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
Forty four lead when I'm spitting shots to the head of my victims
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin'

They go through extreme measures to get 'em
Them chains and them treasures the glistening
You got three hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me y'all what's really good?

Top of the drop when it's missing
My block when it's clickin'
These rocks when they glistening
What's really good?

One forty fifth on this crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good?
Mostly me and sometimes them
But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them

Squally, so through your set up please
Let me know if you're really good
And let me know if you really hood

All my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

I like this beat, drums and bells
Remind of bullets, bodies, guns and shells
I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker
When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her

Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly
Air the shit out like the end of State Property
No run away robber, gunner stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really good?

I'm in the buggy mon', with the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky Charms
Lotta dudes, yelling out fuck me, uh?
I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on

It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey
Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth
When I stepped out the box homey
I still got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty

I told you I can count on my boy
I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy
Shit and just when I thought it was getting worst
I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh

You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
What's really good? Me motherfucker
Don't play with this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the eight a spit

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Lil' Jon

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: Lil' Jon
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking
No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
(What)
(What)
I could gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
(Fuck off)

Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood and you know what?
(Fuck off)
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right
(Fuck off)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)
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(What)
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(What)
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(What)

Still posted on the block, still slangin' that coke
Still runnin from the cops, still lettin' 'em bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made, beause blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me

Rolling with 'em head bustas, my niggaz splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood and I represent the street
Send money to the pen, still fucking with C
(Okay!)

R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
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Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done till it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing and so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga

I'm underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'ma be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage

Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
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(What)
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I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
Nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Maize
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin' case, nigga

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin' motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy, nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And 'em hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
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(What)

You have what
Have mercy to start the car man
Man let's do it

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Good Side Bad Side - Master P

Title: Act A Fool
Album: Good Side Bad Side
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

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Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking
No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
(What)
(What)
I could gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
(Fuck off)

Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood and you know what?
(Fuck off)
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right
(Fuck off)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

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(What)
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Still posted on the block, still slangin' that coke
Still runnin from the cops, still lettin' 'em bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made, beause blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me

Rolling with 'em head bustas, my niggaz splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood and I represent the street
Send money to the pen, still fucking with C
(Okay!)

R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
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(What)
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(What)

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(What)
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(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done till it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing and so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga

I'm underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'ma be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage

Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
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I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
Nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Maize
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin' case, nigga

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin' motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy, nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And 'em hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

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You have what
Have mercy to start the car man
Man let's do it

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No Time - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: No Time
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): James Brown, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, Steve Jordan, Vickie Anderson

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Lyric:
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches

Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
96 models, Bad Click on the stroll
Tell 'em how we roll, cruise control

Nuttin' make a woman feel betta
than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin' in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin' to stick a nigga for his pe-sos

If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
Nanny nanny, punanny donny, hey

No time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little

Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa, you da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby

Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin' babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty

Or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap
Lil' Kim pussy how preposterous is that?

No time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra
Diggin' in your stash
Niggaz think they gonna get some ass, no money, money
No licky licky, fuck the dicky dicky

And the quickie, gimme your loot, your Mac-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd

Make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin'
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin that old shit, we makin' hits

Platinum and gold shit
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
That's right, nine-six Bad Boy c'mon

No time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

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Waitin' Ta Hate - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace) - Ice Cube

Title: Waitin' Ta Hate
Album: War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish J Smith, George Jr Clinton, O'Shea Jackson, William Lee Nichols, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, Allen Williams

Lyric:
Ain't no California love

I see them niggaz
You see them niggaz?
I see them niggaz

Look at them niggaz just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate
Look at them bitches just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate

Get your ride on, ride on
This ain't the day for you to die on, die on
I'm a nigga that they lie on, lie on
See these shoes you wanna try on, try on

Yo, we can go to war with the enemy
All we need is AK's and Hennessy
This ain't back in the days of Tennessee
Pull the trigger and release the energy

See muthafuckas run till they catch one
In the back and it might cause a cardiac
Bitch act like he died and we brought him back
Him screamin' for his mama and his sister pack

Flat line, these niggaz wanna act like
They ain't never had a full can of act-right
Make me pull out my gat, right
And smoke his muthafuckin' ass like a crack pipe

So what you sayin', muthafucka?
We ain't playin', muthafucka
AK'n muthafuckas
So what you sayin', muthafucka?
We ain't playin', muthafucka
AK'n muthafuckas

Look at them niggaz just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate
Look at them bitches just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate

Get your smoke on, smoke on
Here's another verse to choke on, choke on
To all my niggaz in the pen, get your yoke on
To all my thugs in the house, get your loc on

We can really give a fuck about a broke home
All we care about is bitches we can poke on
Nigga, what's that bullshit that you spoke on?
Better roll on 'fore we split your whole dome

'Cause you're fuckin' with Ice Cube the Terrible
Fuck around, I make your life unbearable
Make you live all scary and careful
Come through my neighborhood, you better tip-toe

'Cause if you loud, then you might get chased down
Westside Connection catch a case now
Po-po's find your monkey ass face down
Tell your mama that you in a better place now

So what you sayin', muthafucka?
We ain't playin', muthafucka
AK'n muthafuckas
So what you sayin', muthafucka?
We ain't playin', muthafucka
AK'n muthafuckas

Look at them niggaz just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate
Look at them bitches just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate

Ain't no California love
You can hate me now
Ain't no California love

To all my niggaz with the lleyo
They rock it up like Play-Doh
They cook it up like Waco, better do what I say so
Better lay low, 'cause you fuckin' with a halo

Death to the niggaz with the big mouth
And death to you devils from the Old South
And death to you hoes turnin' tricks out
And death everyone that go the bitch route

Check it, if you infected by this record
Bow down butt-naked and pray to God
Ice Cube won't spare the rod
Westside Connection here to mob, nigga, rob

We can take it to the streets
We can take it to the concrete
You niggaz know where the Don be
You bitches ain't tryin' to find me
All you haters need to shut the fuck up and get behind me

Look at them niggaz just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate
Look at them bitches just waitin' to hate
Waitin' to hate, waitin' to hate

So what you sayin', muthafucka?
We ain't playin', muthafucka
AK'n muthafuckas
So what you sayin', muthafucka?
We ain't playin', muthafucka
AK'n muthafuckas

This is dedicated to them haters
Who ain't gon' kill nothin'
And who ain't gon' let nothin' die
You know 'em, you know 'em

When you see Ice Cube you better holla
And pop a collar
When you see Ice Cube you better holla
And pop a collar

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