Damn (Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Damn (Remix)
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Jeffrey Grigsby, Cedrick Leonard, Jonathan H Smith, Sean Joseph, Craig D Love, Robert W Iii Mc Dowell

Lyric:
Okay, okay, okay
This Sean Paul, Lil Jon
J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy

It's A-Town
(105 road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town, Attic Crew you already know
(East side for dem hoes)
Lil John, East side Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul
Let me tell ya like dis here boy
(Let's go)

They callin' me to come back to the streets
Sean P. A.K.A Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They comin' whole they livin' in the month of February

Okay then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in tha door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T I C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me

Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold feelin'
It's Youngbloodz A-Town

Malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John, he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be

Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder

'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash alcohol

And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt

Oh, you fo' sho' with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit, me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

'Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with shake 'em off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rookie don't be surprised

We buckin' blowin' killa and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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Damn! (Pitbull Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Damn! (Pitbull Remix)
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Jeffrey Grigsby, Cedrick Leonard, Jonathan H Smith, Sean Joseph, Craig D Love, Robert W Iii Mc Dowell

Lyric:
Okay, okay, okay
This Sean Paul, Lil Jon
J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy

It's A-Town
(105 road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town, Attic Crew you already know
(East side for dem hoes)
Lil John, East side Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul
Let me tell ya like dis here boy
(Let's go)

They callin' me to come back to the streets
Sean P. A.K.A Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They comin' whole they livin' in the month of February

Okay then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in tha door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T I C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me

Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold feelin'
It's Youngbloodz A-Town

Malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John, he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be

Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder

'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash alcohol

And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt

Oh, you fo' sho' with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit, me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

'Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with shake 'em off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rookie don't be surprised

We buckin' blowin' killa and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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Kronologik - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Kronologik
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, Ricardo Brown

Lyric:
You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

'91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill a man
That was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty?
Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92, a year later, 'bout a million records sold
From doin' shows like lollapalooza on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom
Takin' pictures for high times, me mugs and sen
Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed
But it was time to hit the studio for another LP

'93, black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from insane in the brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot
It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it
In rap music, but it was a feat none the less
So we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin' stress

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

'94 still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block
Called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked
How could all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage

'95 I was alive and survived so far
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star
'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin', pain, enhanced illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution

'96 wit' no support we were still makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves
But like every legend every click, someone had to split
So the Dogg left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies
But the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

'97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew
The Dogg came back home but after Smokin' Grooves 2
Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu
This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

'98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV
But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall
'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all
We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen
And the old chemistry, just reared it's head again

'99 I got to recline, because there was no doubt
That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out
'99 was even better than the year of '98
And Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate

Two-thousand fifteen million records sold
They broke the mold, but there's others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis
Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never been outdated

We ain't goin' out, motherfucker
That's right, fuck that!
You don't know
That's big time Cypress Hill
Motherfuckin' renovators up here

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

It's the real
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Nigga
Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!

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Tess Shit - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Tess Shit
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Motherfucker I'm Kool Keith, motherfucker I'm cursin
You know I'm the type of guy to piss
And throw shit in your face if you're the right person
I don't give a fuck if your name is Tony Gerson

Ultimately figure the champion
Figure express shit, the best shit
You tess shit, caress shit
Talk more higher, then less shit
You aware, address shit
Impress shit, you confess shit
Ivory wash with the Zest shit
Fuck the weed and the sess shit
Don't bother with the pest shit
Check cash, you guess shit
Fuck the Coupe and the S shit
The talkin behind my back shit
The skirt and the dress shit
You really workin that East and West with the juice
It's some death shit, whack niggaz you sign
Get witcha girl, run your mouth with the Celeste shit
No worry, I get more, I fight and scuffle, at the Greek
I ain't down with that 'fess shit
You gonna rooter yourself and get your motherfuckin ass killed
With that bulletproof vest shit
Copy assholes, let the public hype you up on some wild West shit
Fightin ugly bitches on that obsessed shit
Old slang, I wouldn't say fresh shit
Soak shirts, take no shit
Put on your coat shit
Get out of here you smell like goat shit
Wheats and oats shit
You see you still on that flossin and that yacht and that boat shit
Don't say a word when I quote shit
If you real fuck your card, and go promote shit
Fuck the Virgin Islands, powder and float shit
Get your girl, fuckin run, you better fuckin go quick
Fertilizer, you better try to grow shit
You ain't no Don Juan on that stroll shit
You sniffin blow shit
You sit on the toilet, and go shit
Tell motherfuckers everywhere, this is pro shit
No G.I., I'm like my pops, I'm on some Joe shit
Some Grover mixin a little, mo' shit
You say OH SHIT
You can't get a slice of my pizza? No shit
Get off my stage, you ain't on my show, shit
Trumpets, you got some musical notes? You can't blow shit
You need to step back, go to shit

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We On That Shit - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: We On That Shit
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Anthony Fields, Kaseem Dean, Darrin Dean

Lyric:
Aight now get your guns, ain't no stopping me
Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree
The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right

Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, lata set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em all
Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine
And all that bitchin' that you doing, I got'cha kissin' this nine

Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes
I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry
On your knees, face in chest, lips shut
Fuck the mask, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what?

Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all
Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get it all
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

Uh, yo, yo, yo, I shoot backing out, P max them out
And the only way I don't get shit is if you stash the house
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels
Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled

I ain't getting' nada, forget that
Just sit back and watch me take everything even you're drough sack
Yeah, my bitch can roll with, smoking while we pack
Expensive paintings on your walls, gimme that

Ain't no slacking, time ain't a factor, I'mma get it all
Used to ball with your niggas, now I'm making you crawl across the floor
Ego crushed and I don't give a fuck
Small change to the range, heard what I said, give it up

I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight
And every night from now on, get it right
Why, why ask why? I'm simply living and I get what I want
By simply taking or you're simply giving

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

Y'all niggas faggottish
Cops spot me got me running out my kiss
Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist
Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch

I'm fast, he'd have to waste it and I ain't scared to blast
Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last
Ready for war, act like I ain't done this shit before
Practice on me next week, I'll be wanting more

Best believe you ain't gonna live to see tomorrow
My dogs already warned your mother, she'll be full of sorrow
Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screaming
I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming

Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds
Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I'm like what now
Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees
Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees
Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it I'ma make it simple

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

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Pack Your Shit - Lyrics - Hot - Melanie B (Melanie Brown)

Title: Pack Your Shit
Album: Hot
Artist: Melanie B (Melanie Brown)
Composer(s): Albert Charles, Jack Knight, Teddy Riley, Tijuan Frampton, Jimmy Singletary, Jonathan Walker

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Lyric:
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Can't you see now, baby
With the tears in my eyes I don't feel right
But you don't feel the same way
How can we live this way?

Got your girls on the telephone
Talkin' 'bout this and that, that and this
So pack your shit

Go on your merry little way
I've got no time for you today
No way

You said you hup'd up
But you never fucked up
So what the hell is this shit on my covers?

You say you love me
Every time you fuck me
How could you do this to me

Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Now wait a minute now, baby girl
You say the pain in your life is because of me
Then you go fucking up my clothes, my cars
Did all I have to do for you, baby

So check your best friend walkin' round the house
With those tight mini skirts and no drawers on
?Baby, you're a man in me?, she said
And I'll fulfill your every fantasy

That's when I hup'd up
But I never fucked up
You never found no shit up on no covers

Said I loved you
Every time I kissed you
How could you do this to me

Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

You said you hup'd up
But you never fucked up
So what the hell is this shit on my covers?

You say you love me
Every time you fuck me
How could you do this to me?

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
(No, no)

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

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Ain'T No N**** - Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Title: Ain'T No N****
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, L Crump

Lyric:
Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

I'm takin' my haterz off, I'm drinkin' a cup or two
Y'all niggaz ain't trill that's why we don't fuck with you
Y'all don't smoke dro, and y'all don't drank lean
Banana scare face and the underground king

Now you hear me, now you feel me
Now you love it nigga we still thuggin'
My twenty-fours rubbin' 'cause my rims are too heavy
I got my own liquor, now I can't hold the wheel steady

'Cause I been drinkin' while as the lights blinkin'
My Rolls gold shinin' with the mall, black diamonds
Me and Banner tag teaming again
Wake ya lazy ass up you bad dreamin' again

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

I walk into the party mayne bustin' and sprayin'
Bitches flyin' through the air of the shit that you sayin'
If you ballin' nigga bring it mayne fuck yo click
Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip

Like a pimp, get crunk, hoe collect me some ends
And if you trill send it out girl bring all ya friends
We blowin' swisha, Mr. Mississippi all in ya back
When it's over you can hop yo ass right straight out the 'Lac

Respect that-from the time of the jack it's all good
With some leather on my seats, steering wheel all wood
Mayne go on tell the feds like a pussy nigga should
Yeah tick, tick, tick bitch we blowin' up ya hood

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

You got Mr. Crunk and Mr. Layed back
And if you hated like a pimp bitch this the payback
We droppin' hit after hit you know they feelin' us man
You want us both for a show that's thirty-five grand

And we don't take checks we want the green man
Don't make us run up with that infrared beam man
Man, I'm all after ya momma house, gun in yo mouth
And I'm a try to blow ya brains out
And remember what you niggaz say about the south

Now they want a beat, now they want a verse
Now it's gonna hurt but you niggaz caused pain
I'm a put it in ya back with my Mississippi mac
That's it bitch have a good day

It's A to the B C for the niggaz
Who couldn't bring my cash
It's left, to the right, to the left, to the right
When a motherfucker whippin' yo ass

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, mayne fuck that bitch
Them niggaz talkin' shit, I'm a dump my clip

Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
So the rest of y'all niggaz eat-a-dick
(Eat-a-dick)

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1218 - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: 1218
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Craig Stevens

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Lyric:
1218
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)

Tighter than some 1218's, two sizes small
(1218)
1218, 1218, look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's, two sizes small
(1218)

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

Hey, check this out homeboy, I'm back up on the front line
It took some time but shit didn't have to cut lines
Hey, fuck your rhymes if you ever said fuck mine
I'm just playin', we should work on somethin' some time

I don't think so, you burned your bridges here
Rob don't show no love, love ain't fuckin' livin' here
1218, 1218, what's that mean?
Hit the scene, crisp and clean

Clear it all up like antihistamines
I spit so sick it's fuckin' sickening
I spit so sick I think I might need Listerine
Fuck it up whether you like it not

Chances are you're gonna like it a lot, how could you not?
I kid you not, I hit the spot, like I hit the weed
Like a fiend hits the crystal rock
I keep it old school like lockin' and poppin'
Till the day, I'm dropped in a coffin

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

Ese Lil Rob's back so you best back the fuck up
Quit your bluffin', poutin', huffin' and puffin'
I come in and keep it all the way live
I'm the vato with the CD that looks like a 45

People mistake me for a criminal
I'm into music though homeboy and I keep it so original
There is no equal, you can't find it
You can add it, divide it, subtract it or multiply it

I'm like a drug you get addicted when you try it
Can't fight the feeling, don't even try to fight it
If you don't like me
It's best to keep it quiet

I can't wait until we wake up the sleeping giant
(Shh)
I stay silent and I don't really like to get violent
So you can tell the real from the fake
I'm real LR the great, 1218

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella, mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's two sizes small

(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's two sizes small

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

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Excuses - Lyrics - Ginuwine

Title: Excuses
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Kowan Paul, Ginuwin

Lyric:
Yo, what's up? This is Ginuwine and I wanna tell you
It ain't no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out, this is my story

There's a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight

He might not and I know
'Cause I've done the same
You know I'm right there with you, dog
But she won't play the game

She will be done packed your bags
Sit 'em all there right outside your door
'Cause she's tired of the lyin' shit
And she ain't takin' no more, oh, no she ain't

Excuses
(Everybody has one)
Excuses
(She don't wanna hear them no more, oh)

Excuses
(She said take that shit elsewhere)
Excuses
(She don't wanna hear, no)
Excuses
(She don't)

Excuses
(She ain't got time for them)
Excuses
(So don't fill her mind with them, no)

Excuses
(She said take that shit elsewhere)
Excuses
(She don't wanna hear, no)
Excuses
(She don't)

Take her out, hold her hand, let her know you'll die for her
'Cause that's your lady, yes, that's your baby
She's a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what I'm talkin' 'bout

Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, don't you pull back now
'Cause sooner or later she'll be gone, what you're askin' now

Excuses
(Everybody has one)
Excuses
(But she don't wanna hear them no more)
(Oh, no she don't)

Excuses
(She said take that shit elsewhere)
Excuses
(Oh)
Excuses
(She don't)

Excuses
(Yeah, she)
Excuses
(Don't fill her mind)

Excuses
(She said take that shit else, oh, yes, she did)
Excuses
(Listen)
Excuses
(She don't)

Don't fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
You're no boy or little kid, you're grown
Standin' big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh

All that shit you're talkin' 'bout
Like you ain't heard the phone
She's up on it, dog, she's up on it, dog
And all that fake shit like your beeper was off
She's up on it, dog, she's up on it, dog
(Ooh)

Excuses
(Everybody gots one)
Excuses
(She don't wanna hear them)

Excuses
(She said take that shit elsewhere)
Excuses
(She don't)
Excuses
(She don't)

Excuses
(She ain't got time for them)
Excuses
(So don't fill her mind with them)

Excuses
(Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses
(No, no, no)
Excuses
(She don't, she don't wanna)

Excuses
(She don't wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses
(Ooh, she don't wanna)

Excuses
(Come on)
Excuses
(She don't wanna hear them)
Excuses
(She don't)

Excuses
(She ain't got time, huh, she don't feel them)
Excuses
(Ooh, ooh, she don't deserve)

Excuses
(No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses
(She don't wanna)
Excuses
(She don't)

Excuses

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Can'T Tell Me Shit - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Can'T Tell Me Shit
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka
Once again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all
You know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though?
Yeah, gonna ride wit' ya nigga 'cuz it's goin' down

They say break yo'self or make yo'self
So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit, a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster

O.G.'s hoopin' at the school house and shootin' dice
In and out the pen, real niggas find nothin' nice
Made this hog hit the brew, made me hit the weed
Eatin' at the ho house, moms know a nigga kill

Go to my room, sleep off my high and hit the door
Tellin' myself, "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo and Clyde smokin' dank till the sun rise

Walk into the school house, Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe and everybody in a circle
Sockin' muthafuckas 'til they eyes turn purple

Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just one on one
Fools throwin' thangs to the end, back then it was fun
No gunshots, no need to hit the floor but after school
The whole city lookin' up and will support through

To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs
Chasin' five off for hot dogs and fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Got a little older now, the park is a joke
'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip
Ain't that a bitch? You can't tell a nigga shit

So I mind my own, find my home, now I'm in the zone
Behind farmers in the alley, gettin' money on
Had ten dollars and J.B. gave me the other ten
Bought a breakdown, now I'm goin' with the wind

Brakes with the colors, has ounces and Q.P.'s
The half keys, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I'm ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show

And for all and hoop games had hoes
Hilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'
Reece assists and Redge with the Toma hawked up
Then the whole town mobbin' down to the waterfront

Niggas in Granadas, Cougars and Mustangs, Stars and Volvos
Nobody fuckin' with them girl thangs
Me, G-Roc, J.B. and Lil' C.Mo. puffin' on indo
Splittin' 4 double O. Z.'s

Young G's tryin' to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge
Gettin' whiplashed from the brake gas mash and dip
'Cause back then you couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Made it to a G but ain't no love in my city
Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in but didn't know
When you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a funeral

No more toe to toe, H.K. forty fours
Now what they know about the mutha fuckin' murda shows
Strap on my right hand side, in the bay area
Shit is gettin' scarier, niggas are barrier

Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' too early
Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies on
Christian brothas in chasin' it was splits
Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click

So deep, I can't call it spend about a million dollars
At the liquor store, I'm just an alcoholic
Forty water and legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank

Sick wit his last job, my nine to five
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack, funk for life, some heat for yo' azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash

Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down and have the Po-Po's at yo' front door

And all real niggas know
Who rides sucka free on the solo
When you empty the clip
They can't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

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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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You Gets No Love - Lyrics - Faithfully - Faith Evans

Title: You Gets No Love
Album: Faithfully
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): Mechalie Jamison, A Wilson, Faith Evans, Kameelah Williams, Bill Curtis, T Coleman, Michael A Saulsberry

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, what?
Yeah, I know it's not too ghetto
I know it's not too ghetto
I said, I know it's not too ghetto

You better check yourself, respect yourself
You better go for self 'cause I flow for self
(You gets no love from me)

I?ll tell you why there's no love
Simply you?re not cool enough
For what we had between us
Don?t you know you lost my trust

People ask me where you been
And I tell them, we're just friends
'Cause it's obvious, it's never gonna work for us
Oh no, oh no, no

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Whatever you do it
It will come back and use it
You gets no love

I?ll tell you why we can't hook up
(You gets no love)
'Cause I had about enough
(You gets no love)

Hearin' all the lies you tell
(You gets no love)
Boy, I thought I knew you well
(From me)

People think I own my man
(My man)
They don?t even understand
Because, just because I let you get some

Don?t make it all right
We aren?t even in love
You know that you played

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Said, gets no love, gets no love
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit

I?m the diva with thought
Everybody rap about
Check it out

Rhymes, I bust 'em
Rappers were my life
Don?t discuss 'em

Boy, you had us fooled
(Had us fooled)
Boy, we had cool relationship
(Cool relationship)
But you couldn?t handle it

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

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You Get'S No Love (Remix) - Lyrics - Faith Evans

Title: You Get'S No Love (Remix)
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): Mechalie Jamison, A Wilson, Faith Evans, Kameelah Williams, Bill Curtis, T Coleman, Michael A Saulsberry

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, what?
Yeah, I know it's not too ghetto
I know it's not too ghetto
I said, I know it's not too ghetto

You better check yourself, respect yourself
You better go for self 'cause I flow for self
(You gets no love from me)

I?ll tell you why there's no love
Simply you?re not cool enough
For what we had between us
Don?t you know you lost my trust

People ask me where you been
And I tell them, we're just friends
'Cause it's obvious, it's never gonna work for us
Oh no, oh no, no

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Whatever you do it
It will come back and use it
You gets no love

I?ll tell you why we can't hook up
(You gets no love)
'Cause I had about enough
(You gets no love)

Hearin' all the lies you tell
(You gets no love)
Boy, I thought I knew you well
(From me)

People think I own my man
(My man)
They don?t even understand
Because, just because I let you get some

Don?t make it all right
We aren?t even in love
You know that you played

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Said, gets no love, gets no love
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit

I?m the diva with thought
Everybody rap about
Check it out

Rhymes, I bust 'em
Rappers were my life
Don?t discuss 'em

Boy, you had us fooled
(Had us fooled)
Boy, we had cool relationship
(Cool relationship)
But you couldn?t handle it

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

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Why No - Lyrics - Cam'Ron

Title: Why No
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, Jimmy Jones, Cameron Giles, E Jiles

Lyric:
Yeah, nigga, this is what the fuck I'm talking about
Back up in this fucking shit now
We gonna do shit y'all niggaz never heard of
Fuck is goin' on in this motherfuckin' bitch come on

Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm a nomad nigga, I came up with no dag
Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash
No threads and no rags, shit was serious
I wasn't in no fads nigga, I'm no pretender
I've been to jail and I know offenders

You I don't know or no remember
But I know you tender, shit you ain't no exception
I'm in the hood with no redemption
When you gonna die in life there's no prevention
Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad

Yeah, I was one that would cut you
'Cause I came up to with no one to look up to
But the one that sold drugs to, the ones with no life
Why the fuck police treatin' us like we got no rides

Niggaz I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga
I know my roots
Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida
Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada
Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende

Comprende what the fuck
Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker
Got get your own cheese nigga
What the fuck is the deal, what the fuck is the deal

Nigga fuck is the deal, nigga fuck is the deal
Keep it real on this motherfuckin' bitch nigga
Talkin' shit blah blah 'fuck you bitch
Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do

Yo, I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills
Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils?
I don't have to swallow pills
Why when I'm starvin' I got to gobble meals?
Why did I cop to steal? Why did I ride ride for real?

Why we can't wait 'til our time God could take her?
Why the flesh eatin' disease make niggaz get ate her?
Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup?
Why Dave Listern from the NBA?
Why the great ones always break up?
And when travesty happen they wanna make up

Why niggaz can't get caked up and stay caked up?
Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb
Why niggaz in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one?
Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun?

Why niggaz from America always wanna cart to foreign land?
My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry
Why when I get on blood got to die?
Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye?
Why when plane crashes niggaz fly to die?

Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin' a palm?
Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum?
Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right?
I got to fuck every night
Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves

Why periods last three to five days?
Why we ain't retreated to slaves?
Why we don't learn 'til we leave for the cage?
And we say the beasts is in rage

Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page?
Whys no such thing as true lies?
Why can't I have two rather than few highs?
Whys homos got to do guys in the world?

Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls?
Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis?
You know my 45 my 357 but why my shotgun why plot dun
Why man in statue depend on his rocks son?

Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders?
And niggaz get cooked like burgers
Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick?
Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick?

Why this rap shit?
Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs?
Why you all wanna see me blow?
Why the Rederick why I can't get my proper etiquette?

Better get all your money motherfucker, get that said again
I want that money too nigga, fuck that lil' two dollar prude
I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga

Yeah, niggaz up in the shit motherfucker
I ain't stoppin', I ain't never fuckin' stoppin'
I ain't never motherfuckin' stoppin' up in this motherfucker
Nigga you better get some more money 'cause

We got to tapes up this motherfucker
You better be rich 'cause we got a lot more shit
I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker
I bet you better believe that, they don't beleive that
You bring your old bitch when you wanna see us soon

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Florida - Lyrics - Grandaddy

Title: Florida
Artist: Grandaddy
Composer(s): Jason Lytle

Lyric:
Good afternoon from the bar in the mall
They sent me home from work today
But nobody told me where else to go

My boss was alright at first
But then he said that I fall behind
I like doing things my own way
And I don't take no shit from anyone

Florida
Florida
My ex-girlfriend's a model in Florida
Florida
Florida
I got lots of friends in Florida

Well, I got pride and it doesn't hide now
I could live at the river, fuck you
My ex-girlfriend's a model in Florida
She wants me back but I don't take no shit

It's later on, once again at the bar
I picked this bad company song
And I can play it pretty good on the guitar
I feel like makin' love

Looks like I missed the goddam bus
Do you think that I could get a ride?
I like doing things my own way
And I don't take no shit from anyone

Florida
Florida
My ex-girlfriend's a model in Florida
Florida
Florida
They got lots to drink in Florida

Well, I got pride and it doesn't hide now
I could live at the river, fuck you
My ex-girlfriend's a model in Florida
She wants me back but I don't take no shit
No shit, no shit
I take no shit
Take no shit

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No - Lyrics - Ali

Title: No
Artist: Ali
Composer(s): Murphy Lee, Nelly Jason Epperson, Ali Jones, Kyjua

Lyric:
Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that

Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit

Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet

This bank I get style we all that
To the back we all that to the back
Red or blue new wall cap
Pause that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people start walkin out

If you please we succeed regardless
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the Beegee's
Please be aware we don't care, do you like us?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school right under the bleachers

A wild little bity doin' lunatic rules
To this day they be like lunatic rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin' too much frontin'

See you hate us like to take risk son of a bitch
I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich

I'm gon' run niggas out of town
Naw fuck y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown
Royal, blue jack right at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Swervin', excursion limited fo 12's
Fo' amps don't know what my limit is
I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did
I've been po' before know what a limit is

New engine new paint ain't them D's spinnin'
Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom tops cuttys on 4's

No love fo hoes change them like clothes
Hit 'em like switches then I pass them on
We all know dats how the game should go
We all know most of us love the same hoes

Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the other side of college encarta
For starters I know both y'all smash
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature goin' down
Yep that's him he come to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found

Beta not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free city

My G's getting depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin' like B round looking for my whitney
Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is right
Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
First class flight to Nellyville
So how it feel doin' sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Uh oh, north side one time let me here ya, uh oh
South side one time let me here ya, uh oh
East side on time let me here ya, uh oh
West side on time let me here ya, uh oh

What, that's why man yo breath smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga
She libel to kill some motherfucker
Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do
It look like a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin'

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