Not Give A Fuck (Remix) - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Not Give A Fuck (Remix)
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, John Jackson

Lyric:
I'm here to shake up the world, yeah
What what what what what, uh
What what what what what
Uh huh, uh huh
Right, right ghetto

I'm something like a phenomenon
But still dumpin' whenever the dramas on
Y'all hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels
Something like when it's Ramadan

Hope you chumps been walkin' wit armor on
I'm who they dumpin' two colahamels on
Oh something's turning his Mama on
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs

Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on, oh
Jump in, let's hit the Bahamas ma
And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song
Bumpin' like bump bu-bump

I'm particulary picky, when it come to licky licky
Have 'em slidin' off them vickies quickly, okay
Under the du-rag thick 360
It's the hypno and sticky icky, I said, "Okay"

Fly enough to do better but pimp enough to not give a fuck
Dumb enough to do better and gangsta enough to not give a fuck
I'm hustlin' enough to know better but ballin' enough to not give a fuck
I'm old enough to know better but young enough to not give a fuck

Da-da-damn it man
I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance
And everybody know, everybody go
So please call a stretch ambulance

These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand, those under lambo slants?
Wit a mad dam from france
Wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants

Who else be in New York wit Miami tans
Got everybody doin' the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save
That gangsta role for the camera man

This is F A B, you preferably don't wanna "f" wit me
Please believe it
I'm definantly as responsible for gettin' the city high, clef would be
Believe it, please

Fly enough to do better but pimp enough to not give a fuck
Dumb enough to do better and gangsta enough to not give a fuck
I'm hustlin' enough to know better but ballin' enough to not give a fuck
I'm old enough to know better but young enough to not give a fuck

I'm introduced to yo women friends, hello
'Coz I buy double deuces to rent a Benz, ooh
Like them bootz made by Timberland
Not half them were mine, since I got drafted and signed
Y'all players get used to the scrimmagin'

Not one of them Jesus' got lemon gems?
You know y'all lips gonna get loose like ya feminine
I prove lettin' with the semi can, boost my adrenaline
You'll never have use with that hand again

Half of my roots is Dominican, faboloso
Me gusta le Bejamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him
I'm turning stones like Medusa had glimpse of them

But right now you can lie and gossip to
And later on be the guy who the mobs look to
And right now you can try and prosecute
But later on you gon' die in the hospital

Said, "I fly enough to do better but pimp enough to not give a fuck
Dumb enough to do better and gangsta enough to not give a fuck"
I'm hustlin' enough to know better but ballin' enough to not give a fuck
I'm old enough to know better but young enough to not give a fuck

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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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Getcha Groove On (Remix By Premier) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: Getcha Groove On (Remix By Premier)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, William Frederick Durst, Alvin Joiner, John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers

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Lyric:
Yes, millennium, Limp Bizkit, X to the Z, yeah
Bringin' it live to you an' yours
Ladies and gentlemen
My homeboy, yo, get at 'em, dog

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

Don't you treat me like a toy, kid, do you enjoy this?
Every single second I'm alive, I'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicatin' through the genelec, high tech keep you on the run now

Don't wanna be that guy
Every single second I'm alive, I'm alive
I don't understand why
I got your trunk full of candy
An' your so high bumpin' off the sweetness

This is what you need
Another little piece of me inside you
'Cause you know that I'll always keep it true
An' that's exactly what I do, it's what I do, yeah, it's what I do

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

I got break neck delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul an' find yourself
'Cause mind control could turn y'all to someone else

So fast your head'll probably spin the fuck right off
Me an' Fred about to go half on Microsoft
Them live earnin' twenty percent
Those little half assed direct hits ain't even makin' a dent

What an event, ah, hell, Xzibit an' Limp
As we attempt to bring home the championship
It's all in the risk, I'll steal lead, the league an' assist
Give me the fifth, I'm drinkin' while I'm takin' a piss, bitch

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

I got untapped material, I serial kill shit
Give me that real shit, X finish 'em off quick
Makin' your jaw split when I'm touchin' the moshpit
Constant conflict, knockin' fagots unconscious

Nauseous, raisin' the stakes, increasin' the weight
Got homies that can lay down an' lift they plate
So, quit tryin' to invade my space
Before I call for a face to face an' got to rest my case

Like this is how we do it, just recognize we keep gettin' right to it
Look into these eyes, look into these eyes
An' you'll see the size of the flames
Then you might despise the size of my game

Step the fuck back, Xzibit's on the track
You should have buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long
You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way

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Till I Collapse (Remix) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Till I Collapse (Remix)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Brian May, Nathaniel Hale, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak and when you feel weak
You feel like you wanna just give up but you gotta search within you
Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse

'Till I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em
'Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em
'Cause when I am not then I'ma stop pinnin' 'em
And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem

Subliminal thoughts when I'ma stop sendin' 'em
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hoch venom
Adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
Amoxicillin's just not real enough

The criminal cop killin' hip-hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of 'Pac listeners
You're comin' with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it
Like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us

You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up?
Fo' shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzles forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get
When you real and you spit and people are feelin' your shit
This is your moment and every single minute you spend
Tryin' to hold on to it 'cause you may never get it again

So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in
I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in

It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me

That's why you see me walkin' around like nothin's botherin me
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect, you got to give me
The press' wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

Soon as the verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinkin'? How not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd, how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve

But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse

My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm a addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers

So this is like a full blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em
The track is on some battlin' raps who want some static?
'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

Until the roof, until the roof, the roof comes off
The roof comes off, until my legs, until my legs
Give out from under me, I will not fall
I will stand tall, feels like no one can beat me

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Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet (Remix) - Lyrics - Mystikal

Title: Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet (Remix)
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

Lyric:
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man

I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
Fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
I know y'all niggaz
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
Nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
And four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
Standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
Face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
Like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
To prove that I'm the man
Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
One never gonna change my style
Two never gonna bounce, three never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
The tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin
To claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

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What'S Your Fantasy (Remix) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: What'S Your Fantasy (Remix)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Shondrae L Crawford

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Lyric:
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let let me know know what's your fanta-ta-sies

You know what I need
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit
And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina L P
And I'll make him go and get my shit

We can go from a fly ass jetta to a coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly hill
A real nigga not the run of the mill
Come and spank me and make me shoot to kill

From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jacuzzi and out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie

Butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass

Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar

Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work for me like the league overseas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
Keep my body trembling and buckle my knees

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna do in the canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon' see and get mad at me
I want a nigga that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese

Tell me baby can you handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass out
Make you bounce till you pass out

Or we can cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib

And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
But it's okay I'm gon' break something tonight

Oh see get on your knees
And I'll show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

You gotta li-li-li-lick me from my ass to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga

I'm a B K Bitch, love to ride dick
Ass in his face, cock spread out
Nigga uptown, nigga down south
Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth

F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get right on the X
Get it right on X
Fuck him, check right to the next

Those bitches go right, fox right to the left
Nigga can't fuck, burner on his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breast
Baddest, send him home with na-na on his breath

What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 mills, still BK to the death
Still don't give a fuck, still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces

Pop magnum's by the cases, X5 Benz still spend big faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places, you know what you can do nigga?
You can li-li-li-lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let, let me know know what's your fanta-ta-sies

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2 Glocks [U-Neek'S Remix] - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: 2 Glocks [U-Neek'S Remix]
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Jimmy Thomas, Bone Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Give it to 'em, bring your gun
Give it to 'em, bring your gun

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
To death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns
And you might get shot, get shot

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
To death, death death
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got

I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a fuck about the law
Still run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are

You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a name
It's the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain

Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas

Thinkin' I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it
And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house?
Original Cleveland Criminals

Niggas just send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we come from
Watch how you move your tongue

'Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash, protect my niggas for combat
Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the street
When I draw down, let me hear you say, "Fuck the law now"

Rawest niggas in the town ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
Nigga keep it real show me your game

I'm sure gonna claim what the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, nigga this Mo Thug Family is for real

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
To death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns
And you might get shot, get shot

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
To death, death death
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got

Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
Before it all gets spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the wood grain

Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet
Especially when it's tired
My environment ain't nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas

Split up these niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm
And come listen to the sermon

Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got some problems
Had dreams of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run

A nigga not insane, niggas still with me
Bone, somehow they turn up
Run up and get your sign
Run blindly, elevate through time nowhere to hide

Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' with bloody body be beggin' me
You know what you should've capped like 2 Pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker

You know you done fucked up, don't you niggas?
Runnin' up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane for the untamed

Insane human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a phat game
Going remain number one in the Land

Flesh, strangle the gang, bang bang, bang
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay today?
Will I raise my guage? Oh God

How will I teach ya, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we sons of assassins

Match it, collecting more cash
That's true, you're feeling that
Niggas said all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow

I call on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my family never divided

Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you wanna come test my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your motherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay

Everyday stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day, motherfuckers player hate

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
To death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns
And you might get shot, get shot

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
To death, death death
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got

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Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix] - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix]
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
...

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Soul On Ice (Remix) - Lyrics - Ras Kass

Title: Soul On Ice (Remix)
Artist: Ras Kass
Composer(s): John Austin, Hampton Hawes

Lyric:
I was told two wrongs don't make a right but three rights make a left
Act your age not your color but I'd rather act darker
Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth, fuck up a rhyme so bad
I leave the microphone abstinent, to MC or not to MC?
Beyond B.E.T. and MTV exists me, origin
'Cause God created man and man created hip hop
I declined to participate until I was orientated
I heard 50,000 drive-bys and 49,999 was lies

No surprise, as the sun rises, thine eyes have seen the light
But we stalk the night, I expose like an overbite, in Limbo I Lamp
Rape the lady, kill the tramp, the wrong action for the motive
So now, give me 50,000 black angry role models
Take me to DC I'll throw the first fuckin' bottle
'Cause I don't give a fuck about a menial existence and I don't give a fuck
About nonviolent resistance, civil right will not suffice
In the name of Jesus Christ they got my soul on ice

Soul on ice
Soul on ice
Soul on ice

Walkin' on skulls 'cause I'm two steps ahead, so I started
At square three, now I'm cubed like O'Shea Jackson be
Subzero catching fatalities to my spirituality, smoke like a chimney
Drink like a Kennedy, still no remedy, fuck shooting a fair one
'Cause open cuts from fuckin' some nigga up can lead to contracting
HIV positivity, you never know who got traits of femininity
What agwan, pussy wool blood clot and deal with the bullshit
Body bot business faggot, you play the villain

There will be another soundboy killin'
Benadryl pumps through my adrenaline, feelin' my raps weight
I track Heavy like Tony Dofat, hip hop is 2 percent milk but mostly no fat
And most MCs ain't prepared, so what I say goes over your head
Like pubic hair, in 1999, flip the script, triple six
One world government "Novus Ordo Seclorum"
Check your dead president represented on the one dollar bill
And if Clinton was the answer it was a stupid question my soul's on ice
Ice baby

Soul on ice
Soul on ice
Soul on ice
...

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I Shot Ya (Remix) - Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: I Shot Ya (Remix)
Album: Mr Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): James Brown, Jean Claude Olivier, Lyn Collins, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith
You wanna hit?
Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit' the dip
Fuck all that sensuous shit, I represent intellectual violence

And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I shift with tha ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up
No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy

Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities
I'll have to Norman Bate ya, I love ta hate ya
'Cause youse a freak by nature, can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight wit' no chaser

My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react
Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp
Break your concentration, murder your camp

For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz
Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis
Niggaz comin' through and actin' wild
Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile, I shot ya

Yo, I conversate wit' many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me

But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker

While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real
Yeah, you motherfuckin' right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed

Some, kids feeling guilty 'bout the
But you first baby girl so just face it
But anyway, back on the real side of things
My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings

Not only is it inside the songs that we sing
Everything is real not just a song that we sing
From my life to the paper, very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three

Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E
My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledgin' this man as G-O-D, I shot ya faggot ass

Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
Runnin' this racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughterin' people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico

I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger
Than these weaklings, seekin', for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air

Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette razor

Which I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's gettin' lucci that's not Caucasian

Bullets be blazin'
Through these streets
Filled with torture
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Keyser Soze

Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things
Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'
Doin' my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king

Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' like Versace locs pops

Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested
Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano
I gets down fuckin' with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop

Boo I'm jingling jaby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play slow
Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga what tha deal, I shot ya

What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl
But still, niggaz want to instigate shit
I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick

Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches
Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my peers
Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years

Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state
I use my presidential Rolex to be debate
Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked
MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked

That's real, what's up with that 'I shot ya' deal?
Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?
New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin' ass hang

That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack
'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back
Not this time, but next time I'ma name names
LL, shittin' from on top of the game, I shot ya

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Just A Lil Bit (Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Just A Lil Bit (Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit

Damn baby, all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin' that back

Girl, shake that thing, yeah, work that thing
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
When you make it go round and round

I step up in the club, I'm like, "Who you wit?"
G-Unit in the house, yeah, that's my click
Yeah, I'm young but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves

I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy, I done warned you
Better listen when I talk, nigga, don't trip
Yo', heat in the car, mine's in this, bitch

I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on
And my diamonds, my fitted and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go
Then I'ma get in shorty ear and I'ma let her know

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

This is 50, comin' out your stereo
It's hard to tell though 'cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil' low 'cause I twist the 'dro
Pockets on swoll 'cause I move the O's

My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come, get your bitch, she on me, dawg
She must ta heard about the dough
Now Captain, c'mon and save a hoe

I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number 1 on the chart all the time, mayne
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, that's without a doubt

But shorty, shake that thang like a pro man
She backed it up on me, I'm like, "Oh man"
I got close enough to her so I know she could hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said, loud and clear

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

Baby, you got me feelin' right, you heard me?
My momma gone, you can spend the night, you heard me?
I ain't playin', I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me?
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show you how I live in a lil bit

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fuckin' a lil bit

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Bling Bling (Radio Remix) - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bling Bling (Radio Remix)
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' B.G's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy, I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut

Hit the club, light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank 'til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out, guaranteed I can fuck
Wootay, I'm tattooed and barred up

Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up and my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut and my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger 'cause nigga I don't give a fuck
Stack my cheese up 'cause one day I'm a give this street life up

Beef I don't discuss, a nigga outta line gone
Get his motherfuckin' head bust, Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sumthin' nigga you can't fuck, twenty inches TV is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus

A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see Cash Money you know you stay flossin'
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin'

I ain't seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I ain't seen a marette that can run like mine
1999 and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind

Pourin' vodka 'til I die drank 'til I faint
'Til a nigga tell me I need another drank
My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin' yo nose

I'm the freak of the click, keep it on the tuck
So I creep on a bitch and I play it on the raw
Never sleep with a bitch, keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga 'cause I don't love her

Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand
I'm a 1999 driver, I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver

Ol' ignorant ass always stunting, big ballin' ass nigga
You can see him when he comin', booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinin' up, motherfuckers be blindin' up
Niggas at the second line be sayin', "I'll be damned"
Up in they best fits sayin', "Juve got me damn"

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

I be that nigga with the ice on me
If it cost less than twenty, it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G.

I be fuckin' niggaz bitches all in they home
Niggaz be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome"
Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my click
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist

My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A Mercedes Benz 700 V14
I know you niggaz can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that

Man look at that, niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me
Folks say take that chain off boy, ya blindin' me
All day my phone ringin' bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

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Radio Stars - Lyrics - Bizzar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Radio Stars
Album: Bizzar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
{Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach
The pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even
The most deplorable examples of the underground music scene
To attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavors
In a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large
Behold, the metamorphosis}

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough
We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes
I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
We'll do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, let's go
It's time we change our shit up to get what we need, come on

Uh, radio play
Yo! yo! Come on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and hide me, hide me
Cat black, I'm gonna grow one, gold one
Club cat, you want them old ones, old ones
Black, black, look at that lady go, lady go
Look at me, I'm on the radio, radio
Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, throw it away
Give up, give us the radio play, radio play

What? hey! what? what? what? hey! what?
What? what? hey
What? hey! what? what? what? hey! what?
What? what? hey
[Incomprehensible]

{The pathetic attempts never cease
The moronic musical onslaught continues to insult
The intelligence of the savvy consumer
How much more can an audience be asked to endure?}

Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened?
They always told us that we sucked at rapping
Well I don't know how to play a guitar
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star
I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground
I want the ten millions fans sell out radio flavor sound
Even though we'll be played next summer
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a Hummer
Here we go, oh my God

Joey fell in love with a college girl
She had a backpack and a pony tail
She said her name was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on
I can even sing one of these faggot songs
I can wear checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your radio dial
Toby fell in love with a college

{The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey
Through the music business
Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last
Their strides towards musical success
Are little more than a stumble into complete failure}

That was bullshit, what the fuck? You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at least I tried though
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. why?
Can you sing? No, neither can I
If we're gonna be radio stars, we at least gotta try

Remix, uh, remix, clown boy, uh, feel me
Touch me, clown boy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio
I wanna lick you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet
I wanna make love, between the sheets

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the phone long
I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck

{After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play
Finally the two dim witted idiots
Decided to stay with the wicked shit for life}

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