Paper Rain (Remix) - Lyrics - Chasing the Sky - Amanda Stott

Title: Paper Rain (Remix)
Album: Chasing the Sky
Artist: Amanda Stott
Composer(s): R Wells, C Ward, C Anderson

Lyric:
Wide-eyed, maybe that's true
But most of the time I can see through you
You say I'm too sweet for my own good
But when your anger lets you down, understood

You're burnin' up from inside out
While you're riding, you're knocked down
There are things that you can't see
And one of them is me

You've been walking in a paper rain
There is a storm inside your head on this perfect day
Come down from your cloud and walk my way
And let the paper rain just blow away

Tell me what I should do
When you want to paint a day every shade of blue
Is it too late for us to shine?
Can you crawl into the light and just be mine?

Your world of words is so unreal
Sometimes I wonder if you feel
The same emotions that I do
When I'm close to you

You've been walking in a paper rain
There is a storm inside your head on this perfect day
Come down from your cloud and walk my way
And let the paper rain just blow away

Do you wonder what would happen if you let me in?
Are you afraid to give yourself away?
Will the fervor disappear and then I come crashing in
Crashing into the light of day?

You've been walking in a paper rain
There is a storm inside your head on this perfect day
Come down from your cloud and walk my way
And let the paper rain

You've been walking in a paper rain
There is a storm inside your head on this perfect day
Come down from your cloud and walk my way
And let the paper rain, hey

You've been walking in a paper rain
Storm inside your head on this perfect day
Come down from your cloud and walk my way
And let the paper rain just blow away

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Ruff Ryder'S Anthem (Remix) - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Ruff Ryder'S Anthem (Remix)
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll

Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie
Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die
All I know is pain, all I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with mad shit on my brain?

I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence
Like you don't know what our style is, New York niggaz, the wildest
My niggaz is with it, you want it, come and get it
Took it, then we split it, you fuckin' right, we did it

What the fuck you gonna do when we run up on you
Fuckin' with the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' through
I'ma have to show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz
When you find out there's some more niggas that's runnin' with your niggaz

Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle
Light it up like a candle just 'cause I can't stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
Think you holdin' weight, then you haven't met the Apes

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll

Is y'all niggaz crazy, I'll buss you and be swazy
Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business, lady
Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you
You know I'm tryin' to get rid of you, yeah, I know it's pitiful

That's how niggaz get down, watch my niggaz split round
Make y'all niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown
Oh, you think it's funny, then you don't owe me money
It's about to get ugly, fuck it, dog, I'm hungry

I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
Let a dog roam, and he'll find his way home

Home of the brave, my home is a cage
And yo I'm a slave till my home is a grave
I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll

Look what you done started, asked for it, you got it
Had it, should have shot it, now you're dearly departed
Get at me, dog, did I rip shit, with this one here, I flip shit
Niggaz know when I kick shit, it's gonna be some slick shit

What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh, you thought you was raw? Boom, not anymore
'Cause now you on the floor, wishin' you never saw
Me walk through that door, with that .44

Now it's time for bed, two more to the head
Got the floor red, yeah, that nigga's dead
Another unsolved mystery is goin' down in history
Niggaz ain't never did shit to me, bitch ass niggaz can't get to me

Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Gotta make 'em groove, got 'em all like ooh
So till that next time, you hear this nigga rhyme
Try to keep your mind on gettin' pussy and prime

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Talk is cheap motherfucker

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Stripper Pole (Remix) - Lyrics - The Boatlift - Pitbull

Title: Stripper Pole (Remix)
Album: The Boatlift
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Rafael Martinez, Armando Perez, Edwin Z. Perez, Octavio Rivera

Lyric:
Toby Love, Scott Little, it's that little Chico Pitbull
Now let me see, you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that hit the floor
How you do that? Gimme some more

Hump back, hump back, hoochie momma
All I really want is some coochie momma

You a star when you work the pole
We don't make it rain, we make it snow
When you go fast then break it down slow
From the window to the wall, get low

This is for the strippers
That be shaking for them tips
Big oh ass big oh tits
Pretty ass pussy, pretty ass lips
Baby, you're amazing

Tell me who you're creeping with, I wanna know
Lying to my face again, I know you on the low
My boys done told me that you're doin' wrong
So baby, tell me

No le hagas caso daddy
Yo solo soy tuya, amor
Deja que se mueran de envidia
No bailo desnuda

You think that I'm a fool, babe
Don't make me lose my cool babe
Not tryin' to hear what you say
You can't play me

You must go, I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air, grabbin' dollars
While you droppin' like oh, oh, oh, oh

You don't know the half of it
I found you out last Friday
Thought I was out to get you
At the club I met Peaches

She said she knew your secret
I asked if you were hookin' or creepin'
I had a quick lap dance
Damn near skid in my pants
(Whoa)

Look how bitches got me sweatin' in my white T
Lovin' how she do me
Then I saw you in stilettos and a thong
Shaking that booty to the 'Do the Brown' song
(Do the Brown)
Shorty got to go, ooh, oh

You must go, I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air, grabbin' dollars
While you're droppin' like oh, oh, oh, oh

You must go, I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air, grabbin' dollars
While you're droppin' like oh, oh, oh, oh

Let me see you climb the pole to the top
Let go, make it drop, make it clap, don't stop
One check at a time, don't stop
I've been waiting all night to see you take it off

I got some paper, baby, you can take it all
What you wanna do?
We can go to the back boom, boom fo' sho
These just them things that be going down in them strip clubs
Bend over, baby, come over and get these crispy dubs

No le hagas caso daddy
Solo soy tuya, amor
Deja que se mueran de envidia
No bailo desnuda

You think that I'm a fool, babe
Don't make me lose my cool, babe
Not trying to hear what you say
You can't play me

You must go, I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air grabbin' dollars
While you droppin' like oh, oh, oh, oh

You must go, I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air grabbin' dollars
While you droppin' like oh, oh, oh, oh

How you gonna play this thug?

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We Fly High (Giants Remix) - Lyrics - Jim Jones

Title: We Fly High (Giants Remix)
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Vincent Jerome Willis, Joseph Jones, Zukhan Bey

Lyric:
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Ya boy gettin? paper, I buy big cars
I need fly rides just to drive in my garage
Stay sky high, fly wit the stars
G4 flights, 80 grand large

So we lean wit it, pop wit it
Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin?
I?m sayin? clean wit the bottom, kit it
I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glisten

But I spent about 8 grand
Mami on stage doin? the rain dance
She let it hit the floor, made it pop
Got my pedal to the floor screamin?, ?F*** the cops!?

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow
So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow
100 Gs worth of ice on the Audemars
And we in the streetlife till they call the law

I made the whip get naked
While I switch gears, ***** lookin? at the bracelet
Step out, show me what you all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin? out

1 am, we was at the club
2 am, ten bottles of bub
About 3 somethin? I was thinkin' about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

I keep 20 in the pocket
You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic
But of course gotta fly the spur
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb

Now I know a G a bet may sound absurd
Drive 80 up Lennox ?cause I got a urge
The rap game like the ***** game
Lifestyle rich famous, livin? in the fast lane

So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped
I beat the trail over Rucker
All guns loaded in them back mother*******

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

You ****** need to stay focused
When you?re dealin? wit a motha******* G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
All the above mother******

It's Dipset Byrd Gang we born to fly
Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back
Somebody tell my ***** Summer I?m lookin? for her
Ya dig? Another day another dollar, the fast life ******

We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

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We Fly High (Westside Remix) - Lyrics - Jim Jones

Title: We Fly High (Westside Remix)
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Vincent Jerome Willis, Joseph Jones, Zukhan Bey

Lyric:
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Ya boy gettin? paper, I buy big cars
I need fly rides just to drive in my garage
Stay sky high, fly wit the stars
G4 flights, 80 grand large

So we lean wit it, pop wit it
Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin?
I?m sayin? clean wit the bottom, kit it
I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glisten

But I spent about 8 grand
Mami on stage doin? the rain dance
She let it hit the floor, made it pop
Got my pedal to the floor screamin?, ?F*** the cops!?

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow
So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow
100 Gs worth of ice on the Audemars
And we in the streetlife till they call the law

I made the whip get naked
While I switch gears, ***** lookin? at the bracelet
Step out, show me what you all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin? out

1 am, we was at the club
2 am, ten bottles of bub
About 3 somethin? I was thinkin' about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

I keep 20 in the pocket
You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic
But of course gotta fly the spur
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb

Now I know a G a bet may sound absurd
Drive 80 up Lennox ?cause I got a urge
The rap game like the ***** game
Lifestyle rich famous, livin? in the fast lane

So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped
I beat the trail over Rucker
All guns loaded in them back mother*******

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

You ****** need to stay focused
When you?re dealin? wit a motha******* G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
All the above mother******

It's Dipset Byrd Gang we born to fly
Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back
Somebody tell my ***** Summer I?m lookin? for her
Ya dig? Another day another dollar, the fast life ******

We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

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Dem Boyz [Remix] [Screwed] - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Dem Boyz [Remix] [Screwed]
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Oscar Salinas, Wesley Eric Weston, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
Play an' skills

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Well I'm back up in yo ear once again 'cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin' flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin' paper, we ballin' like The Lakers
We steppin' out in our gators, nothin' but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla

I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
(Why?)
And when my Benz pass by they'd be like I hope he in it
They'd know my shit ain't rented because I got two
(Why? I got to)
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

I got baguettes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane doin' donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get a little brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget your name
Stop don't make me cock it and pop it and reload quick
I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch

I'm into makin' bread bitch and ridin' candy red shit
I'm doin' this for pimp C and my nigga head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you, I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road, I'm gettin' more dough
(Road, dough)
I'm gettin' unreleased, Jordans straight from Tokyo

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Whenever I'm buyin'
(Ice)
I'm like fuck the
(Price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon' have me
(Right)
Johnny gon' have me
(Right)

Yellas mixed with
(White)
Yo chain shinin' in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the difference in the rocks, they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin' like the cops
Everybody pullin' over 'cause they think they gettin' stopped
Oh my bad that's my chain and my mothafuckin' watch

Heh that's how we doin' it man, Lil' Flipper
Play an' skills on the track, this that shit that make niggas bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin' pinky ring out the window 'cause
Shinin'
(Southside)
Grindin'
(Northside)

Diamonds
(Eastside)
Never mind them
(Westside)
Haa haa that's how we do it man, Lil' Flipper underground legend
You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me
I ain't fuck off my budget you gotta feel me haa haa
Yeah y'all buyin' them old high ass tracks, I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin'
I'll fuck wit play an' skills haa haa bitch, bitch

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Dead Wrong (Remix) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Dead Wrong (Remix)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Marshall Mathers, Al Green

Lyric:
Bad Boy baby, yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Yeah, B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 born again, c'mon

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, mother*** say your prayers

Hail Mary full of grace, smack the *** in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken honey

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, 'The Vapors'
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so

Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up n***** need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then *** your moms, hit the skins till amnesia

She don't remember ***, just the two hits
Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the ***
Suckin' on the ***, had the hooker beggin' for the ***
And your moms ain't ugly love, my *** got rock quick

I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was 'Humpin' Around' and 'Jump-in Around'
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, ?B.I.G.?
Then I *** in her E Y E

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

When I get ***, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it

Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the *** G
Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
*** *** ***, no ifs, ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy

Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the ***
I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to *** him from the back
But Smalls don't get down like that

Got your father hidin' in a room, *** him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin' with?
Anybody step into my path is *** feelin' it

Hardcore, I got it sucked like a ***
Stab ya till you're gushy, so please don't push me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin'
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin' horse's heads
Human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit

I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the ***, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a *** in my pocket
And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him, he's ready for war, I'm ready for war

I got machetes and swords for any *** that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor

With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new ***
Met on the second, wet on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
I'm dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

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Love L. O. D. - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Love L. O. D.
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Gerald W. Belin, Kelly J. Brister, Rod Kirkpatrick, Keith Murray, Erick S. Sermon

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Lyric:
Yo, I seen them motherfuckers out in the street
Them pussy asses
(Man, fuck them niggas anyway)
Hood rats and those fat rolly polly punks

Yo Kel
(What up?)
Yo answer this question
Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?

Yo, it's um, simple philosophy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
(Yeah, yeah)

Aye yo 50
(What's up?)
Answer this question
(What's that?)
Why are you the best in your profession?

Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch MC
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

Keith Murray
(Yo, what's up 50?)
Answer the question?
(What's that?)
Why are you be the sickest in this profession?

I been all around the world hearing the wack MC's
It's doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
(Aye yo)
Ask yourself the very same question
Why are we the wickedest in this profession?

I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
Any nigga want to step, get busy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

I be the bushwa freaker
Coming through your speaker
My jams be getting stronger
While your shit be gettin' weaker

Now Kel be playin' kids like the New York Knicks
Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
'Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhyming
Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing

Now soon as I touch the paper
See you later
I shut your lights off like a blackout
So hit the circuit breaker

I'm the worst trouble you ever had vocab like knife stabs
Comin' wild killin' in a paragraph
Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson

I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' niggas way
Before the remix I shot ya
The proper hip hopper

Fading 'em in the Palladium
And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the Tunnel
Now, after the sunshine comes the rain
Hold up, wait a minute, let me back up and just explain

I been all around the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
All I hear is booty stinkin' ass wack MC's
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D.
The average nigga style sucks like a hickey
50 G, the MC's brain buster, mic crusher
Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster

Now that L.O.D.'s up in this motherfucker
Leave a known rapper with broken English
Like smooth da hustler

Same thing make a nigga laugh
Make his ass cry
He rolled a seven I bet it all he turned around
And rolled snake eyes

My thinking cap is bigger than a fuckin' Sade's
Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades
The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow
I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew I'll do ditto

I'll leave a nigga dead and stinkin' take his soul
Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes
Natural born killer, killer than the rest
(Where you at?)
East coast to west

I keep it real kid
I freak the flow until it's naked
Niggas get panicked and frantic
And can't take it

I been all around the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
Def Squad's the family, you don't want to see
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

Kel-Vicious
(What up Keith?)
Answer this question
(What up?)
Why you so fuckin' nice in this profession?

Aye, yo 50
(What's up?)
Answer this question
Why you so nice in your profession?

Aye, yo Murray
(What's up?)
Answer this question
(What's that?)
Why you so nice in this profession?

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