Sets Go Up - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Sets Go Up
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Scott Spencer Storch, Damon Grison

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Lyric:
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
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And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
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And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat

Yeah, you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'Cuz I've been drinkin'
'Cuz we see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cuz these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cuz your hoe wanna come talk to me

To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low

I know you heard of, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more

(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

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Represent - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Represent
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): R Dunigen, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, L Crump, W E Weston, D Carlton

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Lyric:
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(Lil' flip)
Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(David banner, three six mafia)
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(Houston, Texas, Mississippi, Memphis, Tenn, what?)

They told me I can't talk about ice no more
(What? What? What? What?)
But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more
(What? What? What? What?)
I get it crunk in the club, niggaz get drunk in the club
(What? What? What? What?)
(Waa, waa)
When I perform me a hoe, niggaz get jumped in the club
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no need to run
(What? What? What? What?)
And just because you gotta gun, don't mean that's the only one
(What? What? What? What?)
(Ooo)
So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
'Cause you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit
(What? What? What? What?)
I drop, hit after hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
(What? What? What? What?)
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
(What? What? What? What?)
'Cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
(What? What? What? What?)
(Clean, ring)
I got my name on my jersey, like I play with that team
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
I'm a H town nigga and we bang screw tapes
(What? What? What? What?)
And them feds kick in yo door you about to lose weight
(What? What? What? What?)
So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man
(What? What? What? What?)
It's lil' flip, representin' Clova Land
(What? What? What? What?)

I'm reppin' H town until the day that I die
(Go, go)
If you look me in the eyes you can tell I'm high
(Go, go)
Yeah, you can talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
(Go, go)
'Cause when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught
(Go, go, go)
I'm reppin' H town until the day that I die
(Go, go)
If you look me in the eyes you can tell I'm high
(Go, go)
(Yeah, go)
Yeah, you can talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
(Go, go)
'Cause when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught
(Go, go, go)

I'm from the J, the A, the C to the K town, Mississippi bitch
(Go)
And boy we'll blow off ya face
Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is thrill
Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed
From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin'
(Go, go)
Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin'
Like woof, nigga stop beggin' me, please
(Ooo)
How you gon' walk and talk shit, if I blow off yo' knees
I'll have ya walkin' like a parrot do, stick foot pussy you
(Do do)
The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too
I'm DBC from the home of the G's
And the VL's bustin' seventeen in ya CL K
Hey, ya body don' got carried away
(Hey)
Mississippi til' I die, bitch so have a nice day
(Ooo)
Or a long ass night nigga
Yeah, yo' death is settin' in muthafucka
Ain't no need for you to fight nigga

Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go go)

Now I'm a M town reppa, like no other
(Go)
(Huff, huff)
Mask on my face 'cause I ride undercover
(Huff, huff)
I'm a mean mugga, a nigga hoe up from the show up
(Huff, huff)
And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up
(Huff, huff)
When I roll up, it is a hold up
(Huff, huff)
Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe 'cause all I wanna hear is ching ching
(Huff, huff)
Like casino slots, or this hot glock, get cocked
(Huff, huff)
Leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot for his stash spot
(Huff, huff)

No more gangstas in this bitch
(Huff, huff)
(This bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip
(Huff, huff)
(Extra clips)
And you know that we runnin' this thang
(Huff, huff)
(This thang)
Nigga step, I'm a let my nuts hang
(Nuts hang)
(Huff, huff)
You can get yo' ass shot popped, put off in a head lock
(Huff, huff)
Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop phop
(Huff, huff)
Shot yeah, you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped
(Huff, huff)
Memphis Tenn in this bitch, thought you knew we don't stop
(Huff, huff)

We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go, go)
Shut ya mouth
(Go)

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Sloop John B. - Lyrics - Jerry Jeff Walker

Title: Sloop John B.
Artist: Jerry Jeff Walker
Composer(s): Richard Le Gallienne, Carl Sandburg, Traditiona

Lyric:
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinkin' all night
Got into a fight
Oh now I feel so broke up
I just wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Yes, I wanna go home
Oh now, I feel so broke up
I just wanna go home

The first mate, he got drunk
He broke into the Captain's trunk
Oh, the cops will come along and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why'd you leave me alone?
But now, I feel so broke up
I just wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, they don't wanna go home
Yes, they wanna go home
Oh now, I feel so broke up
I just wanna go home

So come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinkin' all night
We got into a fight
Oh now, feel so broke up
I just wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, yes I wanna go home
Yeah, I wanna go home
Oh now, feel so broke up
I just wanna go home, oh yeah

Hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets

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Hottest Of The Hot - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Hottest Of The Hot
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Michael Crooms, Christopher Noel Dorsey

Lyric:
Uh huh, look, this for my dog, Gigitty-Gangsta
Ya heard me, original hot boy, a sterling, mosquito, duran
Rest in peace

Now if ya know me then you know I'm 'bout that shoot 'em up and
Bang bang, got ya white tee full of red stains
From the blood, that's leakin' from your forehead
When I'm at war, raw is the only way I play it
You think you was on NBA jam, you hear that choppa
Go blakka-ga-blakka, boom-shakka-laka-laka
It get know, hotter than Geezy, I swear to that
Trust me, I bust ya up wherever I catch ya at

It could be night, it could be daylight
I'ma show ya what the, AK like
Them bullets burn, they don't come straight
They flip, they twist, they turn
Now is ya ready for it
Then I'ma bring it to ya, if you insist playa
I'ma discharge all fifty out the clip playa
That's how I roll dog, better get ready
That's how I roll dog, ya better

Man, I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin' up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get crunk dog, let's get buck dog
Where ya sets at, put 'em up dog
I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin' up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get crunk dog, let's get buck dog
Where ya sets at, put 'em up dog

If ya down wit me, come on and let's get loose
Anything goes, hair down, do whatcha do
I ain't seen a girl shake like a hot girl shake
From Detroit, Texas, to Orleans, to M. I. A.
Alabama, Cash-Ville or Atlanta, G.A.
They damn the do, I mean they do the damn thang
Down south raw, can't forget rough and rugged
We be clubbin', thuggin', hustlin', and head bustin'

Teeth platinum or gold, everyday dress code
T-shirt, Reeboks, bandanas, and girbauds
It'll be uncivilized, don't stick to the G-code
Under twenty, ya ride natural, I'm on twenty-fours
2003 black hummer, H2O
450's, DVD, Xbox TV's
Mouths drop, I come through, heads turn, eyes buck
Like whoa, who that is, he burnin' up

And, I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin' up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get crunk dog, let's get buck dog
Where ya sets at, put 'em up dog
I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin' up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get crunk dog, let's get buck dog
Where ya sets at, put 'em up dog

Ashanti, hot, too too hot
Beyonce', hot, too too hot
Alicia Keys, hot, ooh that girl hot
Foxy, Cameron E., man them girl's hot
Man that girl from the sunshine state, she hot
I wanna see Trina just drop it like it's hot
Charlie Baltimore, hot, that girl so hot
And hottie yellow thing with Roc-A-Fella, ooh she hot

Give props when it's due, man Abrea, she hot
God bless the dead, Aaliyah, and left-eye hot
Kelly that sweet, Petite thing, she so hot
Chilli and T-Boz, man them girls hot
That girl vita, thugged out, straight off the block
I like 'em like that, man that girl she hot
That girl on 106th and park, ooh she hot
Cita girl, it's yo world, you're just too hot

And I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin' up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get crunk dog, let's get buck dog
Where ya sets at, put 'em up dog
And I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin' up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get crunk dog, let's get buck dog
Where ya sets at, put 'em up dog

Man I'm a hot boy, original, original
Man I'm a hot boy, original hot boy
Is you a hot boy, 'cause I'm a hot boy?
Kizzle's a hot boy, is you a hot boy?
Gar a hot boy, is you a hot boy?
Snipe a hot boy, is you a hot boy?
Kid a hot boy, is you a hot boy?
Red a hot boy, is you a hot boy?

Chopper city hot boys, we some hot boys
Wide open hot boys, we some hot boys
Is you a hot boy, I wanna hot girl
'Cause I'ma hot boy, I need a hot girl
Is you a hot girl, 'cause I'm a hot boy?
Hot hot boy, number 1 hot boy
Gizzle, ha, ha, ha hot boy
Uh, hot boy, it's the return of the hot boy

It's the return of the original hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy
H O T B O Y, uh

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There It Go! (The Whistle Song) - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: There It Go! (The Whistle Song)
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Gregory Taylor, Terence Anderson, Laron L. James, Darren Daniel Joseph, Carlisle Young

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Lyric:
Santana
(Ay)
It's Dipset

There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Baby don't stop now

[Whistling]
There it go
Damn shorty look good
And I'm thinkin' ?bout gettin' at her
Okay, time to whistle at her
Ay girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
There it go
Bring it here baby

Top down and I'm at it again
It's hot now and I'm at it to win
You heard me

Who want it with me?
Nobody want it with me
Oh I'm so fly
Oh Mami come ?n get me

Sit it down
Back up
Bring it on back up
Move it ?til you feel something hard in your back up

There it go
If you want it, come and get it
I aint kiddin', I'm wit it
Here it go, go

[Whistling]
So girl let me see you get low
There it go, yeah jus' like that
Move your thang like a boomerang
And come right back

There it go
I don't need to ask I proceed to grab
A chick suck my G'd up swagger
There it go

[Whistling]
There it go
Damn shorty look good
And I'm thinkin' bout gettin' at her
Okay, time to whistle at her
[Whistling]
Ay girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)

[Whistling]
Ay girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

(Ohh)
There it go, it's Dipset
(Ohh)
There it go, ay ay ay
There it go, it's Dipset
(Ohh)
There it go, ay ay

I got to get it, I'm so hot terrific
So not fair to the other guys that's in it
I know not a limit ?cause no sky's the limit
?Til then I'm doin' my, doin' my, doin' my thang
So baby keep moving your, moving your, moving your thang
And that'll keep you in the, you in the, you in the ring
Or maybe not

[Whistling]
Ay girl you make me want to know

You do it like a pro ?lil lady
If so, bring it here let it show ?lil lady
There it go
Let's go ?lil lady to the crib, to the tele
You know ?lil lady

Run
Yes girl
Uhm yes we can have a
Cum-fest girl ?til the sun sets girl
(Girl)
[Whistling]
But first I gotta get you undressed girl
So take off dem clothes and undress girl

Damn shorty look good
And I'm thinkin' ?bout gettin' at her
Okay, time to whistle at her
[Whistling]
Ay girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)

[Whistling]
Ay girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

[Whistling]

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There It Go - Lyrics - Juelz Santana

Title: There It Go
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Gregory Taylor, Terence Anderson, Laron L. James, Darren Daniel Joseph, Carlisle Young

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Lyric:
Santana
(Ay)
It's Dipset

There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Baby don't stop now

[Whistling]
There it go
Damn shorty look good
And I'm thinkin' ?bout gettin' at her
Okay, time to whistle at her
Ay girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
There it go
Bring it here baby

Top down and I'm at it again
It's hot now and I'm at it to win
You heard me

Who want it with me?
Nobody want it with me
Oh I'm so fly
Oh Mami come ?n get me

Sit it down
Back up
Bring it on back up
Move it ?til you feel something hard in your back up

There it go
If you want it, come and get it
I aint kiddin', I'm wit it
Here it go, go

[Whistling]
So girl let me see you get low
There it go, yeah jus' like that
Move your thang like a boomerang
And come right back

There it go
I don't need to ask I proceed to grab
A chick suck my G'd up swagger
There it go

[Whistling]
There it go
Damn shorty look good
And I'm thinkin' bout gettin' at her
Okay, time to whistle at her
[Whistling]
Ay girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)

[Whistling]
Ay girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

(Ohh)
There it go, it's Dipset
(Ohh)
There it go, ay ay ay
There it go, it's Dipset
(Ohh)
There it go, ay ay

I got to get it, I'm so hot terrific
So not fair to the other guys that's in it
I know not a limit ?cause no sky's the limit
?Til then I'm doin' my, doin' my, doin' my thang
So baby keep moving your, moving your, moving your thang
And that'll keep you in the, you in the, you in the ring
Or maybe not

[Whistling]
Ay girl you make me want to know

You do it like a pro ?lil lady
If so, bring it here let it show ?lil lady
There it go
Let's go ?lil lady to the crib, to the tele
You know ?lil lady

Run
Yes girl
Uhm yes we can have a
Cum-fest girl ?til the sun sets girl
(Girl)
[Whistling]
But first I gotta get you undressed girl
So take off dem clothes and undress girl

Damn shorty look good
And I'm thinkin' ?bout gettin' at her
Okay, time to whistle at her
[Whistling]
Ay girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby
(C'mon)

[Whistling]
Ay girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

[Whistling]

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Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up) - Lyrics - Sheek Louch

Title: Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)
Artist: Sheek Louch
Composer(s): James D'Agostino, Sean D Jacobs

Lyric:
Yeah, D Block, Green Lantern blast that
Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D Block, mighty mighty D Block

Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D Block, mighty mighty D Block
Everywhere we go
D Block you bitch ass niggaz

Yo, it'll revolve, when I'm mad he's cool
Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes
This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest
Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed

Think I give a fuck what you heard 'em say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be watchin' my wordplay
Now everybody wanna be 'Pac
Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day

The Des'y got a beautiful ring
I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth

That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks
D Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips
My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot
'Cuz it turned into a drug free school zone, let's go

They ain't D.A. I'm top five, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfuckin' chest
Walk witt me, Green Lantern

Jae Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns
Here's why they call me the Ghost

Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks
Spin a muthahfucker out, empty his chest
Leave your muthafucker whip a mess
All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh

Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef back on
That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food
Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick
No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick
Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick

Stick a gernade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you
You say fuck Sheek Louch? Well fuck you too
Your father, your mother, the hole you came through

Niggaz don't learn till they're carasined out
Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out
You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch
Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless
I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you
Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you

I live this shit, it's never gon stop
Open niggaz face wit a octopus top
Face all ripped up, catch me on the block
Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock

Pussy muthafuckers don't want no beef
Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth
Chase you in the house with the all black heat
Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money
But I'll settle for your necklace, D Block, two guns up

Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D Block, mighty, mighty D Block

D Block, two guns up
Call up hood, hit up ya hood
Yo dude skip up street

I grew up as a young dude, chillin' wit them old cats
Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac
Fuck being broke, I'm tryin' to cop a tan four
Trap you up like niggaz get pussy in The Sopranos

You really want beef? I'm bustin' the tech
I'll hit you up in the park while you're doin' your sets
It's D Block, yeah, yeah, y'all
You can't get no streeter nigga
I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater

Old school style stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop
You niggaz talkin' like y'all can't get stuck up
I ain't an icon but y'all will still get fucked up

As we continue on, your hood you finish
Write a suicide note and get a window on
Nigga that's the type of shit we on
Redrum, Redrum spin it back like a Missy song

Take a cold heart to twist your mom
But it's wintertime, shotty under the snorkle
Will flip when it's dinner time
Strange days without Angela Bassett
Middle of the hood niggaz handlin' plastic

Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds
Anywhere we gon be in the hood
Wit the burners and the hawks nigga being the hood, watup

Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D Block, mighty, mighty D Block

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Put Yo Fist Up - Lyrics - The Leprechaun - Lil' Flip

Title: Put Yo Fist Up
Album: The Leprechaun
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Eric Weston, Todd Berry

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Lyric:
Got to do something for the playas if you ain't a real playa
You'll have to go to the back of the club, this for the playas
And the ballas and the pimps, for everybody, south side
Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine, piece shine
Pull up looking clean on two twenty's nigga

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

I just put some new rugs in my two story club
Hoes getting dug in my king size tub
Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug
No fucking love while I sip purple mud
I fly like a dove, smoke like a champ

Never run from no one 'cause I might catch a cramp
Smoking damp, fucking on a old school tramp
Ten dollar rock for a twenty food stamp
My name is Carlos holla fuck these hoes
Life is like ballet stay on your toes

My dream is to keep the world up all night
'Cause I got enough 'caine to have a snowball fight
I floss gators, got cribs with elevators
So much cash I bought a pool for my neighbors
Dope house and sucka free, run your ass up a tree
Fuck with me and you'll be keeping dad company

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

When I walk into the club people say, ?Where he go??
But when I open up my mouth they be like, ?There he go?
When Redd sliding through the club I'm throwing my elbows
Any girl I snag, she sticking like velcrow
And when I take my watch off, they say, ?Who cut the lights off??

And I can freestyle all night until they cut the mics off
As soon as I touch the stage, broads ain't paging they man
Instead they spilling liquor, waving they hands
Well I'm a valet parker and a endo sparker
So many waves in my hair I got to wear swimming goggles

Now we ready to buy the bar tossing shit the counter
People notice my name and run over the [unverified]
Now when you see me in the club, I'm dressed top of the line
I'm mixing up codeine and popping bottles of wine
I met a chicken head from Michigan showing her tattoo
Hit it off at the bar too, let's scram so we could car pool

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

Hey, this for my Blacks, Asians, Chinese and Caucasians
Muslims, Irish and even Jamaicans, Hispanics, Indians
Throw your sets up and all the fine women, raise your dress up
Hold up your piece if you got ice in it
And put your white cups up if you got pink sprite in it

You might see me at the bar but I don't drink that much
I just bought an Escallade and I'm gone paint that truck
I got three million in the bank, but it ain't that much
Now when I look at magazines I say ain't that us
I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob

I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob
Man, they screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club
A nigga buzzed off this remmy with a blunt and a hug
When sucka free in the club women lose they brains
If I need ice in my cup, then I use my chain, bling bling

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

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I Want To Go Home - Lyrics - The Magnificent Johnny Cash - Johnny Cash

Title: I Want To Go Home
Album: The Magnificent Johnny Cash
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Johnny R Cash

Lyric:
We sailed on the ship John B, my grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, got into a fight
Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B sail, see how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, why don't you let me go home?
Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home

The first mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk
Constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home

Then the cook, he caught the fits, threw out all of my grits
Then he took and ate up all of my corn
Let me go home, why don't you let me go home?
Well, this is the worst trip since I have been born

So hoist up the John B sail, see how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, why don't you let me go home?
Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home

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Pro Nails - Lyrics - Ultraviolet - Kid Sister

Title: Pro Nails
Album: Ultraviolet
Artist: Kid Sister
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Melissa Young

Lyric:
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin'

Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin'

Shake it up, up rock ya body
Make it knock, knock when you partyin'
Take a break, break in the audience
Do ya footwork break and stop again?

I'm lookin' sharp
You can't compete with the champ
Steady flickin'
I'm holdin' done that layaway rack

Aye, rhinestones all in they face
Gold charms and paper chase
Talk smack from around the way
Gotta put these chickenheads in they place

I ain't rockin' no stupid, babes
I ain't trippin', I juke all day
I ain't slippin' 'cause either way
When I hit the block all the people say

Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin'

Aye yo this mothafucka jammin', I'm on it, it's a anthem
Who is that in the Phantom? Please no cameras
They gone have me on concrete loot in my pajamas
To hide the goods, I would need pants big as Hammer's

I be tippin' them dancers, they be sayin' I'm handsome
I was pretty before the dough but now I'm just the man
You remind me of my old chick on that '84 shit
Oh shit, did you see the way she got her toes did?

Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin'

Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin'

Girls be so thirsty, thirsty
Fast forward to the end of my song
And say third verse me, verse me
Whenever I hit the block I see

Tricks try to rehearse me, hearse me
From manicure sets to silky weaves
They be so grimy, nasty, bogus
Turkey, germy, dirty

Uh oh, Shol' did, you ain't slick, no
Let the pioneer blast my shit
Wait a minute, hold up, nigga
Bubble letters on my butt say fresh

Oops, I'ma go, nails like whoa
Acrylic base, top all gold
Clothes on my back to the paint on my toes
Stay fresh 'cause I'm accustomed to gold

Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin'

Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin'

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Locked Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Locked Up (Remix)
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Locked up, they won't let me out
And I had a long day in court, shit stressed me out
Won't give me a bail, they can't get me out
Now I'm headin' to the county, gotta do a bid here
I used to livin' luxurious, I don't wanna live here
The walls is gray, the clothes is orange
The phones is broke, the food is garbage
Lotta niggaz is livin' with these circumstances

S.P.'s the same, I still murk ya manz'z
Drug money to rap money, work advances
Niggaz ran and told, I shoulda murked to Kansas
Got popped for a murder attempt
Knock me on D block when I was burnin' the hemp
Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take it to a further extent
Locked up and they won't let me out
When I hit my cell block, niggaz know the threat me out

I'm steady tryin' to find a motive, why do what I do?
The freedom ain't gettin' no closer, no matter how far I go
My car is stolen, no registration
Cops patrollin' and now they done stopped me

And I get locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

Headin' up town to re-up, back with a couple peeps
The corner block's on fire, undercovers dressed as feens
Makin' so much money, product's movin' fast
Put away the stash and as I sold the last bag
Fucked around

And got locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
My nigga I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
I got locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Baby, baby I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so
I'ma ryde or die and stay D-Blocked up
Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P
When I walk by, nigga get up
'Cause I'm locked up, they can't get me out
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out
Go and hit the bar when the wrecks be out
Can't wait for the day when they let me out

'Cause visitation no longer comes by
It seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is gettin' empty
My cell mates gettin' food without me
I can't wait to get out and move forward with my life
Move on with my life
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead

I'm here locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
My nigga locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Oh oh oh, I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

'Cause I'm locked up
(They won't let me out)
Where's my lawyer?
(They won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no, they won't let me out)
Get me out of here

I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Baby I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
Where's my niggaz on the block tell them I'm locked up
(They won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Can you please accept my phone call?
'Cause I'm locked up, locked up

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Kool Moe Dee

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Kool Moe Dee
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Moe Dewese, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

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Lyric:
Here we go
Come on

Yeah yeah
The word is out
Kool Moe Dee's in the house again
And here we go again

And word has it the brother's esoteric knowledge
Is a little too deep for the fans
So he gon' come this time with a simplified rhyme
Check it out

Around and around and around we go
People comin' to the jam to hear me flow
The live lyricist is here and it's so
I got a funky beat to let you know

Only real brothers wanna hear real rhymes
All the soft suckers want the nickel-and-dime
Candy-coated, sugar-coated bubblegum rap
Long as it's movin' on a funky track

My vocabulary's over their head
They can't understand a word I said
So I gotta come with the watered-down sound
With mediocre adjectives, verbs and nouns

Party people in the party only wanna dance
It's hard to rock a party when you're lyrically advanced
I tone down the lyrics, suppressed ego
Got a funky rhythm, now watch me go

Here we go
Come on
(Go go go go)
(Here we go again)
(Yeah, y'all come on)
(Here we go again)

Go with the flow? No, no, no
I am the brother that sets tempo
Intelligent, relevant, eloquent speakin'
You do the dancin', I'll do the freakin'

Some people wanna dance, some people wanna listen
Some people at the party only wanna hear the dissin'
My versatile styles, I'm able to adapt
You know I'm talkin' shit 'cause I'm all that

I drop science for the brothers on the street
Intellects get it, and others want the beat
The way they feel I could be erased
All they want is you to pump that bass

Rather than tryin' to change the times
They would rather me change my rhymes
A positive brother? Yeah, yeah, we know
But they would rather just watch me go

Here we go
Come on
(Go go go go)
(Here we go again)
(Yeah, y'all come on)
(Here we go again)

I am a brother, young, gifted and black
There's no need for the profane rap
I'm lyrically potent, very well versed
Some rappers can't rap and try to hide it with a curse

Money in the pocket, gold around the neck
Rings on every finger, boomin' system in effect
Tryin' to imitate, or better emulate
I can relate, but I rather innovate

Like the creator I love to create
Peace and love, conquerin' hate
I got a date with faith
To be known as the great

So all you sissy-soft suckers gainin' weight
Become irate, while the ladies irate
Infatuate, lust and mate, mental state, compensate
If I get too deep, then you won't relate

So now I gotta tone down the sound
'Cos I can pick the beat up and turn it around
Turn any jam to a political party
Raise your conscience and rock your body

If you can't relate, just clap your hands
Listen to the rhythm and do your dance
And I'll just party with the alter ego
Rock-the-body-body-body-body, here we go

Here we go
Come on
(Go go go go)
(Here we go again)
(Yeah, y'all come on)
(Here we go again)

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Dilated People - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Dilated People
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Jimmie Cameron, Vella Cameron, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Now turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, now turn it up

Can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my, can't live my

I can't live my, I, I can't live my
Life this way, continually get high
Instead of runnin' round, lock one bird down
It's a new day, gotta do it big just to get by

Show no respect, can't live that way
Ya hold my check, can't live that way
With out my chick on deck, can't live that way
They say what they like but I been that way

My moves calculated through the lens almost here
Success will be the best revenge
Man from Clint East to Kanye West
The sun can't chill but every day it sets

This time I made up my mind
This time I'm back on my grind
I know there's things in my life
That I'm a let go startin' tonight

I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way

I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way

My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend
My freak girl tell me now she a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I'm pullin' girls off the bench like a six man

I'm in the club doin' the same ol' two step
While Omega's doin' the same ol' Q step
I had my money on my mind I was thinkin' green
She a pledge A.K.A. she was pink and green

I want a good girl, she want a gentleman
We sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I weren't really spittin' game I was scrimmagin'
My pimpin' ship so hard it needs censorship

I?m in Chicago ends, till Chicago ends
Till we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know what's better, gettin' laid or gettin' paid
I just know when I'm gettin' one the others gettin' away
This way

This time I made up my mind
This time I'm back on my grind
I know there's things in my life
That I'm a let go startin' tonight

I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way

I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way

Go 'head, flip a coin so the game can start
Believe I know the drama, kid name the part
I learned before the hot flame came the spark
It's like before the pop fame came the pour

But this industry'll play with your life man
They're playin' with your rent, food, water and lights, man
That's why I rock the beat like that old tightie-T Jam
The batter ram, then I'm off to Amsterdam

To rest up for strength, to deal with this weight
To deal with these deals, to deal with this hate
I dedicate this to Jam Master J
Run DMC showed me how to walk this way!

This time I made up my mind
This time I'm back on my grind
I know there's things in my life
That I'm a let go startin' tonight

I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way

I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way

This way, this way, this way, hey
This way, this way, this way, this way, hey

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The Party Scene - Lyrics - Put Up or Shut Up - All Time Low

Title: The Party Scene
Album: Put Up or Shut Up
Artist: All Time Low
Composer(s): Jack Barakat, Ryan Dawson, Alex Gaskarth, Zack Merrick

Lyric:
Hey kid, you've got a lot of potential
But I think its time to move up
So go on and blow us away with your sound

Now you're everything that we've come to love
You taught us to move, so we'll show it off
Just drop us the beat

Here's to the fast times, the times we felt alive
To all the nights that we forgot to get back home

Stay seventeen, the party scene
Has got the best of me and you
We've got to let this go

Drink up last call
Before the sunrise sets the scene
Of empty bottles, heavy hearts
The memories of broken dreams

We were so tired yet so alive
Wrapped up in lies
Like sheets of another one night stand
You know you left the girl with nothing

But the sunrise through the window pane
Where tired eyes will close

Stay seventeen, the party scene
Has got the best of me and you
We've got to let this go

I know she hopes I choke on this last drink
Drop dead before my influence gets to her head
She said, "I'll love you forever
Or find something better

It's all just the same as when we sleep together
We wake up with headaches
And trouble remembering
What went wrong

Stay seventeen, the party scene
Has got the best of me and you
We've got to let this go

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The Juggla - Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Juggla
Album: Carnival Of Carnage
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
The Juggla

Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up

It's finna fuck you wit dat
But if you a sewer skank, let me hit dat
'Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked

I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head, chilling in my lap

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tic

The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck

Bitch, I'ma man you can talk ta
But after you leave, I'ma stalk ya
If you're a little kid, I'ma take ya
And if you're neck, I'ma break ya
If you're an old lady, I'ma mug ya
'Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the Juggla

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is the Juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous
Carnival of Carnage, keep juggling, motherfucker

'Cuz ya know the Juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you, that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to Hell 'cuz I'm down with Esham

Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
And fuck the south

Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, what's up, ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown

Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch, that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz

Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagen

And we coming straight to your brick house
I'ma huff and puff and blow your fucking neck loose
And then I might mug ya
'Cuz they're will be no fucking with the Juggla

Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come
To your birthday party, wedding and bar mitzvah
And cut your back off for a small fee
The Juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody

Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go

And the Juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and try and get trashed
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangster killas

Violent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schizofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches like it

What's up, bitch? Let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like that?
Why are you like that, like this?

The ghetto took my brain
And motherfuck, I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and hack
With a 'Kick me' sign on my back

In my corner is scyne therapy
They take care of me but don't stare at me
'Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the Juggla

Finally happened, the wicked clown has come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land, the southwest ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, come one, come all
And have the Juggla cut your face off, skip to the lou

Juggla, Juggla, fuck with the Juggla
You can't fuck with the Juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go

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Jam For The Ladies - Lyrics - 18 - Moby

Title: Jam For The Ladies
Album: 18
Artist: Moby
Composer(s): Lana Michelle Moorer, Angie Stone, Mark Sparks, Richard Melville Hall, Michael Mcdermon, Robert M James

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Lyric:
One thing's for sure, well we got soul

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far
It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far
It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are

Get yer jam, get it on, superstar
Get yer jam, get it on, superstar
Get yer jam, get it on, superstar
Get yer jam, get it on, superstar

Jam on
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
MC Lyte, would you put it right

Everybody moves, I paid my dues
You pick and choose, I stick and move
Yes, yes y'all, it ain't gonna stop
Forget me not, ladies keep rippin' the spot

Now men what you heard 'cause women are comin' up
Keepin' it raw sexy and rough
Fly from the top to the bottom it's gonna be
Cut 'em, gut 'em, we got 'em it's like the old leagues

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far
It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
If you're from where-ever to where-ever you are
MC Lyte, do it right

You know I, I can't stand to be held back, it's so fly
All the ladies y'all got my back, yeah
Even when we're solo in action
We come together like six sets of Jacksons

For the ladies and a superstar
Lyte leave the set but never go too far
I toured the world but I'm rollin' it now
Don't want my girl to brag, eve was holdin' it down

Jam for the ladies, we putting it down
Snatchin' the crown 'cause we fend for high ground

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far
It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far
It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far
It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
I could leave the whole set but never go too far

It's a jam for the ladies and the superstars
And they know, superstar

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Bwa - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: Bwa
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Mia X L Patterson, D Fekaris, Colin Wolfe, L Mitchell, I Marchand, R Mays, Dino Nelson, E Wright, Andre Young, Tracy Curry, Nick Zesses

Lyric:
Ugh, c'mon let me show ya how it go down
When you get three of the illest bitches
Together on one track
And we all got attitudes

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I gotta case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face
Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist
A hundred in the clit' blastin'
What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo?
Alias Chyna White, Gangsta Boo on my right
And Mia X to my left, why y'all motherfuckers thugged up
44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherfuckin' club up
Tear the club up, feel me uh
I sets motherfuckin' friends for bitches

Make 'em feel shit, real bitches recognize real shit
Only one bitch put it down like this
See this shiny ass shit on my wrist
See them shiny ass shoes on my six
And I know y'all know them thug ass do to my clique
When it's beef, Na Na stash this heat for all y'all asses
My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular
We 5-7 droppin' ya
It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

A certified hairdresser Mama Mia
Known on the streets for drama
When my bitches meet some heat they call Mama
And I'm comin', gunnin' everything up in my way
But it ain't always gotta be about the gun play
I gots to say for real
My right and left Aka Dumb Hoe Beaters
Black sizin' while his jaws, y'all know Mia
A street bitch 'bout street shit

They ain't no attitives in this bitch
I live this raw dog
To all y'all backstabbin', two face motherfuckers
Double talk and get y'all crunched in both your dick suckers
I buy the ruckus aye' day whatchu gon' do 'bout the crew
'Cuz my clique's all true
True niggas, true game, true paper
Keepin' up with us, trust the true then break it
Take the shit outside or start it in the club now
Y'all gon' tear it up then I'm ma shut the bitch down

I just wanna show them
I just wanna show them
Die bitches, everywhere you go
Bitches is dyin', bitches been dyin' for over 400 years
C'mon

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I live a rich life nigga so that makes me undefined
Got them bitches mad 'cuz your niggas is all mine
So, I guess that means I'm just the shit
Straight up blaze, the wrong lady to fucked wit
You lay your ass on the fuckin' ground, don't speak
Watch I'll bloody up you seat, leave your ass all nice and sweet
On your monkey ass, when you take the mask, try to run with mass
Go down, infra red on your monkey ass
Gangsta Boo be wit it, what the fuck you tryin' to do?
Your Power Ranger crew scared of us
We thought we told you, we coming through tearin' clubs up
Bitch in the reins yellin' hit a motherfucker
And give her the damn thangs

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I just wanna show them
I ain't no bitch
I just wanna show them
Real bitches don't die

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