Smash It Up - Lyrics - The International Noise Conspiracy

Title: Smash It Up
Artist: The International Noise Conspiracy
Composer(s): Dennis Lyxzen, Inge Johnasson, Sara Almgren, Ludvig Dahlberg, Lars Stromberg

Lyric:
I want to smash it up for all the workers
Who spent hours into nothing
I want to smash it up for all my sisters
Who got caught up in this funky system
I want to smash it up just like a locust
Like a satellite shooting rockets
I want to smash it up in every way I can
And right now I think I want to be your man

Smash it up yeah when I'm down

I want to smash it up for all the kids who
Who got fucked up just like their parents did
I want to smash it up, the gods and masters
Who made us die so much faster
Yeah yeah you know I want to smash it up
Yeah yeah you know we gotta smash it up
Yeah yeah come on pretty smash it up
Everybody right now come on everyone

Smash it up yeah, when I'm down
Smash it up yeah, when I'm down
Smash it up yeah, when I'm down

I want to smash it up for all the people
And for our right to be, to be treated equal
I want to smash it up for all my friends
I hope you stick around until the very end
Yeah yeah you know I want to smash it up
Yeah yeah you know we gotta smash it up
Yeah yeah everybody wants to
(Smash it up)
Come on every one right now yeah

Smash it up yeah, when I'm down
Smash it up yeah, when I'm down
Smash it up yeah, when I'm down

I want to smash it up
I want to smash it up
I want to smash it up
...

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I Got This In A Smash - Lyrics - Represent - Fat Joe

Title: I Got This In A Smash
Album: Represent
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Joseph L Kirkland

Lyric:
Yeah, it's time to let 'em know how I got this here
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, got this in a smash, know what I'm saying?
Showbiz, Diamond D, check this out
Aww, one to the head, I don't give a fuck
Suckers better duck, buck, buck, buck, buck

I let off mad shots
You get dragged when you face the big shot
Yeah and the Bronx is my territory
Suckers getting sprayed, end of story

Whether one deep or with my crew
I pack a .45, my girl packs a .22
Huh, so you know I'm all right
If niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight

Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga out the frame
I'm insane, pushing punks in front of a train
'Cause I don't have it up to here
Talking about skins, I have more than Richard Gere

Yeah, 'cause I got it like that
It ain't hard to tell that Joe is living fat
How I last and surpass any nigga who shows his ass
Is gonna end up getting blast

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Aw shit, another brother hit
This time it's Tone, life is a fucking bitch
It really hurts when the shit hits home
Early in the morning, they calling me on the phone

Telling me my man caught eight to the chest
Nah, this couldn't be, Tone always wore a vest
But that's the way the story goes
Today you're here, and tomorrow who knows?

Man, I'm gonna miss him, I love him to death
Charlie's in jail and I'm the only brother left
It's time to get strong, forget about the sorrow
But like Ike said, no one is promised tomorrow

Fuck the bullshitting, it's time to get cash
Don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Well, it's the F A T, Gang S T E R
Living like a star, drive a fat car
525 and I'm crazy live
Not all the loot in the world could make me take a dive

Fucking mad bitches on the first date
Straight to the telly, hit the skins, I gotta skate
See, I got no time for a stunt
Because a 40 and a blunt, that's all she really wants

Yeah, so dough keeps collecting PC
Knocking out punks with my man Diamond D
Cause everybody knows I'm the man
And if you fuck with me, then shit'll hit the fan

I took mad flicks since '76
Robbing every other brother for their motherfucking kicks
I once heard a kid say he's his brother's keeper
His brother turned around and bust him with a street sweeper

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

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We Can Freak It - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: We Can Freak It
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Kevin Gilliam, Andre L. Wilson, David Ivey Ware, Ricardo Brown, Casey Wilson

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Lyric:
Bounce, rock, rollin', skatin'
Bounce, rock, rollin', skatin'

I've been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
Hittin' like switches, dippin', hit the switches
Which is one reason why I gotta make mine
'Cuz these fools on the street's tryin' to take mine
Wassup ladie? Time's gettin' shady
You gotta lipstick wit it, that's why I'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine

Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee
Just ride with me
Battle cat in the back with a sack on deez
Ridin' with the young OG's
Dippin' down Shaw, fuck all of y'all
As we bounce rock skate on threes

We can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
That we can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know

Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine
Livin' life in my rear view S, nigga hear you
About to drop the bomb record one and blue calm
And Yukons and John hook my shit up bomb
Who controllin'? Rollin' with my nigga from the Pound
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a G once more, he once smoked
For free, now its all about the G's and me

Oh yeah! Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis nigga, fuck jeans
I'm sure all the G's know what I mean
Lil locs, young G's and OG's
We on the smash for cash and that's it
We hit the stash and dash and that's it
We don't flash we mash we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh

We can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
That we can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga

Why you trippin' wit me? Won't you kick it with me?
By my glock, combinin' nots
I got me somebody mad as shit
While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit
I'm dippin' down the street in a sky blue Bently
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies made a left
But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so

We can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
That we can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
...

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We Can Freak It (Ny Remix) - Lyrics - Kurupt

Title: We Can Freak It (Ny Remix)
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Kevin Gilliam, Andre L. Wilson, David Ivey Ware, Ricardo Brown, Casey Wilson

Lyric:
Bounce, rock, rollin', skatin'
Bounce, rock, rollin', skatin'

I've been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
Hittin' like switches, dippin', hit the switches
Which is one reason why I gotta make mine
'Cuz these fools on the street's tryin' to take mine
Wassup ladie? Time's gettin' shady
You gotta lipstick wit it, that's why I'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine

Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee
Just ride with me
Battle cat in the back with a sack on deez
Ridin' with the young OG's
Dippin' down Shaw, fuck all of y'all
As we bounce rock skate on threes

We can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
That we can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know

Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine
Livin' life in my rear view S, nigga hear you
About to drop the bomb record one and blue calm
And Yukons and John hook my shit up bomb
Who controllin'? Rollin' with my nigga from the Pound
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a G once more, he once smoked
For free, now its all about the G's and me

Oh yeah! Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis nigga, fuck jeans
I'm sure all the G's know what I mean
Lil locs, young G's and OG's
We on the smash for cash and that's it
We hit the stash and dash and that's it
We don't flash we mash we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh

We can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
That we can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga

Why you trippin' wit me? Won't you kick it with me?
By my glock, combinin' nots
I got me somebody mad as shit
While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit
I'm dippin' down the street in a sky blue Bently
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies made a left
But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so

We can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
That we can freak it, freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but come in the cave and you'll know
...

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Set It Off - Lyrics - Young Gunz

Title: Set It Off
Artist: Young Gunz
Composer(s): Hanif Muhammad, Chris Ries, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Wooo!
Swizzie! Young, Young Gunnaz
Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man I just know that
Let's go!

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up
Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh
Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up
This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up
Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up
Still on the block, 'cause artists we get the less cut
Bail money to the side, just in case I mess up
Y'all can either ride or roll over if ya left us

Catch up, never that, this team never slack
You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better
That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-Fella music
Gotta move 'em, we gon' do it, long as we keep improving
Look it's time to set it off, the drama set it off
I see you when I see you, then I'm a let it off

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Ain't no slang like that east coast slang
Them east coast boys hit the road wit the
Switching lanes, snatch up your dame
Drop 100 cash on the chain
Still bring the pain wit them thangs
And them hollows to the tizzop
Coming to holla through haters blizzock

You goddamn right so have that money right
And we don't mess wit the funny type
Fake ass pimps like Money Mike
We get it cracking, fully loaded the magnum
If you jump up in this wagon then you know what'll happen
And we ain't trying to see the law
The system knocking, enforcers popping
Trying to see a broad
We trying to see them girls when

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Yessuh! It's me, N E double to F up
Young Gunz indeed, double your bets up
We double them tecs up, we silence the violence
You if you messed up, you ain't gon' stress us
Ain't worried bout you weirdos, your heroes, wannabe De Niro's
Till that thing get sinked wit them air holes
We dumb nice, missed the price, hurry set it up
Got this thing on smash, be damned if we letting up

Keep on asking where we going, known to be smarter
Decision been made that we rolling wit Coach Carter
Beat start rocking and rocker keep rocking
If that semi jam up that glock'll keep popping
It ain't hard to find us, right down on [Incomprehensible]
You should ever have a problem, north is where you'll find 'em when

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

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We Are The Ones - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: We Are The Ones
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Boots Riley

Lyric:
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed

I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale

Now philosophically you'd be opposed
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
That you go eat a dick as employment froze

And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
Were there to bury me under the gravel

Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe, you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near

So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street C.E.O.
There was all of this hell well and not one hero

The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified

There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission

It's an equal division and then we go to prison
Which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen
And complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust

Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables

We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands, they can't sanitize

We're the have-nots but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

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Half-Empty Bottle - Lyrics - Answer That and Stay Fashionable - Afi

Title: Half-Empty Bottle
Album: Answer That and Stay Fashionable
Artist: Afi
Composer(s): Jade Puget, Adam Carson, David Marchand, Hunter Burgan

Lyric:
The ends don't always justify the means
But I know what it takes to get what I need
I've got the cure when passive protest just won't do
Just flick my Bic as I hold it to the fuse

Smash it up, break it down
Bring it down, down to the ground
Tear it up, burn it down
Burn it down, down to the ground

How long have we waited for the day
When they tighten their grips and we slipped away?
The sound of breaking glass, it drives me back up
It makes me whole when I've been down on my luck

Smash it up, break it down
Bring it down, down to the ground
Tear it up, burn it down
Burn it down, down to the ground

The ends don't always justify the means
But I know what it takes to get what I need
I've got the cure when passive protest just won't do
Just flick my Bic as I hold it to the fuse, smash it up

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Turn Me Up Some - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Turn Me Up Some
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): J Yancey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yeah, turn me up some
Fuck goin' on? Yo! Uncle Darren, what up brother?
Yeah, yeah Flipmode
See we got a whole,
We got a gift wrapped package for you mother fuckers
Yeah, yo yo yo yeah

Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo
So tell me why you act so?
Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black
Till it's time to relax yo or until you all collapse so
Fuck it it's hardly that the God is gettin' tired
You don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah
What, the God is back see you don't want nothing
No matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back

Choose whatever the route that you choose
Wounds so horrendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise
Blows we never come in singular they comin' in twos
My crew be startin' the ruckus once I give them the cues
To blast from the triggers that'll bust from all of my dudes
Be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes
We make you back down havin' the facts down
With all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news Word up, see you don't know nothing about it

Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some
Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, I'm sayin'
But you don't know nothin' about it
Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and hurl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin'

Now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass
You corny niggahs low class, yo, I flash on 'em
Then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on 'em
Flickin' a 'lil ash on them
From the blunt we smokin' keep a chick chokin'
Got them open with flows I suppose
And make them soak in they clothes
Keep the shit that make them sniff and make them open they nose

Got them fucked up stuck just like they strikin' a pose
Yo, we gainin' weight, na it's just my pockets is swole
From keepin' niggahs wilin' wild they drivin' smackin' the pole
A one two, yeah, you see see perhaps while I hold me a stack
Hater niggahs block holdin' me back
Yo you fool niggahs plottin' against the God best be holdin' a strap
'Cause how we commin' through you know it's a rap
Move with a crew of Guerrilla dudes who know when to clap
Or blow some shit from off of the earth or the face of the map

Yo so take that, once we give it to you ain't no fakin' a jack
It's funny how you find your face in a trap
Little bitch niggah frontin' like he ready to scrap
You better off actin' pussy tryna gimme a dat
Stayin' focus on fulfillin' a dream
The way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably killin' your team Fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters, turn the shit up
If you and your peoples ain't hearin' me proper I'm sayin'
See you don't know nothing about it

Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some
Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, I'm sayin'
But you don't know nothing about it
Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin'

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Certified Bomb - Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

Title: Certified Bomb
Album: Skull & Bones
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Call me the serial rhyme killer
Mic cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web, nigga
Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
'Cause my mic told me to do it, 'cause you wasn't a true soldier

Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb
You're a hot dog with no mustard, you're flustered
I'm calm, spit, heat like a fucking dragon
Bagging you up, tagging you toe, zipping you up
Clipping you up, mic cord tripping you up

You're in the dark with no light
And wishing a nigga had lit you up
So much for wishful thinking, your body's stinking
You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya

Don't play me too close, I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban, Puertoricans, all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes, check it out

Don't play me too close, I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban, Puertoricans, all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes, check it out

Call me imperial beatslayer
All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player
Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry

That'll teach you, I beat you on every plain
Ain't no other way to beat you, I beat you with pain
Shred you into pieces using the tiger claw
A cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw

Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
Fuck what you heard, I brought down the Titanic
So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it
Because it never gonna be safe for wack, niggas, I don't trust 'em

Don't play me too close, I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban, Puertoricans, all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes, check it out

Don't play me too close, I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the place
Got my Cuban, Puertoricans, all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes, check it out

Call me superior show stopper, your hip hop legacy
Claim us to remember we break you off proper
Oh you got a short memory? You wanna render me?
Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy?

I won't let ya, bet ya, reign supreme
Make your fans forget ya, search ya, in front of your team
Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythm
And hit 'em and get another suck and hit 'em with venom

Nigga, my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending
Suckers with no style, I hope you get offended
So I can lock your ass up with my jaw clutches
Then my rhymes just cut you, 'cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's

Don't play me too close, I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban, Puertoricans, all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes, check it out

Don't play me too close, I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban, Puertoricans, all up in the place
Gonna smash you in my face with tapes, check it out

Yeah, that's right y'all, gonna smash you in the face
Who be coming on touching me, getting around me
I'm a bomb, you know what I'm saying
I'm ready to go off, you know what I'm saying

So many motherfuckers out there talking shit
Doing their little thing, it's cool you know, I'm saying
Go ahead make your money, but don't you be coming
Around me, perplexing, playing like a bitch

You know what I'm saying, 'cause I can see your ass
Right through, you know what I'm saying
You're glass homeyboy, you're glass, you know what I'm say
Don't play me too close y'all, now come to think of it

I don't think I like you too much, you know I'm saying, always kicking it
Doing what we do, trying to act like us, trying to sound like us
You're playing me too close motherfucker, you need to step the fuck
On back, take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from
'Cause you're playing me way, way too close, what I'm saying

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A Bitch I Knew - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: A Bitch I Knew
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): D Weldon, K Gilliam, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen

Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy

It all goes back to '85
When I start gettin' pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night after the Sugar Ray fight

Wouldn't you believe it? Dog like a Retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Trina
She had a best friend wit titties named Vanessa
She told me to undress her, yes sir

Ain't no pressure, later that semester
She put me down wit her homegirl named Tanisha
She was so vicious, lips so luscious
Suck a nigga dick and have it shinin' like some dishes

Patricia, Patricia, she love da way I stick her
I take her to the movies and now she even bigger
Big bucks, no whammies
I had to meet this white bitch, her name was Tammy

She lived in the Valley, she couldn't understand me
But she let me dig out her homegirl named Brandy
Now Brandy was a cute lil' thick bitch
She moved to the hood from the 206

She brought some new tricks, flippin' them squirrels in the pearls
And turnin' out the neighborhood loose girls
And I seen that, so I beat the yam
So put her down, bottom bitch on my team

And we began makin', breakin' bitches taken
Whatever we won't see, she was upto fakin'
It's real in the field, no mistakin'
And cracked a lil' bitch, yeah, she Jamaican

Time and time again, she would bring me bud
And let me beat it up listenin' to 'One Love'
Off some jerk chicken, I got mo' bitches
Now I'm pumpin' her sister, it's gettin' real suspicious

But the dick is good, so they won't tell
And now their next door neighbor, Clarissa Belle
She been lookin' at me, I think she wanna hit
But I'ma holla back because I'm on another bitch

I'm on some other shit, I got a phone call
From the mothafuckin' President, y'all
He said, ?Snoop Dogg, how could I fuck a bitch
And make her suck a dick and not get caught for the fuck of it??

I told him, ?Look, here this is what you do
Make that First Lady sell a lil' pussy for you?
I think he got it 'cause he left fast
He left his daughters and a lotta cash

Well, what do you know? D O double G
Major pimpin' out in D.C.
And I'm a young pimp, got a lotta growin' left
And you'se a young hoe wit a lotta hoein' left

Always keep a hoe in check, blowin' out her train wreck
Yeah, I might have to go adapt
See every little hoe I meet
The stand outs, you know, the ones like Yvette

We fucked in the car, behind the bar
I shot it in her face and it went ahh
My homeboy Charles went up in her sister
Behind the garage

I was nasty, I was freaky, I was sick
When y'all was tryin' to hump, I was teachin' her to suck dick
Always tryin' to go up in a hoe
Got caught tryin' to fuck at school, they asked me what I did it fo'

You know just what I told 'em
I love pussy and this dick is what I showed 'em
And now they threw me out, now I'm at the pad
I'm at a new school, way cool

New hoes, new script, fresh fish
Walk up in the dorm and I bust a new bitch
I'm in some new tail, when I holla back
But for now, let me holla back and holla black

She's a twelfth grader in my Science class
And I done seen her pussy, yeah, boy, movin' fast
See I was taught by and I was called I
Betta move on somethin' fast if I thought I

Could claim a dame or game a brain
Or tame a maim not wit the same old game
See on some different stuff, I'm a different cut
It's what I say and do that make the bitch give it up

Oh, you wanna brag? I wanna brag to
And what you gonna do when they ask you?
Is you gon' tell a lie or you gon' keep it G?
Or you gon' hold it all inside and you gon' tell on me?

Shit, it's all cool 'cause it was all good
It's just another day in Doggy Dogg's neighborhood
You better watch your girl 'cause if she's on the loose
It's a 90 percent chance that she goin' to get pimp juiced
Now what it do, what it is?
Now you livin' wit dat hoe and y'all got 4 kids

Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy

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Ra - Warfare - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - Warfare
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Eric Murr, Lerone Idlett, Afura Philip, Jamaal Grinnage

Lyric:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about

You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under cover, make moves like no other
In dark alleys, you're gettin' opened from your belly

I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna Skelly
I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy and I be
Mashin' out crews of bad dudes for nothin'
Or 'cuz they frontin', they corny style, I show 'em somethin'

A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear
I'm scrubbin' down, this hip hop shit's infested
Too many niggas sexin' the mic, they not protected
Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested

The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's chronic
'Cause M.O.P. and afu-ra, shits bionic

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it on
It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long
Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is?
It's that back yard bangin' shit, that I rocked for the kids

Clack clack, move son I got nothin' to lose son
There's a million and one ways to die, choose one
Hit or miss, it won't matter to peel yo ass
I'm still left with a million ways to kill yo ass

Now afu-ra split 'em in half with the sword
You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board
Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee
We live and direct from New York City

I'm a stretch a nigga, so you better get your weapon
Stop yappin' with ya dick in your hand and start steppin'
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
This is war here and we gettin' it on all year, biatch

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

Let's take a trip down burner bark lane
Where the innocent get slain
And what you visualize will ruin your brain
A lot a blood sweat and tears, pain

Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does it's muthafuckin' thing
Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit open you
And put two under your hat
And as you lay flat just another nigga whacked

Before he stepped, he threw three through your chest through your back
And your outta here, lights out, game over
You said, you wanted to live life as a soldier
I told ya, we on shaky grounds, a lot of ups and downs
We on force, to run a crash course and blast off rhymes

And of course we have emotions inside, yeah
That's just some shit that we been trained to hide
You hear, be cautious, nigga walk slow
Talk low, this ain't no muthafuckin' talk show, this is

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

Fire!

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Settin' It Off - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: Settin' It Off
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): Rashia Tashan Fisher, Leroy Jones, Roger Mcnair, William A Lewis, Trevor Smith, Douglas Brinson

Lyric:
Yaaaaaaa
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo yo

I think I'm about to black out
I blow your fucking whick out
Niggaz who taught they catching me fuck that I'm about to rip out
Ripout and then I flip out make them whack niggaz ship out
Harbor the jet go on vacation and take a trip out
I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us
Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up
Other bitches are trouble
Younger bitches go scrub up smelling like you got dug up
Obey to shut the fuck up
I fertilize the world with my sperm
Speaking biblical terms
While we getting at you niggaz still remain in turn
My magnificance any flow will kill an innocent
Straight from up yonder spots
Smelling like inscense
Iiimuialate niggaz humiliate niggaz
Beat you in your fucking head just to communicate niggaz
As my squad get bigger you know we gonna multiply niggaz
Blend up the mixtures and fly niggaz you want to take pictures
Kick another
Then I rip another lyric furilla
Gorrila power persona rhyme get money quicker

C'mon c'mon c'mon

Who drops the rugged on the tape huh'
Shining like the sun on a hot day in jamaica making movements
On the militant killing shit with my crew
Sending mcd to beirut
Nigga fuck you
You cant stop what I started
Multi-check me when one of the seas parted
Its on again spliff I spliff from the bull pen
Bare raucus
That's how we get down in justice real niggaz love this
I pop shit on wackstas
'Cause I aint scared of no motherfuckas'
I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then I pass you
Have you standing still like a statue one mother fucker
Before my squad catch you

Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off

Flipmode squad always settin' it off yo yo
Real street niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Big money niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Bull pen niggaz always settin' it off yo yo

I'm the brooklyn bomber that's gonna selfdestruct
Ram I'm coming through I'm gonna tear shit up
You better duck this is kuwait the all out war
You really want mo' from the real hardcore
Yo I'm gonna show you difference from mines and yours
I'm going for broke make the whole underground choke
I'm in the east with my nigga smoke used to hustle bricks
In reberknock now I'm on some musical shit plus I got caught a note
Niggaz want to vote for my squad
I truly believe the black man is god
My family is mixed when american in yard
Oh long yo yo this is my 10 40
This is for your moms your pops and your shorty
On some ghetto shit nigga pass the 40's

C'mon c'mon c'mon

Peep the six stars a point pushing luxury cars
I'd be the open wound cat still spittin' mt balls
I mean you all lyrically wild to take it personal
Flipmode I'm about to take the flesh from you
Hold twin gas so dumb dumb splits in tunes
Laying in the hospitol because my eyes seen the size of you
Thought it wasn't possible for me to pull first
So short with big shit so when it blasts it hurts
Evil lurks to lay you down with a curse
Feel moist up cause fool thugs sliced you up

Digga rippin' first is somethin' wicked
I killed the double cd with just the fucking snip it
Ya'll niggaz think ya'll know me
My style be off the hook like jody
Who battles rack stack whatever niggaz throw me
You lost it I be on the money like sauce kid
All on up yo face talking how much my shit costing
Kill I rhyme them fronting on me like bitch with Koby Bryan
Bitch em'all time hit em' with a punch line make sure to hook tight
All across the board saying how that bitck look like
Tell them shorty is always ready to blink for fame got game
Like that Spike Lee flick
Now check it
Thats what it go like and we aint getting old unless the 4 mic
Watch my nigga stick a move on the whole type
It ain't doing no shows like the dough right

Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off

Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off

Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off

Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off
Settin' it off

Flip mode niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Real street niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Big money niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Bull pen niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
East coast niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
West coast niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
North coast niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Dirty south niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Midwest niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Freaknick bitches always settin' it off yo yo
Virginia niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
D.c niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Texas niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Chicago niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Ayo

We always settin' it off
Fuck that

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Fright Night - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Fright Night
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

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Fright Night - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: Fright Night
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

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The Return - Lyrics - Mystikal

Title: The Return
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Ron Ward, Pharrell Williams, Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson

Lyric:
This one here, the return
This for my dirty disco dancin', low-down
No good muthafuckas
The braided-up pimp is back

The return of the shit-talker
The lyrical explicit content, the original muthafucker
I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles, damn
Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records

I live it how I talk it, I bring it how I feel it
This my spot 'cause I done marked it
I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin'
Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season

I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong
On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on
You lovin' everything I put out
I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh

Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey"
And baby you gon' find out if I hit you with that Raunchy
Don't let me put you in that V-90
You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

It's safe to say I'm old school, way back
I went from 4-track to the a-dat and from a-dat to the Pro-Tools
Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit
Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it

Now what would make you think that I ain't the man
Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain
Tighter or hype they can't half bang
Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad"

I still be jammin' off the last one
I said, "Where you get that, Pops?"
He said, "I stole it from my grandson"
Now you know me when I step through
They say, "Son, I got yo record ain't you James Brown's nephew"

I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'
I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin
All I'm askin', all nigga, part-time lover
It's my turn, watch out there muthafucker

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence
I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'
Take that out and leave me on
Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron

So, when they ask you, you can tell it
Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli
They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho
The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them

Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle
Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother B-Kizzle
I'm just a fashion rap recite
That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tight

This time I'm fuckin' with the Poisonous Dart
Bitches in line waitin' for the party to start
We buyin' rides without leases
'Cause this year niggas runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back

Braided up pimp, braided up pimp is back
Braided up pimp, braided up pimp is back

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Make Noise - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Make Noise
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Busta (Trevor Smi Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c'mon

Bouncing, everytime I be hittin' y'all niggas with shit
That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin' hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot blow, blow, blow
Bus a bus is back all in your face and I'm back to replace
And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I'm concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
What, what, what

Yeah, yeah, I be keepin' it movin', and be keepin' it groovin'
Rep for my niggas by showin' and provin'
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? Yeah, yeah, yeah
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin' you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin' like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages, ho, ho

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

Busta rhymes givin' it to y'all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin' it down wit my Flipmode familia
That's a fact we comin' through, so step back
Move, move, move, move, move
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin' corner the market
Y'all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin' all of you the target, blau, blau, blau

See how we be keepin' it comin' regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin', and breezin' on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin' the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, bo, bo, bo, bo

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, make noise now, c'mon
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, make noise now, everybody now, c'mon, ha

How's about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin'
And get all up in your pocket, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin' it down and blowin' the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

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