Tres Leches - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy) - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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First Time - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: First Time
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Catrina Powell, Derryck Thornton, John David Jackson, Qura Rankin

Lyric:
First time you kissed my lips
The first time your fingertips
Touchin' me, I couldn't resist
The first, the first, first

The first time you kissed my lips
The first time your fingertips
Was touchin' me, I couldn't resist
I knew I was meant for this

The first time you held me close
The first time I couldn't say no
So lost inside of you
I knew I was meant for you

Now my first time checkin? you, only took a second to
Start inspectin? you, without disrespectin? you
Wasn't expectin? you to say it was affectin? you
What you wearin? got me starin? like you butt naked, boo

It may seem, like I don?t even reckon you
But I day dream about kissin? on the neck of you
Style is impeccable, smile is incredible
Ain't nothin' like you, and baby, I done met a few

The way I feel it?s almost like a crush
My heart beats faster, it?s almost like a rush
And that?s just when you in a, in a room
I could tell when you around by the scent of your perfume

I see why they put the R&B songs together
I feel like Mariah, yeah, 'We Belong Together'
It?s my pleasure, I treasure that I met you
Bet you I could get you on the first time

The first time you kissed my lips
The first time your fingertips
Was touchin' me, I couldn't resist
I knew I was meant for this

The first time you held me close
The first time I couldn't say no
So lost inside of you
I knew I was meant for you

Now, I remember datin?, the first time was intimidatin?
No rush though, I spend the whole November waitin?
Come on, look at the patience that I?m demonstratin?
After a week or two, I usually start eliminatin?

But we got through the convo on the phone
Now we finally chillin? in a condo all alone
I tried to be expressive without bein? aggressive
Just bein' suggestive, a ?lil more impressive

And I?m a good playa, I listen to the coach
She showed me the play book and said this is the approach
If you ever wanna score ?cuz some players rush they shots
And that?s why they neva on the floor

And that?s why we both feel comfortable
Like long time friends, only been a month or two
I got moves and I know when to make ?em
But I only give ?em if I know you could take ?em, uh, oh

The first time you kissed my lips
The first time your fingertips
Was touchin' me, I couldn't resist
I knew I was meant for this

The first time you held me close
The first time I couldn't say no
So lost inside of you
I knew I was meant for you

Now, before the first time we laid down in the bed
You ain?t know the kinda thing sthat played around in my head
I ain?t play around when I said you gon' remember this
Might even turn yourself on when you reminisce

Our first time, we were like virgins with experience
A ?lil shy but I urged you to experiment
Things got wetter, oh, I mean better, oh
I?m gettin? numb, I?m about to

C-c-come on now, not yet, boo, slow down
We just stepped in the ring, need a few more rounds
That?s the first time it felt like that
Now you know why Fabolous is spelled like that, yeah

The first time you kissed my lips
The first time your fingertips
Was touchin' me, I couldn't resist
I knew I was meant for this

The first time you held me close
The first time I couldn't say no
So lost inside of you
I knew I was meant for you

The first time you kissed my lips
The first time your fingertips
Was touchin' me, I couldn't resist
I knew I was meant for this

The first time you held me close
The first time I couldn't say no
So lost inside of you
I knew I was meant for you

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If It Ain'T Rough, It Ain'T Right - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: If It Ain'T Rough, It Ain'T Right
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips

Lyric:
Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as oval tine
The dominant gene queen, I mean go, the light's green
The protege could play like chess to quest the best
Confess, never poor as Bangladesh

I get busy like a boxer, operate like a doctor
Seal like a locker, pop like Orville Reden Bacher
Buy the tape, L P, C D
All me and Petey, to cater to the needy

'Like a Prayer' for Madonna but 'A Different World' for Jasmine
C L is well a physical attraction
Let me make myself perfectly clear
While I'm there, I make a peer a positive pap smear

Really I do once I light the barbecue
Thread the loose ends, see my friends are the crew
The fright night King of New York like Frank White
If it ain't rough it, ain't right man listen

If it ain't rough enough to mingle in the stuff
To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff
It ain't right so I smash the satellite
Check the Fahrenheits before I take flight

Unique as Mozambique, here to freak Sheik
The skills that won't leak and never antique
Warm like a oven you're lovin' the style I'm druggin'
Alleyway muggin', heavyweight sluggin'

No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs
Break your ribs like a toothpick 'cause you were never slick
[Incomprehensible] you lacked back when I first started
C L's the one who got the Red Sea parted

My conversation qualification is a doozy
The rude Rudy wreckin' write you off as a floozy
I shoot for the moon but even if I miss
I'm among the stars to put a bullet hole in Mars

In my frame of mind I design the best seller
For rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and Teller
Steady with the convo, rough like Brillo
Let your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillow

The master intelligent with the black testament
Found it relevant and mailed it to the President
But overall I get the papes for my labor
With the physical manifestation of a Savior

You wanna test this but I slay anyway
'Cause your rhymes are old with more wrinkles than a charpei
Mecca Don upon the streets of Babylon
Pass the baton to respond like Farrakhan

Hard like Shaft with the staff for the back draft
A blazin' aftermath, so hon make a path
If you don't trust him, bust him
But if you don't have a weapon then kid keep steppin'

The main idea in here for the hemisphere
C L's here to get wreck for the year
A large man's appetite blowin' like dynamite
If it ain't rough, it ain't right, come on

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Twisted Heat - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Twisted Heat
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Kaseem Dean, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the money

Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the strap

Gonna ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got bombs

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna kill me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run from it

And the click-click from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is argue

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your insides open

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow down
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorant

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)

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Twisted Heat - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: Twisted Heat
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Kaseem Dean, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the money

Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the strap

Gonna ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got bombs

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna kill me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run from it

And the click-click from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is argue

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your insides open

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow down
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorant

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)

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Brand Nubian - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Brand Nubian
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, J J Johnson, L Dechalus, W Dixon

Lyric:
Now who comin' with that hot shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Who about to rock shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Super splashy with that head knot
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Seal it down 'cause it don't stop
(Once again Brand Nubian)

Now as I blast off with my curricula, comin' perpendicular
Watch me kill it when I spill it, top bill it, shine like acrylic
Actions manifest with the strategy of chess
Hit you with more retardedness than the seed born from incest

Since the scrotum I was that brother ripped a hole in my daddy's rubber
Swan dived into my mother left behind a thousand others
Caught one cat sittin' in the egg, tossed him out he slid down the leg
Born months later, I come ridin' down the escalator

Doctor tried to smack me but I caught him with a two piece
My pops said, "Son you did it right, aww man my shorty tight"
Then he passed the brother a mic and ever since my flow been tight
Come on, you gotta be kidding me if you think Brand Nu' lost a step

And if you do go get a late pass 'cause you cats done overslept
Over two thousand emcees attend school at Haji Prep
Brand Nubian brothers, A alike, B alike, plus we see alike
'Cause ain't nuthin' but that blazeness when these brothers touch the mic

Now who comin' with that hot shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Who about to rock shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Super splashy with that head knot
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Seal it down 'cause it don't stop
(Once again Brand Nubian)

Now who comin' with that hot shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Who about to rock shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Super splashy with that head knot
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Seal it down 'cause it don't stop
(Once again Brand Nubian)

The rap legend, never pushed a Legend, gripped the mic
With my bredderns, like Kryptonite we steal your powers
Like Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos we come back
To reveal the seventh seal, the drum track's the soundtrack for war

Hardcore righteous, the nicest
Comin' with advice that's priceless, to help the crisis
It was felt by some, you wouldn't like this
Now we got you strung like you sniffin' that white bitch

Flippin' the tongue, even at a high pitch, we run
Shit like diarrhea, we burn that ass like gonorrhea
You learn your past through the eyes of the overseer
Me, I earn my cash tellin' the truth

They wanna make a felon out of every black youth
My nigga Stick Man got the cracked tooth
Steady yellin' in the booth, we got big plans to make loot
Waitin' for the seeds we plant to take root

Who comin' with that hot shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Who about to rock shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Super splashy with that head knot
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Seal it down 'cause it don't stop
(Once again Brand Nubian)

Who comin' with that hot shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Who about to rock shit?
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Super splashy with that head knot
(Once again Brand Nubian)
Seal it down 'cause it don't stop
(Once again Brand Nubian)

I'm here seven nights a week, no charge
And for two drink minimum, the Wild Cowboy number one
With them C-Town and Manhattan street pose
To they dancers on Thursday's for all the lost souls

Laid out in bed she offering, don't want the pussy
Fell for the hype but now I wanna stretch her
'Cause her convo is slow, there's a lot of shit she don't know
But she young and firm, she'll learn

We hit them niggaz in the middle of the month, check day
And in a future life I will probably pay
But who's to say, 'cause I'm right here today, and death to spray
You wanna get some smoke see my man Jose

You want somethin' stronger got to wait a little longer
From the Harley Houses to the Brasley Houses
To my City Park youth throwin' rocks off the roofs
And my sons downtown, they don't give a fuck

Let the flames off from inside of the truck
My OT pipeline will stop your lifeline
Make your wife blind and best in your lifetime
No doubt

Once again, once again
Once again, once again
Once again, once again
Once again, once again

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Veteran'S Memorial - Lyrics - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Title: Veteran'S Memorial
Artist: Prodigy Of Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Albert J Johnson

Lyric:
Memories play back like film
I flash back we was little niggas livin' most real
1989's when we first met
We first clicked over convo' gettin' twisted
In dunn grand earth crib cuttin' outta school

Watchin' cable it seemed like the other day
Through the eyes of a stranger we was kids
But in our own minds we was grown mens
Outside on the block we would play the bench
And y'all play the rock every chance y'all got

As I sat back and just watched hey, what can I say?
The same back then as I am today
I can recall me, Jemel and Jamal
In the room drinkin' straight vodka with they moms
When I walk home with the big nefertiti charm

Back with the light blue camoflauge suit
God me and Hav' doin' it hard, tryin' to get on
We sampled songs on the box with record and pause
Killer B didn't even get his first firearm
And I was still holdin' one shot derringers

Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist
Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce
Sometimes I see a chick walkin' past with ya kids
Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-5th
All the shit that we been through it boils to this?
Dun, I wish we could start it all over again

Ninety-five, we on top tourin' the states
A lotta times we even took the click overseas
Came along way from the hallway
Sitting in the staircase with Bacardi
Bring the honeycomb speaker outside to bang

While we would share drinks with the other that came
Triple L stayed takin' they cash in dice games
Killer Black grew to keep an ice grill, dunn was not playin'
Yammy, the most Infamous told me one day
"Put the bogies down 'fore I pound you out P"

But it was all love, we was eash others dunns
We held each other down, borrowed each other guns
It's hard to believe that niggas so strong
Could die so easily forever be gone
I could still feel the web of your palm, against mine
'Cause we did our hand shake all the time

Why it have to be your time to go and not mines?
Spilled tears contemplating to my delf cryin'
All the laughs we shared and fights we had
All the nights we would get nice, damn
Plates of food we split in half
I dedicate the rest of my life to all my niggas that passed

Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist
Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce
Sometimes I see a chick walkin' past with ya kids
Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-5th
All the shit that we been through it boils to this?
Dun, I wish we could start it all over again

What the fuckin' deal, motherfuckin' Scarface nigga, killer
For Bean, Fugi, Gooey, I can't take no more nigga, Corey
Black Ed, the fuck, knahmsayin'? I'll will burnin'
Harry, fuck yo, I can't take no more man
Frankie, Spank, whattup man? Straight up

My grandmoms man, my granddad man
Grandma Brooks, straight up my pops man
Straight up man, that's it
All my dead, all my dead
Man, the little babies man, no more man
Abortion babies man, I can't take no more man

I'll never forget you, all my dead it's all love man
Motherfuckin' Yambo, in a minute, we'll be there
Motherfuckin' Yammy, straight up, I can't wait
You was my strength nigga, I miss y'all
I can't believe you gone nigga
What the fuck happened?

Ain't nobody else goin' away man
You ain't takin' nuttin' else from me man
Nobody can't take nuttin' else from me man, that's it
I dare you! Come try, it's over man
You can't take nuttin' else from us yo

That's my word, I put my life on it
I'll be next nigga, straight up
I stand up for that
'Cause ain't none of my niggaz goin', that's enough

We had enough
It's the Veteran's Memorial right here man
Straight up, man
We love y'all, one love

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Oh No - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Oh No
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Ronald Jr Ferebee, Dwayne Michael Carter, W Matlock

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Lyric:
Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no
Cut the music up, please!
Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no

Cheer, I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at

Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love and take it back
Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats

Face the facts, you can't change him
Can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Can't miss him if he kill you
Then you can't blame him

That's just how the dice roll
When you can't fade him
Get too deep up in that water
And they can't save ya

Me I come out of that water
Like I was just bathing
And watch my step on a wet pavement

Yea, I'm from the hood
So I rep 'em where I can't take 'em
Holly grove, holly grove was his last statement
So nigga get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place

They call me W E E crooked letter Y, I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast
Like, ha ha

That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin' back
It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
No cocking back
Silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
The clip sink down to the dick
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me

When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin', he sleepin'
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin' he thinkin'
Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin'

Bob Marley got me stinkin'
Stackin figures I'm standin' firm life's a slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins
From where I came'

Though I bear a name only one call live with
Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
I'm sicker with it
Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe
Let some time go chill
What you know about a bongo
Having her mind goover a convo about dough, nothing!

Man, the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
Pocket knife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom

Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
'Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright
And I'm feelin' like mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, big momma's house
She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
And he ain't gettin' up after them shots
If you hit him in the right spot
Hold up the beat might drop

Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no

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Incognito - Lyrics - Undiscovered - Brooke Hogan

Title: Incognito
Album: Undiscovered
Artist: Brooke Hogan
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Terence Abney, Brian Coleman, Claude Kelly, Dan Strong, Tawanna Dabney, Joel Kipnis

Lyric:
People [Incomprehensible] hot hips
Runnin', runnin', hot lips
What you want, I got it

He was smooth like a wave cat, coolin' in his Ray-Bans
Incognito in the back of the club
I almost passed him then I came back asked him to explain that
Who you hidin' from in the back of the club

He said I'm hot tonight, wasn't lookin' for nobody
But you lookin' right
Won't you take a seat and let me get up in your mind
Boy you kinda turn me on
I had to get back, sit back then we had a chit chat

Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
Oh, oh, ah, ah, away from all the people
(In the back of the club)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
(We be livin' it up)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, and can't nobody see you

People [Incomprehensible] hot hips
Runnin', runnin', hot lips
What you want, I got it
Boy, you got a hot chick

I was lost in the convo, gettin' me and I know
We can't stay forever in the back of the club
So we sped off into viper, damn I think I like ya
Boy I thought I met you in the back of the club

He said I'm hot tonight, wasn't lookin' for nobody
But you lookin' right
Won't you take a seat and let me get up in your mind
Boy you kinda turn me on
I had to get back, sit back then we had a chit chat

Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
Oh, oh, ah, ah, away from all the people
(In the back of the club)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
(We be livin' it up)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, and can't nobody see you

People [Incomprehensible] hot hips
Runnin', runnin', hot lips
What you want, I got it
Boy, you got a hot chick

All alone there are no other people
'Cause that's how we do, it's like [Incomprehensible] for just you and me
Seems like there's been no one else around us, since I met you
Take me away to some other place

(In the back of the club)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
(We be livin' it up)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, away from all the people

(In the back of the club)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
(We be livin' it up)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, and can't nobody see you

(In the back of the club)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
(We be livin' it up)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, away from all the people

(In the back of the club)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, incognito
(We be livin' it up)
Oh, oh, ah, ah, and can't nobody see you

People [Incomprehensible] hot hips
Runnin', runnin', hot lips
What you want, I got it

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Blown Away - Lyrics - Konvicted - Akon

Title: Blown Away
Album: Konvicted
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): David Styles, Giorgio Tuinfort, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Cheh, crazy, it's one of those things man
You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about
It's where the goin' get rough, Akon
The tough stay tough, Styles P, up front, let's go, konvict

We in too deep to turn back now D, sure is
Watch yourself before you get blown away

You know where I come from
The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dum dum
A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
Still bustin' guns for the slum that they come from

Cops is the only ones they gon' run from, that's it
They puttin' they hood up but 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good luck
You gon' ride on a man and catch 25
(Blown away)
Or get hit and get sent to the other side

You lose both sides of the coin
So me I play the hood baby not in the groin
Mama got a little church I could join but I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I could join but I didn't go yet

Cool with the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats
'Bout to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats
If you known you shoulda shown the way
Mosta the hood 'bout to get blown away

'Cause I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
Guaranteed you'll get blown away

'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
And I done seen the cops break my peers
Tryin' to hold on to couple more years
Tryin' not to get blown away

See I ain't never shot nobody but I'm known for fightin'
So when I strike man you'll think you been struck by lightning
Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a ***
Even a child can take it like by pull the trigga

Retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion
So you target in the distance and keep on blastin'
They say guns don't kill people, people do
So when you're hit man you feel that s*** the evils do

Can't see myself get beat down my eyes swollen
Mom's cryin' they don't know what happened, my pride's stolen
If I ain't got my heat then I got a blade
That hit you off me, so

I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
Guaranteed you'll get blown away

'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
And I done seen the cops break my peers
Tryin' to hold on to couple more years
Tryin' not to get blown away

Keep my eye out for jakes, ears to the streets
Other eye out for snakes and these scandalous freaks
If we ain't on good terms don't bother to speak
Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me

Same thing'll make you laugh it'll make you cry
This quiet ***, he'll take ya life
Hate for it to be the world's sacrifice
If somebody else could travel through the tunnel of life

'Cause I'm that type of guy I'll be there when you're ridin'
But I'll stay to myself
So if you see me out there with a bear we fightin'
N**** then go help the bear

'Cause I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
Guaranteed you'll get blown away

'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
And I done seen the cops break my peers
Tryin' to hold on to couple more years
Tryin' not to get blown away

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Nobody Believes Me - Lyrics - Styles

Title: Nobody Believes Me
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): Michael Gomez, David Styles

Lyric:
Ahh today's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha
This is a true story ladies and gentlemen
You might not believe it though
But fuck it, thats why I'm the ghost
I'm about to open up
Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up
He said
Your gun is in the closet flippin
Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me up
So I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrong with you?"
You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you
I said I just beat a case daddy
And I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy
Then the hammer said
Man listen, used the knife twice in a row
Tell me if the plan switchin
Cause we used to get around together
We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it's now or never
I said hammer take it easy baby
Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby
And all you gotta do is chill a while
And then the hammer said "cool" 'cause you know that I feel you Styles

I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me

My knife said to me
I hawk niggas down, bust arteries
And he get bright red for me
Knife you my nigga but leave me alone
I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone
I said "Haze what the hell is up?"
He said
You know how we do, you know that we crew
So where's the vanilla dutch
Rolling something up
Thinking about killing every rapper in the game
And holding something up
My haze said to me
You need to calm down when the rage come to you
'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you
But you don't give a fuck
So just open up your book and let your page come to you
Even though I'm humble and noble
I don't give a fuck
You ain't tryin to hear me I'ma shoot through your mobile
It's funny, I'll stalk you
Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo 'less your money start talking

I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me

My money spoke to me
It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me
Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me
And said the hammer oughta blast at me
He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail
Take a look at the cars and the crib
I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south
Shit, I'm the reason why the block jumping
Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop something
And I'm the reason why you ride or die
Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye
I said money you the root of evil
How they print "In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people
But I'm a hard felon
So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling

I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me

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More Trife Life - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: More Trife Life
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Yeah she'll take you out too kid

A rainy day laid up thinkin' sitting gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy flicks minds on the slouch
Back on the couch heard the phone ring
It was a shorty from uptown I met back day

Long time no hear from no doubt long time no see
I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she 3
Whats up wit that cat, you know who your baby pops
Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked

He home, fuck dat nigga I'm on my own
Matter fact got my own crib plus I'm all alone
Word? The bitch is bad, chill son she got me tempted
Reminiscing the fatty Jumped in the ride I rented rest Tims

Mecca dice well presented sippin' E and J straight
Was bent when I entered gave her a hug
Steered her straight into her mug
She ain't shes a bitch back then and now it's bugged

Turned the VCR on Friday, my favorite flick
Offer me a drink Alaze I take a sip
Got into convo, How you been over the years?
Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear

Whatchu mean? I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin' about him another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him, word?
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him

Now I'm thinkin setup could it be or maybe not
She said don't sweat it he don't got the top lock
Tried to play it cool. But in my head shorties wildin'
Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas

Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was
With Trip and two other grimes, The Twinz
Let me begin then explain
I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed

Stuck without a gat, not prepared for combat
Gave the address, told my son there's more cats
Be here in a second, big gats no half steppin'
They flippin' on me talkin' 'bout I never learn my lesson

I laugh in additional hit 'em with the math
Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the bath
Played the living room, dozed off for a second
When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked

Make moves all this bullshit pussy betta be good
Step to da room, threw off my champion hood
Slow motion, all arm bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open

It was over Laid up in the cut, I heard a thump
Jumped up threw on my boxers, yo, What the fuck?
All of a sudden, I saw this black motherfucker
With this big ass gat and two other motherfuckers

Black masks, clutching duct tape no escape
Tied me up, smacked me all in my face
Shorty wasn't even screamin', looked up saw 'em schemin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah we got this nigga yeah yo we got this

All bloodied up, shook the fuck up
Held for ransom they yelled got da bonus smiled and started dancin'
The phone rung it was my sons, let them know they had me hostage
Don't worry yo we got this regardless of the outcome
All this bullshit take a nigga word don't never go see a bitch, word

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The Convo - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: The Convo
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Earl Simmons, Barry Alan Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Edward Joseph Penney, Damon Blackman, Jerry Gillespie

Lyric:
You tell me that there's love here
But to me it's blatant
Nothin' but all the blood here
I'm dealin' with Satan

Plus with all the hatin'
It's hard to keep peace
(Uh huh)
Thou shall not steal
But I will to eat

I tried doin' good, but
Good's not too good for me
Misunderstood
Why you chose the hood for me

Mean I'm aiight
I just had to work hard at it
Went to gran'ma for answers
An' she told me that God had it

So now here I am
Confused and full of questions
Am I born to lose
Or is this just a lesson

And who it's goin' choose
When it gets turned around
And will it be layin' in my own blood
And on the ground

My child, I've watched you grow up
And I've been there
(Uh huh)
Even at those times you least suspected it
I was there

And look at what I've given you
A talent to rhyme
I may not come when you call
But I'm always on time

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in
Lord, we're just startin'
But where will it end

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in
Lord, we're just startin'
But where will it end

But when the funds are low
The guns'll blow
Lookin' for that one that owe
Make 'em run that dough

No!
Put down the guns
And write a new rhyme
You'll get it all in due time, you'll do fine
Just have faith 'cuz you mine
(Uh huh)

And when you shine
It's goin' be a sight to behold
So don't fight to be old
Or lose sight when it's cold

See that light down the road
It's goin' guide you there
Two sets of footsteps
I was right beside you there

But what about them times I
Only saw one
Those were the times when I was
Under the gun

It was then
I carried you my son
Led you to safety
It just wasn't your time to face me
(Uh huh)

Ayo a few of them times
I thought you would erase me
But all you did was embrace me
Prepared me for the worst

Offered me eternal light
And scared me with the hearse
And the curse turned to grace
When the hurt turned to faith

No more runnin'
(Uh huh)
And slidin' in the dirt
'Cuz I'm safe

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in
Lord, we're just startin'
But where will it end

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in

So if I'm yo' man, I'm in yo' hand
Wus yo' plan
Never had a friend
'Cuz you couldn't trust your man

Learned to stand before I crawled
Things were twisted
And if you showed me anything at all
Then I missed it

Looked the wrong way
(Uh huh)
I've done some wrong things
(True)
Kept a bad attitude
But that's what wrong brings

And now you mean to tell me that
After all this time
It was you that kept the dog
From goin' out of my mind

It was you that breathed life
Into my lungs when I was born
And it was you that let me know
What was right from what was wrong

And it was you that let me do
What I knew what could be done
And it was you that gave me a good wife
And a beautiful son

And it's been you speakin' to me
Inside my mind
And it's been you who has forgiven
Time after time

It was you who opened my eyes
So I could see
And it was you who shined yo'
Light on me

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Wisdom Body - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Wisdom Body
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods

Lyric:
No man all bitches are the same
Just like my hoes, you know
I keep 'em broke
Wake up one mornin' with some money
They're subject to go crazy you know?
I keep 'em lookin' good, pretty and all that
You know, but no dough
When I get a bitch, I get a bitch
(Right on)

Word up, that motherfuckin' brother wise
You know what I'm sayin'? Teachin' the uncivilized
Yeah, runnin' the streets, know it's deep
Word up, check his technique, yeah
I be Ghostface
Flippin' the marvelous track, yeah
You know the steelo, but yo, yo
Check the bangin' sounds that I invent

Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went
They couldn't match up with the fly nigga
With his back against the wall
Heads clapped once I came in the door
I played the speaker, sippin' on Kahlua
Saw this bad bitch with a switch
And yo, I had to step to her in a manner
And rather wished the current was warm

When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
Please, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf
Yo, what's your name hon'? Hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun
Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em
Especially, when you're browsin', goin' fishin'
Your wasteline, bangin' like a baseline

Physical form is well complexed
And yo, I love your outline, boo
Your whole body is wild, with your rugged profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong?
You rockin' labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne
Show me some love hon', show me some love boo
Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through

Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it
Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust
And yo, your stee is high potent, yo
We can go the distance, I put you under wings
From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings

I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
Word up, yo, straight up and down yo
Check the joint, baby
It be the Wu-Tang production
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
And brothers catchin' repercussions
Yo, straight up

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Unit - Groupie Love - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Groupie Love
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): W Nugent, D, T Means, K Risto, Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, M Bernard, Al Green

Lyric:
Yeah, G-Unit, yeah

I've been so many places, I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I've done fucked before
I've been around the world, I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on a tour

(And everything's changed)
I'm rich bitch
(You've done heard of my name)
50 Cent bitch

(I'ma P I M P)
I'ma pimp bitch
(You done heard about me)
'Coz I'm the shit

Now things change at first they didn't want me now they want me
See a nigga gettin' payed, they wanna push up on me
You see these hoes chasing a nigga, have 'em in a hotel casing a nigga
Treat me like a lollipop, like me, baby, then lick Dr. Dre and Shady

Groupie love
Now, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Now, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P. with hoes around me

Man, now give me that groupie love
Come, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Come, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wit me, it's alright with me
Come on an' gimme that groupie love

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
That's the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase, summertimes the roof

Gimme eight days in the eighth homie, I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus move an wait
I got birds backstage the serious eye candy
I got birds in the hood, so, I'm in to birds with Mary

My writing methods got me more hoes than Tice and Betha
Icy necklace on the tour, bus ass naked
Here straight jump, bitch, say, "How high?"
And flag down a car when the shit drive by

I'm a pimp like pretty tone, I got the info on the pretty chrome
Fucking hoes over fifty four
My name here weight, you barely know you on that R Kelly shit
Your bitch is barely grown

Groupie love
Now, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Now, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P. with hoes around me
Man, now give me that

Groupie love
Come, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Come, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wit me, it's alright with me
Come on an' gimme that groupie love

G-g-g-unit

Is shorty ain't feelin' me? Shorty must like girls, like girls
'Coz I'm only eatin' your whirl
Bitch, I can make you famous, you don't know what your missin'
I can change your mind if you listen

If the bitch don't like me, the bitch must don't like men, like men
I say what I want 'coz I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar, mommy, I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider

The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells, the only way I'll put a ring on your finger
Give me a convo with two cups an'
I'm in your bedroom fucking up your sheets like the Ku Klux Klan

I shook hands wit my fans and fuck 'em
I'm in the hallways tryin' to duck 'em
So, I can climb in to somethin', my name's B A N K, dollar sign, bitch
I'm a bigme to make that switch
Now come gimme that

Groupie love
Now, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Now, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P. with hoes around me
Man, now give me that

Groupie love
Come, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Come, gimme, gimme, gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wit me, it's alright with me
Come on an' gimme that groupie love

Groupie love, I love that shit, yeah

Groupies come and groupies go and they are always at our show
So, I garb me the tightest one and then proceeded straight to the mall
She's so excited that she's here with me
That she feels she should pay here fee
And I did not disagree, so, she drooped down to her knees

Groupie love, yeah, groupie love, yeah, groupie love, yeah

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