Cuttin' (Remix) - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Cuttin' (Remix)
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

I keep that purple stuff, in my cup
Diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin' bucks
I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up

Twenty-fo's when I roll up
Purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up
You claim a set then throw it up

Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk

Mike Jones and I'm on the rise
Eighty-four's pokin' out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied
My name alone can't be denied

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You know me, I'm 'bout that paper
No time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators
'Cause Mike Jones a paper chaser

A hater I will erase
If he come trippin' to my face
Back then look in my do'
I was flippin' yapes for the papes

I swang from lane to lane
With one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup
Sippin' that purple stuff

H-Town, Houston Texas
We jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on
When I show my princess cuts

'Cause I used to hustle hard on my block
Laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin' to stack a knot
Seven months later name got hot

Now I'm fin' to take it to the top
I'ma run this shit when my album drop
All you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

I come through on all four's
Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows
I got friends but mainly foes

I got candy color on butter non-stoppers
I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I'm a hustler
That came up, from a struggle

I hustle from noon to night
When I step in a room you see ice
I'm on my grind puttin' it down
So I can live my life right

I stay on the scene, lookin' clean
24's roll while I'm droppin' screens
Befo' I got a major deal
I was underground stackin' green

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

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Got It Sewed Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Got It Sewed Up (Remix)
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Michael Jones, Salih Williams

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Lyric:
Mike Jones
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
Geah, Mike Jones
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah, Hypnotize Minds)

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dope fiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimpin' hard in the parkin' lot

Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint, fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts

I platinum mine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wastin' time by talkin' down

You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin' bad and I'm feelin' fine
'Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
On the microphone I shine and glow
I scream my name 'til the day I go
I hit the scene, 'llac candy green

Or candy blue when I'm with my crew
I represent, we drink and screw
I represent, we drink and screw

Michael Watts, he choppin' it up
Cocaine, I'm rockin' it up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up

I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stackin' grands
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan

2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
That's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Purple drank I'ma grip and sip
Anything illegal you know I'll flip
I roll the slab with my pistol grip
Diamonds shine from behind my lip

I hit the club a hundred deep
With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks
On the mic you can't compete
'Cause Mike Jones is in the streets

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

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The Set Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Obie Trice

Title: The Set Up (Remix)
Artist: Obie Trice
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Nathaniel D Hale, Michael Elizondo, Obie Trice

Lyric:
Bitch, I see
Did you know I know you?
Yeah, I know you

Last time I saw you
You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck
Last time you saw me
I was PI to the motherfucking MP, what?

And lately I heard you's a broke bitch
Livin' in the lower class suburb
And lately the word is I live in the suburb
And I don't fuck with birds

She used to pump on the block
Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out but
She tried to plot on a nigga
Vacant lot one shot bitch died go figure

He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit
Fuck's wrong with this nigga man?
He used to bring her through the hood
Treat the bitch to fuckin' good, my opinion

We used to blaze with the bitch
Faded off the lick, she X-rays the clit
This nigga bought braids for the bitch
Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit

Meanwhile in the hood she drivin' around good
This bitch thinks she's in Hollywood
Meantime she settin' the nigga up
Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck, what?

Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this bitch is shady, that's what I know
Sex on her mind all the time
And you think that that's your baby, you don't know

You a good guy that's living a lie
But she dove and played your safety, it's what I know
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that bitch just paged me? You don't know

We had to ride on a nigga
Watch him,for the right time to get richer
We decided when the hit was, run up on him
.45 in the ribs, what?

This nigga screamed like a bitch
Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of a lick but
The bitch, who told us bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga
He knew that we'd come but

Meanwhile in his hood
His niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up
Rims and new trucks, your man, 'Livin It Up'
Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt

Shot a nigga the fuck up
Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a rush
The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit' us
Turned out to be nuts, switched up

Mixed up wit' the wrong slut
Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad
My niggaz got my back, in fact
They caught on her Ave, flossin' in another nigga cab

Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this bitch is shady, that's what I know
Sex on her mind all the time
And you think that that's your baby, you don't know

You a good guy that's living a lie
But she dove and played your safety, it's what I know
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that bitch just paged me? You don't know

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N2gether Now (Remix By Neptunes) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: N2gether Now (Remix By Neptunes)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): John Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Clifford Smith, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Chris E Martin

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Lyric:
DJ Mia
Uhh, uhh, uhh

Who can be the boss?
Look up to the Cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin' on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes
As re enforcements for the fight
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone
Yea

Tangled in his own
I got the Bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
(Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round
I'll knock him out

They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
(Plugged)
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
(Burn)

Playin' with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
'Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it?
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious

Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster?
She beautiful
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit
(Limp Bizkit)
Roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and then jet

Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin' on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot, until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare

Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone
(Phone)
But don't you forget you're in the zone
(So shut the fuck up)
And take that shit back
'Cause all your shit's whack
Doodoo is doodoo
When it's weighed out like that
Burnin' up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin'
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down
Wu Tang clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)

It was over your head all day every day
S I N Y, One O Three O Four
Wu Tan Killa Bees,
And the Limp B I Z K I T
Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greezy
In a world full of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
(Limp Bizkit, Method Man)
(Rock the house y'all, bring it on)

{Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ?
You're not recordin' are you?
Are you?
I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it, uh
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think}

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Z - Mo' Money - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Mo' Money
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Shawn Carter, Carl Mitchell

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Lyric:
That nigga let his fuckin' flow go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a Micky
Drop that joint

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix y'all
Like a muh'fucker, oh yeah
Whassup my nigga and still hot up in that boy
Ain't it man, yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, c'mon

It's the remix
TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get this money

I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, black body
And in case you didn't know, I be the twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up

The ballers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it as fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' after me

I know I got what you want
I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top
Before you get this money

Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Gettin' that money my nigga

Oh, five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money my nigga

Makin' dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin' legends
Now, let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin' that money my nigga

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now, the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my forty five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over and I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a Butler for my maybach nigga
White linen, smokin' cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger

Feelin' on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice ladies
To come up to my room and do, me
Have her man like who's he?

Was a pimp at birth, first hoe was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with the gift and the curse, whoa

Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two o'clock
In the movies 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non stop

This for my project niggaz
Wide body mo' sippers
Pimps hustlers herb flippers
Get this money

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

Gettin' this money switchin' my whips and my kicks
Like, I'm just addicted to difference you pick
What you want from me to be a lame

With visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes
It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
Either in prison or pay visits like in laws

So we fend for ourself
And the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost
What else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745
Big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes when you
Gettin' that money my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get this money

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Mo' Money - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Mo' Money
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Shawn Carter, Carl Mitchell

Lyric:
That nigga let his fuck flow go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky
Drop that joint

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix, y'all
Like a muh'fucker, yeah
Wassup my nigga? An' still hot up in that boy, ain't it man?
Yo, Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, yeah, c'mon

It's the remix
Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this money

I heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, black body
An' in case you didn't know, I be the Twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up

The ballers be Jay, R an' T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' after me

I know I got what you want
I know I got what you need
Come an' mob to the top
Before you get this money

Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Getting' that money, my nigga

Oh five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money, my nigga

Makin' dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin' legends
Now let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin' that money, my nigga

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over an' I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach, nigga
White linen, smokin' cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger

Feelin' on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice ladies
To come up to my room an' do me
Have her man like, ?Who's he??

Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
An' I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with 'The Gift & The Curse'

Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh an' clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two o'clock
In the movies 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non-stop

This for my project niggaz
Wide body Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, herb flippers
Get this money

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Gettin' this money, switchin' my whips an' my kicks
Like I'm just addicted to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a lame with visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes

It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district
Where niggaz either in prison or pay visits like in-laws
So we fend for ourself an' the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes
When you gettin' that money, my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this money

Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches, dance
Dance, lazy motherfuckers, dance
Dance, drunk sonobitches, dance
Get your money, nigga, best of both

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Rollin (Remix By Dj Monk) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: Rollin (Remix By Dj Monk)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Dean Kaseem, John Otto, Wes Borland, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Alright partner
Keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is

Throw your hands up
Ladies and gentlement
Chocolate starfish
Keep on rollin', baby

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here
L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care
One two three times two to the six
Jolts in for your fix with the Limp Bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at?
Punk, shut the fuck up and back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up

Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit?
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit
Because we get it on every day and every night
See this platinum thing right here?
Well we're doing it all the time
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes
We got the gang set so don't complain yet
Twenty-four seven never begging for a raincheck
Old school soldiers passing up the hot shit
That rock shit and bounce in the mosh pit

Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Hey ladies, hey fellas
And the people that don't give a fuck
All the lovers, all the haters
And all the people that call themselves players
Hot mommas, pimp daddies
And the people rolling up in Caddies
Hey rockers, hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

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Scenario (Remix) - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Scenario (Remix)
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Ali Jones-Muhammad, Kamall Fareed, Malik Taylor, James Jackson, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Here in 1992, we present, the fabulos what's the Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC's
Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh hood

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
Eff it, I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Lay down all your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis

Extra, extra, pick up a clip
I'll tear ass out the frame and grab my dick
I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty

I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are Polo
You say "Oh no" you bitch ass homo

I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time
Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can
Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man

Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
The five-foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya

So roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this
Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew
And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too

And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off callin' D-Nice "To Your Rescue"
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny MC's, like Chuck D, I "Shut 'Em Down"

The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time"
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme

Big up, big up, into new identity
Next was said somethin' that complies onto me
What does it take to check a technique?
Many styles, many styles

Hostile heat, brings forth the energy
Milo in the dance is the new identity
One-two mic check, select for the ruffneck
Set 10 to 1 that I come, correct

In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
So I can grow dreadlocks
Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock
Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock

Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not
I put my mug up, but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah
C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah

Makin' moves y'all, moves y'all, on and on and on
Check it out, check it out, to the break of, break of dawn
Who's that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S.
And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West

Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica
'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar Gallactic
Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton
People all over the world, I'm promptin'

Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
Representation, sensationalization
"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so
Here we go, yo, yeah

Force, Main Source LP on the rise
"In Living Color was" seen through original eyes
And I'm out like shout
Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, there it is baby pah

Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am, don't run from a friend
Sight we be right, be polite for the mice
Like a like, see sick, see syke

And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha, hey ha may
Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey

Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it
'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest

Male, not female, hail from Unidel
Bounce the b-ball 'cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a ho'
This one two times nine on the Scenario

Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics
Black mens gettin' hip, doin' what they like
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why

Hood, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock, so bring on the flocks
In-terrogation for the knockin' of the box

The boom-box ruler, controls the medula
None come cooler, I win like Shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer

Tip will come booty, well it's only a rumor
The meaning so deep that it starts brain tumors
Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner

Hey what we gon' do in ninety-two
Even though we had fun in ninety-one
Wonderful my days, all things comin' down
Run up on the new sound, leavin' cracks in the ground

What's goin on my man? God damn and now my brain is hurtin'
Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon' hit 'em then I get 'em
Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
Open up your mouth if you want the food

To get rude, Flipmode, 'cause I'm in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes
Body drippin' with blood comin' out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for?

More, only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme
Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway

Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy
To my dragon, baby, stop whining; I see my influence still shining
More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo, that's the Scenario

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No, No, No (Part One) - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: No, No, No (Part One)
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Calvin C Gaines, Robert D Fusari, Vincent J Herbert, Mary Brown

Lyric:
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix

Aaa
(Remix, this is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(The Crups pump this remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
(The Refugees Camp the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(Destiny's child)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We 'bout to set it)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(The streets pump the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Every project, come on, come on Destiny's Child, hey)

Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind?
'Cause each and every time you need me you give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal, you hold it all inside

If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on, tell me how you feel
Boy I know you want me just as much as I want you
So come and get my love, it's all here for you, oh yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you keep actin' this way you're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up
'Cause every time I come around and crews around your way
I see you on the corner but you don't know what to say

When I walk up to you baby you seem so shy
What's the problem baby never had a girl like I?
(This is the remix)
I can see right through you and you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together 'cause you're running out of time

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care about your size, girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do in the hood is stay alive

Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like No-Limit Soldiers
They went from a dream to the, Young Supremes, sing it

This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix

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No, No, No - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: No, No, No
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Calvin C Gaines, Robert D Fusari, Vincent J Herbert, Mary Brown

Lyric:
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix

Aaa
(Remix, this is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(The Crups pump this remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
(The Refugees Camp the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(Destiny's child)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We 'bout to set it)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(The streets pump the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Every project, come on, come on Destiny's Child, hey)

Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind?
'Cause each and every time you need me you give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal, you hold it all inside

If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on, tell me how you feel
Boy I know you want me just as much as I want you
So come and get my love, it's all here for you, oh yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you keep actin' this way you're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up
'Cause every time I come around and crews around your way
I see you on the corner but you don't know what to say

When I walk up to you baby you seem so shy
What's the problem baby never had a girl like I?
(This is the remix)
I can see right through you and you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together 'cause you're running out of time

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care about your size, girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do in the hood is stay alive

Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like No-Limit Soldiers
They went from a dream to the, Young Supremes, sing it

This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix

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No, No, No (Part Two) - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: No, No, No (Part Two)
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Calvin C Gaines, Robert D Fusari, Vincent J Herbert, Mary Brown

Lyric:
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix

Aaa
(Remix, this is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(The Crups pump this remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
(The Refugees Camp the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(Destiny's child)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We 'bout to set it)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(The streets pump the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Every project, come on, come on Destiny's Child, hey)

Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind?
'Cause each and every time you need me you give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal, you hold it all inside

If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on, tell me how you feel
Boy I know you want me just as much as I want you
So come and get my love, it's all here for you, oh yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you keep actin' this way you're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up
'Cause every time I come around and crews around your way
I see you on the corner but you don't know what to say

When I walk up to you baby you seem so shy
What's the problem baby never had a girl like I?
(This is the remix)
I can see right through you and you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together 'cause you're running out of time

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care about your size, girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do in the hood is stay alive

Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like No-Limit Soldiers
They went from a dream to the, Young Supremes, sing it

This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix

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Change The World (U-Neek'S Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Change The World (U-Neek'S Remix)
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, B Parker, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Raising hustlas, thieves and prostitutes
Young homie think before you shoot
Murderah where will our children go
When there's no place safe where they can go?

And trouble may come and some time
You'll get pulled over by one time
And when in 1999 rewinds did'n even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world is nausiating

Everybody hating everybody over rated
Why everybody actin' agitated?
I thought we graduated back in the saddle

Waitin'
(Board)
Aboard the battle station
Hation is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfect
And when the curtains close, open up the door, no more, no more

See were losing this world we love
And it looks like the sinnin' won't end
So I'm reachin' high up above
Lord let your blessings begin

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

Flesh it got me ready to set off the riot
Ridin' with my trues
Humbly united gathering souls
Here we go, roll up some more phillies

My nigga let me hit it
Niggas we thuggin' immortalized
Let's get high it's them niggas you most desire
I could remember from way back in the day

Coming up out of the ghetto was a hell of a struggle
For selling the fiends llello
But it was my dream to kick flows to put my people on another level
Like it'll be for the lust
(Lust)

Or could it be for the rush
(Rush)
My niggas love when they bust
(Bust)
They steady buck and you duck
(Duck)

They'll put you deep in the dust
(Dust)
My niggas creepin' on ah, come up
(Come up)

Black nigga killa
(Killa)
Thuggish ruggish nigga
Nigga pin it nigga finna desend into a dawn of a new millennium
Anticipatin' life without satan
Hatin' and our enemies to hell, I'm sendin' 'em

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

Everyday the devil at me and I wish the Lord threw a hummer at me
I ain't happy me and Eazy-E in a B E N Z
With my niggas right next to me
It's my legacy we can't let it stop us

Unh, unh, not now
The whole world endin' up the buck buck, pow
Corruption, destruction, disaster
Everybody tryin' to rap faster than the master

Oh Lord, could you save my soul?
Nigga tryin' to go platinum around 40 years old
The Lord knows we can do this shit
It ain't no stoppin' us now 'cause we can prove this shit

Nigga me, Stew, D's P.D., Freaky-G
The whole world wanna be rappin' with me
I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex
Babies havin' babies generation X

With the AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more
And I know they got a cure for this shit
We ain't rich irst we lost Eazy
Then we lost Pac, Biggie got killled

When this shit gon stop?
Everybody wanna know what's goin' on with the Thuggish Ruggish
Bone, bone, bone, bone tryin' to be prepared for the Y2K
And if I don't die today, I'm tryin' to change the world

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

Wish you need a lesson you can learn from rappin'
But they try to ban it, realize that it ain't gon' happen
We done changed the world
Ghetto voices bein' heard and failed

Know it's funny, got my guns, better arm yourself
Most don't have a clue, if it goes down what to do
Don't you know this government ain't vote for me and you
I have a dream, no, I have a wish

If we can't save ourselves, then let's save the kids
Let the world go, let these babies have somethin'
Let the world go, just don't blow this muthafucka up
You kill him, he'll kill you

Some say it stupid but violence really lives where I come from
Hungry little kids where I come from
Thugs like me where I come from

See we losing this world we love
And it looks like the sinnin' won't end
So I'm reachin' high up above
Lord let your blessings begin

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

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Get Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Ciara

Title: Get Up (Remix)
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Hakeem T. Seriki, Ciara P. Harris, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Get up
Get up
Get up

He said, "Hi, my name is so and so
Baby can you tell me yours?"
You look like you came to do
One thing, set it off'

I started on the left
And I had to take him to the right
He was out of breath
But he kept on dancin' all night

You tryin', admit it
You just can fight the feelin' inside
You know it
And I can see it in your eyes

You want me
You smooth as ya mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me

Ooh, uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you

Move, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now, so get up

I said, "Ciara's on your radio
Everybody turn it up"
Spicy just like hot sauce
Careful, you might burn it up

You can do the pop lock
Ragtime, don't stop
That's the way you gotta get
Get it, make ya body rock

You tryin', admit it
You just can fight the feelin' inside
You know it
And I can see it in your eyes

You want me
You smooth as ya mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me

Ooh, uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you

Move, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now, so get up

Ooh, I love the way you vibe with me
Dance with me forever
We can have a good time, follow me
To the beat together

You and me, one on one
Breakin' it down
You can't walk away now
We 'bout to turn this place out

It's the kid stay ridin' big
The one police tried to catch ridin' dirty
In the club before eleven O'clock
Like I'm tryin' to catch it down kinda early

Look, ya thick her hair brown and curly
She love the way my red shinin' pearly
City boys say she fine a pretty
In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty'

My pockets thick as green, it's curvy
And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry
If bein' fresh to death is a crime
I think it's time for me to see the jury

You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind
A hustla like me is hard to find
I ain't really impressed, yes
Unless it's about some dollar signs

Ain't really don't need to call you fine
I know you be hearin' that all the time
I'm watchin' you do ya step, do ya step
Yep, it's goin' down

Ooh, uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you

Move, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now, so get up

Ooh, uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you

Move, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now, so get up

I got to have you baby
Uh, I feel it, I got to have you baby
I got to have you baby
Uh, I feel it, I got to have you baby

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Set It Off (Radio Remix) - Lyrics - Project English - Juvenile

Title: Set It Off (Radio Remix)
Album: Project English
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Kick ass
(Mmm hmm)
C'mon
(Uh huh, mm hmm)
Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me
(Mm hmm, uh huh)
Ya heard? Ladies and gentlemen

I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy and buy a Four-Runner

I walk with a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
And momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin'
You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin'

I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin', you ain't heard?
I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word
I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set, ladies and gentlemen

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

The niggidy, niggidy Nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the street it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white
Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite

We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P.
Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed
I know you wait for me to get drunk and follow me home
Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to yo' dome

Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too
I'm really not givin' a fuck, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker

I'ma general, executin' the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

55 percent of these niggaz is fake
The other 45 percent be handlin' they weight
55 percent of these women is hoes
The other 45 percent be playin' they role

Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
Take these motherfuckin' cuffs off of us
We ain't kill nobody in this car, for us
And ridin' on 20's is the law for us

I ain't from France but excuse my French
Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga save that then
I been dealin' wit you bitches from way back then
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in

You say my momma played me and J be tight
'Cause Juvie takin' care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes
Bein' followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

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