Tip - Go Hard - Lyrics - Q

Title: Tip - Go Hard
Artist: Q
Composer(s): Kamaal Fareed, J Yancey

Lyric:
Now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order
Movin' through life at will he ill
He make his own teeth growl wit his generous style
But he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile
Givin' pounds all around no need to act foolish
Enjoy the time no need to get goolish
I spit it out wit the general feelin' that
Once you vibe with it then you keep on comin' back
The north south and east and the west
Wanna see which crew can do it the best

Is it the north, where people drink juice and Smirnoff?
Girls go hard but they lips stay soft
The west where cats throw jets to play
Smokin' green all day keep a look out sway
East side the hustle get real
Pretty young things with their mass appeal
Or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth
Big old' girls with their thang hangin' out
Whatever it is I hope you evolve
We gonna push it to my level let the G evolve come on

Go, go at, go at it hard, real hard

Come on everybody take note to your man and y'all
And I will take note to the grand, yeah
It's venomous I mean the way they hate
They can't wait for my to maze me meet my great but
No attention I give them no light
Niggas gotta know that I go through mics
Go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives
You can't fuck this nigga from tribe a yo

I put my mind to the work in here
And make sure that all of ya can understand
That I don't do bitch, I don't do tricks
I stay doing beats while you stay layin' bricks
I do do the things that keep me from the rest
And I do that well if I do suggest yo
Put your hands on your system and feel me out
Or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud

The indoor seat of lady galore seas
She get touched once and she'll never divorce me
Hey clear your brain as I implicate raw thoughts
You shouldn't be aware that I don't get off course
Stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it
Flourin' it hard with A.J. petite on it
A nobles face and I'm doing my pace
Makin' sure all my con rads get a true taste

What? A good shit and I'm ringing your memory
We goin' hard yo and that's how it need to be
So wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend
Here's the mot-to in your ear hear this again

Go, go at, go at it hard, real hard

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Let The Ho'S Go - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature

Title: Let The Ho'S Go
Album: Naughty By Nature
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Criss, Vinnie Brown

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Lyric:
Bass me face me task the tip of a tasty
Bitches are sweet as a pastry
You don't know me homey from a peach or a pony
I'm the only now your lyrics look lonely
Lyrically fortified born I'm immortalized
Lightin' shit up from Wranglers to raw hides
Packed with black positivity and wizardry
I'm my own body and it built for partyin'
I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap

The Lords abroad and I represent that ass dat
Shows seniority, lays the foundation
Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation
Keep the faith tastin', keep the touch clutched
Keep your face way away from the rough stuff
If it ain't rough it ain't rugged
Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded
From the intro to end I will flow
And also, yo come let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin' backpacked and mackin'
Thirsty for action, workin' and smackin' the last of the allies
Smoke 'em up shall I or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try
No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix
They've all been blown into dustbins
Floatin' in space, spinnin' in infinity
Part of the start is the end of any identity
Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin' off

East, the West, the South, break North
You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin' a graveyard
Actin' is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard
I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back
I rap like I'm the tops, stay real 'cos I'm all that
It's my way on a highway, forget your friends
'cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin' a contact lens
Let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

You say you're hittin' hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin'
I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten
I'm gettin' grand and greater, sucker catch ya later
He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader
You lookin' moonstruck, fear, start to talkin' tough
Then sayin' "Sorry" like I really give a mother fuck
You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?

A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya
At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause
I got a double-barreled pump that's sayin', "Give me yours"
Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover
'Cos I have one for this robbery and many others
Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker
Droppin' you and gettin' mad if you don't say, "Thank yer"

The clip clockin' killers, and plus my county crew
I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, no not after you
So don't try to hide or apologize
Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise
So if you know what I mean and have a hop block
And never ever seen a day when the money stops
You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know
Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go, let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue
Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung
Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning
Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete
And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet

'Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that
They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that"
Hollow wind in Ill town and don't you be a ghost
'Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked
Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold
But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go, let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

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Bad Boy/Having A Party - Lyrics - Luther Vandross

Title: Bad Boy/Having A Party
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Sam Cooke, Marcus Miller, Luther Vandross

Lyric:
Oh yeah, well alright
Oh yeah, well alright
Oh yeah, well alright
Oh yeah, well alright

Roll back the rug everybody
Move all the tables and chairs
We're gonna have us
A good time tonight

Every time that we meet
We skip and we dip to the beat, yeah, yeah
What in the world could be
Better than getting together, yeah

The last time we had a party
It ended when the sun came up
That's why your mama told you
That you couldn't go out, stay in the house

Bad boy
He's gonna sneak out tonight
He's gonna tip by her window
'Cause he sure wants to get out and dance

Everyone's here, let 'em all in
The chandelier downstairs has fallen
I know it's hard to resist
This is the party no one wants to miss

But if you don't get home on the double, boy
You're going to be in trouble
I hope your mama don't look in your room
'Cause if she does, she'll be here soon

Boy, she's gonna be mad
You're a bad boy and you've got it bad boy
Boy, say goodbye to your friends
'Cause it's gonna be a while 'til you see them again

Bad boy
He's gonna sneak out tonight
He's gonna tip by her window
'Cause he sure wants to get out and dance

'Cause everybody's swingin'
Dancin' to the music on the radio
Having a party

'Cause everybody's swingin'
Dancin' to the music on the radio
No, no, no you can't go

Bad boy
He's gonna sneak out tonight
He's gonna tip by her window
'Cause he sure wants to get out and dance

Everybody's swingin'
Dancin' to the music on the radio
Having a party

Everybody's swingin'
Dancin' to the music on the radio
No, no, no you can't go

Bad boy
He's gonna sneak out tonight
He's gonna tip by her window

Bad boy
He's gonna sneak out tonight
He's gonna tip by her window
Tip by her window

Bad boy
He's gonna sneak out tonight
He's gonna tip by her window
Tip by her window

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It'S About To Go Down - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: It'S About To Go Down
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Chad Hugo, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Pharrell Williams, Kit Walker, Mason Betha, Rick James

Lyric:
If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concrete
That G, oh, he and I stays on feet
Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots
Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot

Plot all day boss hogging for position
Street game all in your face watch the Rolex cushion
Heavy weighter, I'm the champ, Mr. Three-Two
Really though big baby and it's 2002

Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo, I'm boy hard
Boys, want to got to war black them out like tar
Swangers on my guard in a old school
I'm a goddamn fool, start to busting with the two

Fresh braided player made it, deuce out the roof
Rest in peace to my old and in these streets running loose
Ain't no use, trying to stop it just come and pop it
Loco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

Cash me Gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch
Watch her get a China face-lift
Gear shift, we performing up in the land
Suicide doors, dubs and twin cams

All bitches on the fam heads turning tonight
Watch us be the star traction and a harder night
More than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold
Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is just froze

These hoes, all on a nigga dick 'cause I'm young, fly and rich
Escorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain't worried about the laws
Hoes whisper to each other girl, I think he played ball
No bitch, I'm just a rapper out the hood

And I'm wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling good
Little engine that could, beat the block for it's stock
Turn around and swap game for a political job
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets

If you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to see
Gucci boots on her feet, Gucci boots on my feet
I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

When I hit the scene, I'm crispy clean
I got a box of dough nuts from Crispy Creme
Everybody looking at me like Flip you the shit
Hell yeah I'm the shit, look at my wrists

I roll up a philly, roll up a philly
Head to the town and watch Third Ward Billy
Knock a nigga out while pouring up a drank
Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shank

I sip that, flip that, wood grain grip that
Go to the Papa Do's yeah I'm gone tip that
It's Lil' Flip I'm a million dollar star
Blue, black or red don't touch my car, uh

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

I'm shook up, I'm looking throwed
Gucci wardrobe to match the Gucci soles
Gucci hoes and hop out the SL
I'm popped up and sliding on Sprewell

We sell, everything you need
Riding through with Pardon Davis and some falling TV's
Moe and me, we have been a lot
Looking for some head in a little bitty shop

On top, on wrist rock it's going down
H-Town, South Side, third ward bound
Pulled up acting and class so they'll know
The south on shine 'cause we ain't broke no more

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

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Turn'Al - Let'S All Roll - Lyrics - Knoc

Title: Turn'Al - Let'S All Roll
Artist: Knoc
Composer(s): Royal Harbor, M Holder, James Savage, C Kelley, F Nassar

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Lyric:
I'm from the S O U T H side of C A, why they try to P H
Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A
So fuck them them other N I double G A S
Hate the pops and kill the T A

Hang with my crew blue strings in my shoes
Mary Jane and some loop while we swags in the coupe
I'm addicting to smacking hoes
Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes

L.A.'s Finest and L.A.'s behind us
Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies
D's still twisting, low low's still hopping
Gangsta shit still dropping, Crenshaw still popping

Gang signs throwing up, body's still showing up
And O yea Time Bomb still blowing up, bitch
When you got the L.A confidential up in the place to be
Ride with me

Let's all roll, throw it up if you with me
I'm so cold, who am but staying G
The Dogg Pound stays the learn all y'all heard
Please date me when stick before you get serve

You know gangstas bang and gangsta slang
It's just an gangsta thang
Gangstas dip and some gangstas trip
I'm the gangsta slip and this gangsta crip

I used bump brother with the gangsta nip
'Cause nobody else was on the gangsta tip
Gangstas smoke sh room and gangsta rock perms
Gangstas don't listen and gangstas don't learn

Gangsta rock braids and gangsta jerry curls
Gangsta's going take over the world
Gangsta's go to jail, gangstas skip bail
Gangsta's make mail and gangsta's would never fail

Gangsta's goin' stay on top
Because the gangsta is going to make the gangsta shit pop
Just lounge homeboy you in the gangsta zone
Heart thrown in California where the gangstas roll

Let's all roll, throw it up if you with me
I'm so cold, who am but staying G
The Dogg Pound stays the learn all y'all heard
Please date me when stick before you get serve

My nigga slip is an gangsta
'Cuz I'm an hood ster, an hood star I'm taking the hood far
The C Riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags
Smoking the bombing fluid and keep dumping on you fags

I heard and seen it all and I'm hoping you fall
Keep looking at my nuts until I get crip ball
I'm still striving, yeah ya word is about what I'm driving
Your bitch is going me more, pedal to the floor

Fuck an navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room
If you can't to that nigga give me room
Had an tourney 89' but your bitch made me mine
See the mother fucker ran on that biz state of mind

For mine I did the crime, had to run one time
And you take my dick in your mouth in one time
I fuck you in the butt and crip walk your liver
While I rich roll on the river

Caught up in the land of hard time
Back off mine, I'm mad I'm pushing an hard line
An hard cat with hard raps and hard rhymes
I hardly pay attention to rap

My mine say hard dick serve to an bitch ain't no crime
Hood soft to hard dime, chicken way I flip mine
Hard hit and rip like canines, hit hard heads with no spine
March and start to take mine

Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine
Off hard liqueurs is harder than wine Knoc-Turnal comes through overtime
When I die build me an shrine all is all is getting in my mind
I ain't begun to speak yet, until that time

Let's throw it up, throw it up
Let 'em know, out in the west represent let it gold
Let's throw it up, throw it up
Let 'em know, out in the west represent let it gold

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Take It To The Floor - Lyrics - B2k

Title: Take It To The Floor
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Rufus Moore, D Thornton, Ne

Lyric:
C'mon
WHOOOO

Ay you know what
This track obviously dont need no talkin' on it, but I gotta do it
Big Tank. let ya'll know, you know what I'm all about
When I take it to the flo'

Is everybody ready
Now I dont mean to brag on mine
But I don't think you know what you done this time, NO
It's no games when I do my thang
I put it on you like whats my name, whats my name
You can't hang believe you can't, but you in tha right place if you came to get spanked
Let me brake you off, to tha trak from Big Tank
No holdin' back, 'cause trust me ya'll can't

I'ma get down low, Best ya know and if
You ain't know, you're about to know and 1
2, 3, 4, Moves or mo'
And get broke like you ain't never been broke before
Now let's go, let's go
You want it, you want it
Then you better get ready 'cause this what you gon' get
Any way you want it
We can take it to the WINDOW to the WALL, or better yet

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

Now I don't know who you think you are
But trust when I go, believe I go hard, so hard
So strong baby all night long
I don't stop till the break of dawn, break of dawn
See ma it's an all out war
I bet you leavin' wit your back sore
'Cause I got what you're lookin for
Have 'em comin' back like GIMME SOME MORE

I'ma get down Low, best ya know and if
You ain't know, you're about to know and 1
2, 3, 4, Moves some more
Get ya broke like you never been before
Let's go, lets go
You want it, you want it
Then you better get ready 'cause this what you gonna get
Any way you want it
We can take it to the WINDOW to the WALL, or better yet

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

Tip divin', so socializin'
Temperatures risin' we on the floor we grindin'
Can you imagine if I put all my time in
Girl you'd be gone, my love hit like a lineman
This ain't no game ma
I ain't jus rhymin' and I ain't panilly ain't no panamimin'
Look I jus wanna get wit you
Jus woop in tha coupe wit you
I don't care what dese roosters do
Ain't tha first dude tryin' to floss all his loot
You been a bad girl I gotta spank ya
I had a good workout now I gotta thank ya
Yeah I told you to get grown wit it
Wit dat booty you shouldn't have left home wit it
Gon' get it, gon' get it, get it girl
I'ma squirrel just tryin' to get a nut go where, to tha FLO'

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

Get 'em Get 'em
Get O, get 'em
Get 'em O
Get 'em O, get 'em

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Tip - Wait Up - Lyrics - Q

Title: Tip - Wait Up
Artist: Q
Composer(s): Kamaal Fareed, J Yancey

Lyric:
We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days
Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisman
Uh! You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold
And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle
Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug'
What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
And walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings
And things and just waitin' for white rains
I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your ("It's the Ummah for all time.") wait up
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT ") wait up
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your (" UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!") wait up

You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?
The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours
Get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers
My team stay posted. They stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew
Cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's cat. ("True.")
Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c'mon.")
Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint grand clout
It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
On how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT ") wait up
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up
Get your (" UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA ") wait up

And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
Fellas go, 'Where you at?'
Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!'
Fellas go ladies go
Fellas go ladies yo

A mellow disposition even when it's pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord
Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator - your man still a hater
The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast

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Take A Trip - Lyrics - B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story - Cassidy

Title: Take A Trip
Album: B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Makeba Riddick, Mashonda Tifrere, Kaseem Dean, Barry Adrian Reese

Lyric:
Beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
What a beautiful day
Start up the engine

We rollin' in the six fo' and all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is
Flyin' in the G-Fo' and all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is

Can we take a trip? Baby I don't mind
There we go, long as you're all mine
We could drive or walk, baby we can fly
Long as you take me away, I'll be makin' you say

I'm flying in the G-Fo' and when I land
You should be standin' there with the keys in your hand
Then we ridin' in the six fo', you my chick so
All them other chicks I was with can call it quits yo

You the chick I with yo and I don't like to kiss
But every time we kiss, I can't let your lips go
I love you like my pistol with you I stay safe
So you can stay straight we gon' have to vacate

And go take a trip yo, go and relax
You can shop when you land, you don't even need to pack
I ain't lettin' this go, I'm holdin' on it for life
Tomorrow night, boo we boardin' the flight, aight

Can we take a trip? Baby I don't mind
There we go, long as you're all mine
We could drive or walk, baby we can fly
Long as you take me away, I'll be makin' you say

Ooh my, ooh my
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be makin' me say
Ah ah, ooh ah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm sailin' on Swizz yacht, you know I get gwap
I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch
So you know my chick hot and got a nice face
But she got a tight waist, she in tip-top shape

But still thick like Grits-top
Without effort, she break records like a disk jock
Shawty 'bout to get got 'cause she hard as nails
She that broad, it ain't hard to tell

Well me and shawty live life then I took her to bed
And before she fell to sleep, I said
Girl I love you more than hip-hop, you a woman, a wife
I think I finally met a woman I like, right

Can we take a trip? Baby I don't mind
There we go, long as you're all mine
We could drive or walk, baby we can fly
Long as you take me away, I'll be makin' you say

Ooh my, ooh my
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be makin' me say
Ah ah, ooh ah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

The ball Cas' serious, are you hearin' this?
Are you hearin' this? Are you hearin' this?
She'd be delirious of the experience
'Cause' I'm a straight thug that know how to make love

If she ain't on her period, then I'm gettin' it done
I gotta let her feel the tip of the tongue
Then ride out like a chariot, so even if I'm gone
She can't forget about the trip we was on, come on

Can we take a trip? Baby I don't mind
There we go, long as you're all mine
We could drive or walk, baby we can fly
Long as you take me away, I'll be makin' you say

Ooh my, ooh my
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be makin' me say
Ah ah, ooh ah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

We rollin' in the six fo' and all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all you're hearin' is
Flyin' in the G-Fo' and all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is

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The Grave And The Constant - Lyrics - Bag Of Hits - Fun Lovin Criminals

Title: The Grave And The Constant
Album: Bag Of Hits
Artist: Fun Lovin Criminals
Composer(s): Steve Borgovini, Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan

Lyric:
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues
From the dudes in D.C. with the wing tip shoes
And my boss said it was Paris or prison
And the judge said, "Son, you better make your decision"

I chose the former because I heard it was warmer
April in Paris, hell south of the border
They put me together, tougher than leather
They set me on your ass because they didn't know better

Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on

Now I hold the fort left, right and center
The number running hard ass punk, fly girl bender
Check the photo finish, I'm in this to satisfy parole
Not posing not playing the role

See I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro
And if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro
So drink your rock and smoke your pot and chill where it's shady
I got more endurance than in-A-Gadda-Da-Vida baby

Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on

I'm up to no good, with no place to go but down
I'm up to no good, with no place to go but down

Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on

We're up to no good, with no place to go but down
We're up to no good, with no place to go but down
We're up to no good, with no place to go but down
We're up to no good, with no place to go but down

We're up to no good, with no place to go but down
We're up to no good, with no place to go but down
We're up to no good, with no place to go but down

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Unit - Footprints - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Footprints
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Domenick Lamb, David Brown

Lyric:
Walk with me, ay if you hear me out there
Walk with me, I get down on my knees every night and say
Walk with me, yeah
Walk with me, I'm goin' to war, I'm goin' to war

You never know when death's comin', all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin', old ladies get off the block
When the poppin' the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked

Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they know it's me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set

Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that

But I'ma just step back, and focus on buck
Tired of ridin' in yours, I'm 'bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get rich or die tryin'"
It's G Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin' niggaz

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God, don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

You don't know what I've been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all talk like a clip without a glock

When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin' wit'
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Visa
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza

She's scratched my beema, but I ain't seen her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean her
We be playin' in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cashville Tennekey bitches and New York City hoes

They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze, as long as the check come
Then fuck the award shows, you know me nigga

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you

My momma stay in the projects and I been havin' money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered lettin' 'em know where I come from

Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin' artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin' out the cartridge

I come to get it poppin', pray to God the news watchin'
So when they see 'em snitch, niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

I know you prayin' I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
Fifty told you niggaz, young buck showed you niggaz
Banks, free yayo
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'm here now

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Another Head Put To Rest - Lyrics - Sittin' Fat Down South - Lil' Troy

Title: Another Head Put To Rest
Album: Sittin' Fat Down South
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Brad Jordan, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
Dig it, comin' back, I'm too large, I'm widdit
Come test me, you wanna get scarred, back in effect
That means that Ak is comin' hard
And you're regrettin' that you tried to pull his card

I start to sweat, when MC's get out of hand
And I don't let you amateurs get on the stand
I just go get Johnny B the right-hand man
And watch 'em jet, when the Akshun takes a stand

I'm on the set in other words, I'm in effect
Grab your cassettes, hit your rewinds and your ejects
Tell your friends that Ak is back and Ak is def
Another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
Akshun

I go for broke, so why would you waste time
Here comes an Einstein, bringin' the bassline
Boy, you're a sad case, still wanna test mine
Yeah, this is Brad's race and here comes the next rhyme

You shoulda thought, before you stepped into
The center square, now I'm gonna bend you
You shoulda broke out, right after when you
Had the chance, so let me continue

I've got rhymes that can go on forever put 'em in mines and combine
And make 'em clever, irritatin' the most minds
Aiyyo money, it's toast time, let us compare
Who's got the dope rhymes?

I take it as it comes, I got the gall
I couldn't fake it, so who's the one you call
To rock a party, and you know that Ak won't stall
Pass me the 40, I'm back in effect y'all
And step and give the man some respect
You guessed, another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
This is how it should be done
Akshun

Back, comin' back like a crack fiend
Strong, I leave a mark like a vaccine
Stop, you comin' off on a wack scene
You're steppin' on Ak's green

Move, up close to the animal
Not a vegetarian, I'm more like a cannibal
I'm comin' hard, I'm comin' hard, you can't stop the press
Ak is a madman and I'm grabbin' hostages

Flow, at will, stand at attention
Now go, no more plottin' and no mo' bitchin'
Ak is a man, who's gonna get off
Whassup? Step off

I heard your rhymes and nevertheless
I never fess and I'm back to progress
I yell whassup? Put you to a test
Another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
B, is on the cut

As you sit in your crib just imaginin'
How to make up a jam that just hasn't been used
By the Ak kid now that's a laugh
It's over, on the level, stack up the trash

Pause and let me break it down the way
I want to break it and see how it sounds too
I couldn't fake it 'cause Ak ain't around to play
I couldn't take it, now H-Town is bound to pay

Bet, the man tried to hold me back
Now sweat, you couldn't control the Ak
Go get, upset 'cause I told the facts
You'll jet 'cause here comes a load of wax

I cool, on the scene I'm in the spotlight
A fool, tried to test me then I got hype
I taught school, told them to take a hike
Grab the mic, psych, that jam is too hot right

I prove to all you punks just like Willie D
Ooh, don't mention names, oh silly me
But on the real tip, take it seriously
You couldn't handle Ak, I mean really D
I'm coolin' and steppin', whassup with that?
Backs to progress, another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
Ain't no half steppin'

I'd like to send a shout out to Class Quarter Productions
My man Troy's in the house, y'knah 'm sayin'?
Shortstop Records, Johnnie B's on the set
Crazy C in the house, Def Jam blastin', rockin' it on and on
Special shout to my mixmaster, DJ Bruce

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Pass It On - Lyrics - Forever Everlasting - Everlast

Title: Pass It On
Album: Forever Everlasting
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): B Bashir, Everlast Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we've have the Everlast in the house tonight
I think they got something they want to say

I'm here to uplift, I don't bug, I don't drift
Away from my subjects, not even if my
Music stops or my beat is gone
I'm just here to express myself and pass it on

Speak much words of wisdom, Everlast has to jism
So sit back, relax, kick up your feet and listen to E
'Cause that's me no others can be, half as fine
I'll blow your mind, with the M I C

Get off the tip quick, boy you're making me sick
No other brother could be as smart as my man Kool Nick
Understand, he's my man with the plan
We come to parties with the possies, just to gain some fans

The posse is strong, the lines are long
People flocking to my shows just to hear a song like this
It's not a diss, it's a mouth full of bliss
Throw your hands in the air and blow me a kiss from the crowd

'Cause I'm proud, I'll say my name loud
Everlast pounds songs like a thunderin' cloud
It's not rock and roll, it's hip hop music
It's got a lot of soul if you learn how to use it

Well, I'm here to tell suckers, go to hell
Others tried to take me down, there the ones who fell
Ignorence, was then there for
Take it a little at a time, don't go for it all at once

'Cause that's just stupid, it don't make cents
Just relax and move your body don't look so tense
I'm not here to diss nobody, I'm just having some fun
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one so pass it on

With the forty in my fist, brakin' out my list
Of all the suckers I'm out to diss
There's none to match me, or ever catch me
Off my guard so they can scratch me

Off the MC All-Star Team
Everlast is number one, that means I reign supreme
'Cause there ain't no others, listen up brother
Just 'cause I'm white don't mean that I'm another sucker

On the microphone, frontin' and fakin'
Not Mexican, Asian, Black, or Jamaican
Just a sensation made to be Caucasian
Get ready brothers, here comes an invasion

Don't try to stop it, you got a rhyme, drop it
You might detect that respects my topic
I won't rush you, but I'll discuss it
Go ahead and pop your shot if you think you can bust it

Bit I'ma go on, I'm gonna talk some more
I guarantee you won't be bored if you get on the floor
And go for yours, say that you did it
Get up get out your seats get on the floor and get with it

And listen to the rhyme I like to call mine
I rehearsed every verse and soon you will find
Not one mistake so don't try to brake
Or talk about takin' out my dope rhymes I make just pass 'em on

You're going wild for my flowing style
I don't stutter, I utter words, versatile
I'm entertaining with my brain, and always wearing a smile
I don't front, I don't fake, I run the whole mile

You clap 'cause I snap like a Crocodile
Whether I'm on the stage or in my domicile
I'm not feelin', I'ma smokin' tell you I'm no joke
You schemin' for my lyrics 'cause you know they're dope

Don't give me no no more wap, pour me glass of Rosae
I say soul to your health, and then I blow you away
Now said Simon on the Pieman, just rhymin' from my highway
The ones on the ladder, success I'm climbin'

Fierce like a lion, keepin' ducks tame
Murderin' into bits of MC's till none remain
Whose getting dumb, I'm number one shinin' like the sun
With a mic and my host and I'm on the run

Gunnin' down M.C.s and writin' on the wall
I gotta show down if you got the balls
Commence is my defense 'cause you makin' me tense
I make a lot a dollars but I make more cents so pass it on

Pass it on, pass it down the line
I can throw with the best, I go rhyme for rhyme
With that something claimin' talent
Thinkin' they got something
But what you don't realize is Everlast is number one

'Cause Everlast is on a superior level
Go ahead and laugh, call me a devil
I won't care, yeah, my skin is fair
But I fill it rhyme for rhyme anytime or where with you

Or any part of your crew and when I finish, you'll diminish
Take a sip of my brew and step off
Clear my throat with a cough and bust a move
To show 'em prove that I'm hard not soft

And with my DJ Bilal my beat will be furnish
You'll find with my rhyme your mind will be nourished
With wisdom and knowledge, yeah, I went to college
And if you get dissed, I won't apologize

'Cause that's not part of my rise, and I go on and on I go to any length
Just to show you when I throw my rhymes on the strength
I like to see the crowd moving when I come on
I'm trying to get my message across and pass it on

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Bonita Applebum - Lyrics - The Anthology - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Bonita Applebum
Album: The Anthology
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): R Rudolph, K Fareed, W Allen, A Muhammad, Walter Booker, C Stepney, R Ayers, E Birdsong

Lyric:
Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on

I said Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita, nita, nita, nita, nita, come on

Bonita Applebum, remember way back woo
When you used to play your knickers and your pigtail do
I used to be all on it like a fly
Back in the days, Bonita was a hit

I flirted and I flirted 'til there was no end
But she kicked the diabolical and said we was friends
Honey, you was funny, but I'm tired of that
It's three years later, I got a new rap

Got a little older, a tidbit wiser
I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher
Speakin' of high, I saw you smoke the hootie mack
Your ex-boyfriend claims he gets the booty back

But I'm here to testify, it'll be a hard try
Slappin' my knees, lettin' out sighs
Wanna keep you slammin' like a hip hop song
Bonita Applebum, gotta put me on

Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on

I said Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita, nita, nita, nita, nita, come on

I'll never shed a tear, but then again I won't steer
You wrong, I'll steer you strong, for affection steer ya here
I'll take you to a place that's farther than the you know
what do you know, if we go to El Segundo

Your presence should be close, so like on "Buddy", I'll toast
To the ever clever you, to say the least, you're the most
Honey, you're my honey, a yo dip, you're my dip
Treasure and forever, velvet pleasure with Tip

As we glide and move, cushy like a pillow that's soft and smooth
Ricky D said, we got to show and prove
Do it to the music that's the raw butt groove
Intimidate the boy

Cupid, that's his name, pickin' on us suckas
It's his flippin game, but Tip won't fall for that
Instead, I'll get the Natives and we rush to the latest Lamstons store
Get a six pack of hats for

Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on

I said Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita, nita, nita, nita, nita, come on

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Money Maker - Lyrics - Blow The Whistle - Too $Hort

Title: Money Maker
Album: Blow The Whistle
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): C. Love, Todd Shaw, Jonathan Smith, James Phillips, W. Roberts, C. Butler

Lyric:
I love to see you dance, do it your way
Shake that, girl, you know it's okay
I just wanna know if you'll strip
Make a real player wanna give you a tip

You move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle
Bounce around and your big booty jiggles
Make the video, it's official
Throw the stiff girls out the game, blow the whistle

I only f*** with money makers, the hustlers
Girls who know how to get motherf***
You tryin' hard, you put everythin' into it
Can't understand how these other h*** do it

You ain't got no name brand s***
Tryin' to be fly but you ain't that ***
You've gotta want it to get it
Give a trick some booty tell him put somethin' wit it

Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Cause you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker

Now let me see you pop that ***, girl, shake that ***
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that *** ovah and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo', tip that booty
Shake that a***, girl

Yeah, shake that a***
You're like the 84 but rich 'cause it's sittin' on glass
Ain't nothin' happenin' but tricks gettin' broke
A lot of politicians but she never go vote

Got a lot of contacts
Every n*** that she f*** got some kind of contract
R&B singers, ballplayers and rappers
Tricks call back 'cause the b*** got a snapper

I'm tryin' to get the b*** to chew
It's payday, ***, you done paid your dues
You're scrapin' up your knees, climbin' up the pole
Yeah, you a *** but you just ain't out on the stroll

Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Cause you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker

Now let me see you pop that ***, girl, shake that ***
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that *** ovah and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo', tip that booty
Shake that a***, girl

I'm checkin' these ***, like checkin' accounts
I'm checkin for checks, get checks and I bounce
I f*** with the vets, lot of money to count
My h*** be stressed, put a gun in her mouth

Bring it to me, see I need it all
I need another Benz, h**, 'em all
I *** with Chad, I *** with Todd
Bein' trill ***, baby, this our *** job

I can meet her today, be in love by tonight
You can bet by tomorrow she'll be traffickin' white
She wanna *** with me for the rest of her life
'Cause when I *** her she tell me it's the best in her life

It's Ricky Ross, you know my steez
Still holdin' ki's like your *** holdin' these
I'm a Dade County Chevy rider
But I gotta Benz that's f*** up everybody

Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Cause you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker

Now let me see you pop that ***, girl, shake that ***
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that *** ovah and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo', tip that booty
Shake that a***, girl

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Bricks 4 The High - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Bricks 4 The High
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Jim Jones, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money
I can get money doin' anything

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
What you nigga's wanna order?

Oh six' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth, don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down and the rest goin' for the high

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I sound like the shit these niggaz is talkin'
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm fuckin' wit em

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I got houses in different continents, nigga
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, so I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work ain't even gotta touch

My money come in stacks and I know just how to get it, man
A low profile, might be ridin' a Honda Civic, man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha Carribeans
They come from 'cross the water
Masked, taped to my Europeans
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block wit a profit

For you nigga's that like to pop, you know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters
Have you spinnin' like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Niggas get a million dollars and think they gettin' it?
Nigga, I made my first million when I was a teenager

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Jones, Capo, Dipset, them niggas know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's couches
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin'

Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's
Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's
I'm so icy and I think they like me

Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my white tee
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin'
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'

Aye, Jim Jones
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
And when the show's slow, I cook extra blow

Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough
Keep the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco
I can make it get stiff like dead people
Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg beater

And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket fare
Residue on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear
I can beat it like my, I treat the dope like Tina

And I beat it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

You see how I get down wit the get down
Nigga, I got a car for every day of the week
And two other cars for the weekends
Nigga, fuck is wrong wit you?

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga
I can sell whatever I wanna sell
I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was easy
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it

I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin'
In five years I started that shit
Sold my part for thirty million
And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now

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4 My Niggaz - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: 4 My Niggaz
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Rayshaun Spain, Davin Vanderpool, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, J Fisher

Lyric:
What you sayin'?
Roca Fella
(Uh huh)
General
(Uh huh)
B.I.G.
(Right on)
QB
(That show nuff right on)
Fuck niggas wanna do man
(Nothing)

See Cease a Leo
(Huh)
I'm for the kids
(Right)
Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers y'know
It's how we do it
(Yeah)
Feel me baby?

Yo yo
Stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty
I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty
I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe

I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got soul
To sell around the globe and more bank than tower
Dime just rewind, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right behind her

Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth
But I done did that, recognize the clique
Back round six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself, "My life is betta than this"
I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix

We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crisp, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live this real street life
And that's word to B.I.G.
(Uh)

I'm the type to analyze ya
(What)
Move swift like Kaiser
(Uh)
My appearance surprise ya
(Yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live
(Uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size
(Uh, yo)

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for
Get back everything that my nigga die for
Since his death, many steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less
Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know
BK style, my niggas Love the Dough
About six hard years, eleven months ago
We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go

Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow
Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go
Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza
Nigga's coke so raw, you gone need a sampler
Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me
Or go see the board then and frown like me
Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me
Motherfuckers' all eyez on me

Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?
Better yet, Crook-lawn?
Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on
Picture me making a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone

Yeah, flow sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck with duke
Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gone play
With the CEO of the Coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam

Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'
Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh
Make it real easy to lift your chain off
BK style, see Jay how
(What)
(Uh)
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go head, stand there, we spray crowds
Live from the 7-1-8
If there ever was one great
I'm him, nigga, times three

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang

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