Triple Trouble - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Triple Trouble
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Nile Rodgers, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
Kickin' lyrics right to your brain
When you hear this sayin'
You'll be right as rain

If you, if you, wanna know, wanna know
The real deal about the three
Well, let me tell you we're triple trouble y'all
We're gonna bring you up to speed, check it out

'Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser
Ain't sellin' out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won't see me in the advertising

See, I like to party not drink Bacardi
'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody
Known for my spiel or wheelie one wheel
This is like havin' a delicious meal

And when I move in the crowd, well that's a must
I got some words that apply to us and that's
Mesmerizing, tantalizing
Captivate up all global spices

If you, if you, wanna know, wanna know
The real deal about the three
Well, let us tell you we're triple trouble y'all
We're gonna bring you up to speed, now check it out

Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier
Versatile All-Temp-A-Cheer
If you wanna drink call Mr.Belvedere
Run this rap game like a brigadier

I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven
Snares on the five and thirteen
Rhymes on time and that's the given
We're hot on the disco scene check it, check it

Slow down with the I-me, got to stop stingin'
The source of the problem is at the origin
You've got lyrics that have got me cringin'
You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin'

If you, if you, wanna know, wanna know
The real deal about the three
Well, let me tell you we're triple trouble y'all
We're gonna bring you up to speed, so check it out

Bam, super nature, god damn
Cerrone on the microphone, I am
Adrock a.k.a. Sharp Cheddar
My rhymes are better

What the Helen of Troy is that?
Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack?
I'm beautiful, you can't touch me
If you pick a rose, well, you might just bleed

We're originators, you can't feign
Ignorance or pass the blame
'Nuff rhymes comin' out the brain
'Nuff beats to drive you insane

'Nuff moves to make your neck crane
'Nuff skills to make the rhymes ingrain
'Nuff heat to leave you in flames
'Nuff style that you can't defame

You see, I walk like Jabba The Hutt
With the style so new y'all be like, "What?"
Turn this party out like a bon vivant
With the skill at will that I know you want

On a hot day with the iced latte
Devious like Wile E. Coyote
Hot to trot-e or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body

Well, mesmerizing, tantalizing
Captivating, devastating

If you, if you, wanna know, wanna know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you we're triple trouble y'all
We're gonna bring you up to speed, check it out

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King Pin Dream - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: King Pin Dream
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, B Thomas, B Williams, M Nance

Lyric:
Gangsta?
Mikkey Finest
Ah King Pin's Dream
Mack 10, Inglewood
I'm nigga Mikkey
Chi-Town, Birdman
Listen, whatcha got nigga?

I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row
Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow
Fuck the law, man, I'm known for cooking it row
'Til the cops just chill, I got something for y'all

I got a Bentley and the Hummer and they sittin on 'em daters
I got a hot power lawyer with the million retater
South-South, Westside, man, I own my city
Got judges on my pay roll like [Incomprehensible]

International with my game, I ball with the best
Birdman, Down-South, Mack 10 out West
Fuck with my money, put to put the mack to yo' chest
Want war? I take it there or rather tattooed to there

See them Cash Money niggas, how can I iced like 'em
Cooking coke from the pill-up, it's got a prices like 'em
You know a nigga wheel slip, I got a wife like him
You heard a Micheal Jordan right, I got a life like him

I'ma mothafuckin' hustla, y'all know the game
Chi-Town Mikkey Flow, y'all know my name
Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame
And live life, broken hungry out here, cracking for bread

It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

When it comes to drugs, these reppers ain't get none but fo'
Oh square ass nigga and full of brains are sold
I know 'em Feds is on heat but I don't give a fuck
I'm so deep in the game it's like my name is stuck

From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell
I gives a fuck, who ya breaking and disso skell
I live life like a King Pin weed but raw
I'm the richest gang living them niggas ever saw

I with ya belly from Toyota with the biggest and baking soda
Pirates po's full of peppers and crack folders
I'ma dope dealer and I got coke scrilla
My whole crew can sit to at X-Cons and killas

And my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie
Rockin' props, the fades, the letto pump boochie
First statis, rock rolo, when I came to the door?
And now it's Bentleys, Mansions and meats to the floor

Kickin' gears on Parley's, while the straight pipe screen
And I had a block on lock, since I was fifteen
Mack Sapranos, the most of unforgiven
And fuck a job, 'cause dope money is how I'm living

It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

My homey got marries, so, you know we ain't slipping
Two hoes, two Bentleys, you know we ain't dipping
Lifestyle, drug dealing, you know we ain't trippin'
Got killas on the row, you know we ain't slipping

Tote trucks full of bricks, you know we ain't chickens
New cars, pretty broads, you know we been pimpin'
Bitch stars, body bars, we hitting and missing
Big cars, superstars, 'cause wheels gon' spinning

Pretty honeys, bug stunt, 'cause the money we spending
Planty bitchs and warehouse, tinning piece for chicken
Riot guns shoot 'em up, for this life that I'm living
PO partners doin time, 'cause my homeboy miss me

The Feds, big trippin', 'cause they failed me to get me
Mack 10 re-shout, 'til ya homey my nigga
King Pin, Big Tymin', drug dealing my nigga
Transport and cocaine and statelines my nigga

It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

This is y'all Ol' Tymers niggas, y'all know H-dash play, right
The liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing nigga, y'understand
It ain't twenty-two's is more it's twenty-five's nigga, what?
Even chicken from the hood to the mothafuckin' living ride

Y'knowwhatI'msayin', getcha nigga, come in my project see my crib nigga
We got loadin' .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best nigga
It ain't none gon' stop my nigga
We cooking bricks in the kitchen my nigga, y'understand

Don't come outside stunt boy, unless you got it right boy
Y'knowwhatI'msayin', cash money hot boy and we doin' this nigga
Life, life, hot, hot, we got this hot, hot we got this hot, hot
We got this hot, hot we on fire, don't fuck

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Virginia - Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Title: Virginia
Album: Lord Willin
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Terrence Thornton, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
You ready to do this, nigga?
You ready to come down here?
It's Virginia, nigga
We do this in broad daylight
It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga
You ready?

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin'
(Home sweet home)
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans
By all means, lost it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved

In that ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a different bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was wild
But what's the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J. beat
Murder like the shit is ok, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you shampoo, we miss you shampoo
And your grams, too

My nigga
Fo sho

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here for out of towners
Who think that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Young'n
(Talk about, what?)
This is real, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
This is real
Live

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'49 Mercury Blues - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: '49 Mercury Blues
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Setzer

Lyric:
Broken down on the side of the road
Damn brakes locked up in the rain
Smoke's pourin' out from under the hood
Stuck on the highway again

I'm too young to quit
Too old to change
Baby, what am I gonna do?
I got the chopped top, slammed down
'49 mercury blues

Can't find a phone, can't hitch a ride
Who would stop for me, anyway?
You would think that after all of
These cars I've owned, I'd break down and join triple A

I'm too young to quit
I'm too old to change
Baby, what am I gonna do?
We got the chopped top, slammed down
'49 mercury blues

I got the '49 mercury blues
By now you'd think I've paid all my dues
Just think of all the trouble
That car is puttin' me through

Well, I guess like a tooth that needs to get filled
It's gonna hurt and you're gonna get drilled
And once you get it fixed, it happens all over again

I'm too young to quit
I'm too old to change
Baby, what am I gonna do?
I got the chopped top, slammed down
'49 mercury blues, oh yeah

I got the '49 mercury blues
By now you'd think I've paid all my dues
And just think of all the trouble
That car is puttin' me through

Well, I guess like a tooth that needs to get filled
You know, it's gonna hurt and you're gonna get drilled
And once you get it fixed, it happens all over again

I'm too young to quit
I'm too old to change
Baby, what am I gonna do?

I got the chopped top, slammed down
'49 mercury blues, oh yeah
I got the chopped top, slammed down
'49 mercury blues, oh yeah

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123 - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: 123
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Anthony Peaks, Luis Vega, Anthony Criss, Lakeim Sharik Welch

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Lyric:
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3

[Incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit
'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green beret

Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die

We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass lookin' just like this boo-boo slipped the door
Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt
You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck'

I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass

I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat

Everyday all day this be the hard way
Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin' rappers out
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose

Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
Handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name

You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a chico stick
I know who'll getcha quick, who? My dick
Tell me, is this some type of tournament?
I cut ya fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament

Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
Leaves with a 40-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck

Head found in the bar of a limosuine
The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin'
Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon

I told you I'm out to stalk
Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that's me, I'm gettin' rappers' ass
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack
You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that
I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "Oh, fuck that"

Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
Give me a hearin' aid or two then I'm thru 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves
Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3

This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble?
A B C, skip to the S T
U V W X, don't fuck the Y Z

Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
so I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go

Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not 'cause shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there

Put on a tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick
I grease my lightnin', it's frightenin' how I get, a slick
Schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
Two types of marryin' very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U N I T
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Back To The Hotel - Lyrics - N 2 Deep

Title: Back To The Hotel
Artist: N 2 Deep
Composer(s): J Trujillo, J Zunino, T Lyon

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Lyric:
V-Town, brother check it out, I'm 'bout to throw it down
Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down
A little city, chillin' in the North Bay
Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool

Yorker sidin' you know how the song goes
In the back, sippin' purple chongos
Don't look for trouble but it always seems to find us
Forty grippin' panties, sippin' and the seats are right behind us

Quick left, one blow, K.O.
Hit the road to the next episode
In the saga of a few fellas
Oh what the hell, I guess I better tell ya

It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on
Up in the Henny, for me to get bent on
Hit the country club then picked up ML
Eighty west, back to the hotel

At the telly, Bones is doin' butt work
Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt
The Latina in the corner started to flirt
And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me

Set for the night so I took her to my ride
Grab my Mickey and my Buddha and I met her outside
Who-ride, brother strikin' through to be seen
A Lexus 400 to the triple gold Z's

Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more
Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store
'Cause you know what I mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky
A sick honky, straight goin' donkey

Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove
Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love
And burn rubber up the block
Back to the telly, I gotta get some new cock, new cock

Ah naw, could it be?
I just got a page an' a broad wanna do me
Hooked it up, told her meet me at my hotel
She had a friend with her so I called TL

Soothe me up, Sally wanna meet Dick
And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick
Shit

Aw yeah, I jumped in the F-train
But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store man
I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's
Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack's

We got the goods, now we're headin' for the ho down
There goes the telly, so fella won't you slow down
Park the ride in the front like a sick one
Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one

Lock the load, let's go look for like 118
But lay low 'cause I really don't wanna be seen
Is this the room? Aw yeah, that's the right one
I got the black broad and you got the white one

So hit the lights man, I just might man
Try an' throw this thing all night an'
Get her so sprung that she'll drop some ale
So I can catch turn and hit another hotel

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It Was A Good Day (Remix) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: It Was A Good Day (Remix)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, O'Shea Jackson, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, H. Ray, S. Robinson, Arthur Goodman, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Break 'em off
Shit
Yo, yo, uhh

Just wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin' from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
(Damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?)
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin' will I live another twenty-fo'
I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top

And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin' y'all
Which park, are y'all playin' basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin' niggaz everyway like M.J
I can't believe, today was a good day
(Shit!)

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
'Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin', didn't even look in a nigga's direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps?

Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A
Today was a good day
(Shit!)

Left my nigga's house paid
(What)
Picked up a girl been tryin' to fuck since the 12th grade
It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin'
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion

I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin' got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp"
(Yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin' up
Half way home and my pager still blowin' up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K
I got to say it was a good day
(Shit!)

Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit
What the fuck I'm thinkin' about?

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If I Could Change - Lyrics - Master P

Title: If I Could Change
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Steady Mobb'N Alfons Kettner, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why

They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like [Incomprehensible] turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin' my rocks
Servin' death to my people, commit in the ultimate evil

Robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did

I can't bring 'em back, so I get high to forget
All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS
Gotta wear a strap these days

All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
Last night I had a talk with my momma
Then I cried, asking God if she'd serve a purpose before she dies

You can see it in my eyes, a brotha want to slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy 'cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it

But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But I still want to hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
My homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain, I want to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Lord know, picture me ballin'
Trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin'
Henacee and weed when they bury P
A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me

Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam

Life, is like a page, I want to turn
I want to make a change but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home

Momma worrying 'cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin' stones with straight killas, uh

I know kids that pack gats 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
'Cause your best friend turn into your enemy

Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
Go on take me out the ghetto
I want to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

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I Need A Man - Lyrics - The Ultimate Collection - Eurythmics

Title: I Need A Man
Album: The Ultimate Collection
Artist: Eurythmics
Composer(s): Annie Lennox, David A. Stewart

Lyric:
Hey, is this my turn?
You want me to sing now?
Okay

I don?t care if you won?t talk to me
You know I?m not that kind of girl
And I don?t care if you won?t walk with me
It don?t give me such a thrill

And I don?t care about the way you look
You should know I?m not impressed
?Cause there?s just one thing that I?m looking for
And he don?t wear a dress

I need a man
I need a man
I need a man
I need a man

Baby, baby, baby don?t you shave your legs
Don?t you double comb your hair
Don?t powder puff just leave it rough
I like your fingers bare

When the night comes down
I can turn it round, I can take you anywhere
I don?t need love forget that stuff
You know that I don?t care

I need a man
I need a man
I need a man
I need a man

I don?t need a heartbreaker, fifty-faced trouble maker
Two timing time taker, dirty little money maker
Muscle bound cheap skate, low down woman hater
Triple crossing, double dater, yella bellied alligator

I don?t care if you won?t talk to me
You know I?m not that kind of girl
And I don?t care if you won?t walk with me
It don?t give me such a thrill

And I don?t care about the way you look
You should know I?m not impressed
?Cause there?s just one thing that I?m looking for
And he don?t wear a dress

I need a man, leave me alone
I need a man, don't take me home
I need a man, baby you are just all the blonde

Hey boy c'mon
I'll take you anytime
Baby, baby, baby

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Blood Brothers - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Blood Brothers
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Anthony Ian Berkeley, Arnold Ethen Hamilton, Robert Diggs, Paul Huston

Lyric:
It is written, manifest
That all men are brothers, prophecy
We come like blood brothers, word is bond
'Cause blood is thicker than water, ain't alike

From the misty grounds, from the unknown
The shadows, the deep
The darkness, the triple darkness
Gravediggaz, my blood brother, the RZA

I grew up in the violent island of Shaolin
Fifty-five home an' cease thoughts implore
When jackpot rot was hot, I was not
A rusty-ass child with tears an' snots

Acquired the knowledge, how to master my thoughts
My skinny frail body couldn't fuck with the sports
Six feet two still whack on the court
So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork

My style date back to ninety, what?
Cuttin' the box while I be clocks with no socks
Remember the days before your pants would sag
Puerto Ricans on the block just throwin' up tags

Yo, I was born with a rusty spoon as a mouthpiece
Life was hard, got the graves as my company
Hang with my problems just as trouble predicted
To cross the path as I laugh at the vic-ted

No warmth for sure, the vents would spit average
Watchin' devils, fiend like a savage
Blood brothers need me, call, ?Ooh, ooh?
In a minute, a minute, Ghostface an' all, check it

With the Grym an' the Undertake
Devil's get baked, I'll stiff your ass like an eighth
Tortures an' screams buildin' up my steam
Death to whoever bumrushes through the bloodstream

Yo, somethin' ain't right, I don't get it
I feel a vibe, blood brothers, are you with it?
If I have to choose one or the other
Back the fuck up, spook, yo, that's my blood brother

All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together
All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together

All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together
All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers

Back in the days of Lee's an' BVD's
I grew up deceived by wicked enemies
My lifespan began to dim in the error
When you can't even trust the man in the mirror

Now Gravedigga niggaz receive my trust
An' like Christ, we walk among the thieves an' the sluts
I bring stress like skins on PMS
The street's a bloody mess, there ain't no EMF in sight

My thoughts are to leave the slums
I hustle with beats an' drums, not keys an' guns
My feet are numb, as I walk my dogs
I cut off the fogs with the Gravedigga swords

Life parole as me an' my man is violated
Hookers are neutered an' spay-ted
Snakes are decapitated an' castrated
Niggaz is lost, your whole ark is bein' raided

Shows today are hectic, niggaz'll wreck shit
Lift off rounds an' jet quick
This piece is gettin' heated, fools erupt, a stampedin'
Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers

All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together
All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together

All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together
All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers, blood brothers

Yeah, as the earth erupts
I conduct to destruct your flux when I big up
Catastrophes are blasphemy
Pour a container of brains on your grave through a strainer

I capsize your coffin, I wreck your morphin'
Breakin' devils down like Steve Austin
I gotta rip on a peel for a minute
Let's get some God degree 'cause a blood brother's hard to be
Power equality, Allah sees equality, follow me

Law an' order but I stick it in water
Many heads got slaughtered back in Latin Quarters
Like this brother named Rick was thick but got bit
By the same motherfucker that he ran with

Band of the hand, the Clan's my fam
Somethin' Mom Duke could never understand
From the grave to the gutter, death to another
Who tries to fuck with my blood brothers

All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together
All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together

All, all, all an' together
Blood brothers rollin' together
All, all, all an' together
Gravediggaz

Blood brothers, my man
Yo, blood brothers

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All Eyez On Me - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: All Eyez On Me
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyruss Himes, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, James Pennington

Lyric:
Big Syke, Newt, Hank
Beugard, Big Sur
(Yeah)
Y'all know how this shit go
(Y'know)
(All eyez on me)

Motherfuckin' O.G.
Roll up in the club and shit
(Is that right?)
(All eyez on me)
(All eyez on me)
But you know what?

I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggaz tryin' to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin'

Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride
Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by

Until I die, live the life of a boss playa
'Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-o, Benz flauntin' flashy rings, uhh

Bitches pursue me like a dream
Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade

Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin' jealous, and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe niggaz, and low riders, in ski masks
Screamin' thug life every time they pass

(All eyez on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high
(All eyez on me)

(All eyez on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high

Hey, to my nigga Pac
So much trouble in the world, nigga, can't nobody feel your pain
The world's changin' everyday, time's moving fast
My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip

I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm takin' off from the curb

The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
Devoted to servin' this, Moet and pay-checks
Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin'
It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin'

Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin' my business nigga keep on coastin'
Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flowin' against the grain niggaz still don't know me

It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act shit
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free?
Niggaz can't stand me

(All eyez on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high
(All eyez on me)

(All eyez on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high
(All eyez on me)

The feds is watchin', niggaz plottin' to get me
Will I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit

Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin' big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw

Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high

These niggaz got me tossin' shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
Up in the Benz burnin' rubber

The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it

(All eyez on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high
(All eyez on me)

(All eyez on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high
(All eyez on me)
(All eyez on me)

Pay attention my niggaz
See how that shit go?
Nigga walk up in this motherfucker
And it be like bing

(Cops, bitches, every motherfuckin' body)
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high

(I got bustas hoes and police watchin' a nigga y'know?)
I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Livin' life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high
(All eyez on me)

It's like what they think?
I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin'?
(All eyez on me)
They think I'm goin back to jail, they really on that dope
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa

(I know y'all watchin', I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high
I know y'all know this is Thug Life bay-bay
Y'all got me under surveillance huh?
(All eyez on me)
But I'm knowin'

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Baby Got Back - Lyrics - Throwdown

Title: Baby Got Back
Artist: Throwdown
Composer(s): Anthony L Ray

Lyric:
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist
And a round thing in your face you get sprung

Wanna pull up tough
?Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Oh baby, I wanna get with ya and take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me but that butt you got
(Oh, it make me so horny)
Ooh, rump that smooth skin, you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me use me ?cause you ain't that average groupie

I've seen them dancing, the hell with romancing
She's sweat, wet, got it going like a turbo vette
I'm tired of magazines, saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back

So Fellas
(Yeah)
Fellas
(Yeah)
Your girlfriend got the butt?
(Hell yeah)

Well shake it, shake it
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back, y?all
Baby got back, baby got back

I like 'em round and big
And when I'm throwing a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm acting like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home and uh, double up uh uh
I ain?t talking ?bout playboy
?Cause silicone parts were made for toys
I want ?em real thick and juicy

So find that juicy double baby cake?s in trouble
Begging for a piece of that bubble
So I'm looking at rock videos
Watching these bimbos walking like hoes

You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sisters
I wanna get with ya, I won't cuss or hit ya

But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna
Till the break of dawn baby got it going on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
?Cause them punks lie to hit it and quit it

But I'd rather stay and play
?Cause I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies
(Yeah)
Ladies
(Yeah)
Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes?
(Yeah)

Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back y?all
Baby got back

Yeah baby, when it comes to females
Cosmo ain't got nothing to do with my selection
(Oh baby)
Thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six
Only if she's five three

So your girlfriend throws a Honda
Playing workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun

You can do side bends or sit-ups
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold

So they toss it and leave it and I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat, well I ain't down with that
?Cause your waste is small and your curves are kicking
And I'm thinking 'bout sticking

To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain?t it miss thing
Give me a sister I can't resist her
Red beans and rice did miss her

Some knucklehead tried to diss
?Cause his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em

So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial someone?s phone, now move that floor
Shake that dumpy ass, baby got back, y?all
Baby got back, baby got back

Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Upsweep face with an I E booty
Little in the middle but she got much back
Upsweep face with an I E booty
Little in the middle but she got much back

Little in the middle
Little in the middle
Little in the middle
Little in the middle

Baby got back
Upsweep face with an I E booty
What? With an I E booty
Upsweep face with an I E booty
What? With an I E booty
Upsweep face with an I E booty

What? With an I E booty
Upsweep face with an I E booty
Yeah, baby got back
Uh, yeah baby, I E booty in the house
This is not, this is not
(Motherfucker)
Bust some ass

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Put The Lead On Ya - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Put The Lead On Ya
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Jerold Jr Ellis, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband, Danyle Robinson

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Lyric:
What the fuck is this?
It's the bullet holes Tupac

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

I'm broke as fuck an' it's like that I'm livin' an'
I'm watchin' niggaz bubble when the jealousy is kickin' in
I wanna pull licks but that jealousy don't fit me
Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty

It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest
Only servin' then the ice cream man is out again
It's jealous niggaz on the lurk still, we had a treaty
So now they goin' back on they first deal

Now they ready to put the lead on ya
How would you like it if a nigga was broke an' came fed on ya?
That's why I'm still on my P's an' Q's
Readin' fools I'm known as a shista deceivin' fools
See quit's pagin' me

Snoopin' around found trouble
Fo tryin' to fuck up a niggaz bubble
Don't bubble mo than he got
'Cuz now he know that if he get rid of you
Then that's more cash in the Pot

I got a rival now, tha turf is showin' what it's worth
I gotta pack a gat fo survival now, they just won't let me be
All I can be so all I can see is victory
I'm struggle master so the doo doo that you do
Will only make me wanna bubble faster

No party poop 'cuz this troop came Federal
Slappin' hoes in they neck juss to let 'em know
It's all clear now why it's so hard to say goodbye
You broke, I'm gettin' high don't make me put the lead on ya

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

Here I come I'm outta jail fresh in the air
Nigga need a come up, so nigga didn't care
So let me think nigga I need to pick up pace
Nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes

So ah let me get straight down to business
I need me some distance to run when I carry gun
An' I'm a be like quick on my feet
You try to be a hero my nine milli, you an' me

An' even if you're the chief of police
Nigga you will still catch some heat
'Cuz I'm juss one of the killaz in the town
A niggaz know they call me dru mutha fuckin' down

So homie step back this is a jack
Nigga make a move an' that ass will get jacked
Because I'm loaded, I'm loaded off the dank-quid
An' Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see

Juss call me S I C K , I love to kill fo play
'Cuz like cube it was a good day
An' I'm a be like strictly on my Q's
P's an' Q's I'm puttin' quarter holes in fools

So don't you even fuck wit my rep
My rep's too big an' leavin' you diggin' fo days
An' I'm a get ya nigga if I want ya
I got a gun you run nigga I'm a pop ya

Because I'm broke I need to fill me some ends
Give me yo pocket book so I can break it in
I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America
An' if your a woman, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya beeitch

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass

Hell yeah I'm on welfare G A checks
Keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin' vet on the set
Let my mail stretch an' gets up
To the point where even my bitch be choppin' zips up

I whips up the cream
Twenty eight grams on the triple beam
Chefs hittin' clean, how much clean?
Four-fifteens, an' the zap-co
The rap-go, we slip an made a weak move

Don't sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool
But ain't no Bonnie an' Clyde nigga
'Cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an' slide nigga
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo
'Cuz bein' broke is the worst thang

Check this out man, 'cuz you know I ain't that type niggie
I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie
Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
No shot, I mean it's so hot, I'm snatchin' hella face from the block

I got the glock sixteen on my waist juss in case
Never hit 6-8's, know the haters at the gate
When I shake the dice another one bites the dust
They mad as fuck gettin' struck by the shista

I shoulda known 'cuz rule number one
Never roll craps wit some niggaz on a track you ain't from
They young an' claimin' they broke, but they forgotten
That I got they mail, an' I can tell they plottin'

But shit, they'll get licked like a popsicle
Don't fuck around an' get sent to the hospital
Little niggaz think they slick but they already sawin'
Popin' at y'all take on raw shit

Let me raise up from these cowards turf
Yeah 'cuz little do they know what's below the Eddie Bauer shirt
Niggaz mean muggin' me but what that do
I'm a soldier till it's over 6-5 on my tattoo punk

So if you want funk you be a dead homie
'Cuz I be down if you pull a 2 elev homie
Now all the niggaz gettin' lit up
I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up
'Cuz I'm a put the lead on ya punk ass nigga

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast

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It Was A Good Day - Lyrics - The Predator - Ice Cube

Title: It Was A Good Day
Album: The Predator
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, O'Shea Jackson, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, H. Ray, S. Robinson, Arthur Goodman, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Break 'em off
Shit
Yo, yo, uhh

Just wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin' from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
(Damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?)
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin' will I live another twenty-fo'
I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top

And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin' y'all
Which park, are y'all playin' basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin' niggaz everyway like M.J
I can't believe, today was a good day
(Shit!)

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
'Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin', didn't even look in a nigga's direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps?

Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A
Today was a good day
(Shit!)

Left my nigga's house paid
(What)
Picked up a girl been tryin' to fuck since the 12th grade
It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin'
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion

I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin' got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp"
(Yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin' up
Half way home and my pager still blowin' up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K
I got to say it was a good day
(Shit!)

Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit
What the fuck I'm thinkin' about?

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