When It'S On - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: When It'S On
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Dominique Deleon, Jeremy Graham, P Smith, M Goodwin

Lyric:
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah

I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin'
Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
M J G ah, P I M P Ah

Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it

I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes and money in my sock

Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus
I'm a target splitter
The world's strongest man hardest hitter

Even though you hate, I still elevate regardless nigga
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state

What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley

It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go

A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal
Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for free Mayne
Fuckin' with the game that's how that shit be Mayne

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin'
Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more closed coffin

Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I
Like that boy from best eye nigga ready to die
For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family
Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there wit' granny

'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual I'm so fuckin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin'

I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God, I don't use it

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

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Hold On Be Strong - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Hold On Be Strong
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Philip Bailey, Duane Nettlesby, Steve Beckmeier, Tupac Shakur, Vince Branch, Al Mckay

Lyric:
Hold on, yeah, it's gonna be alright
Don't trip, baby, it'll get better

Ay, do this thug style man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon' run it to 'em bad
It's all good

I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And driveby's robbed my homies of their young lives

I never did cry and even though I had
Pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy

I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here
Never did like the police, let the whole world know
Now I gets no peace 'cause they chasin' me down

And facin' me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a thug goes through and still I rise
So keep ya head up and make ya mind strong
It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

There's never a good day 'cause in my hood they
Let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween check out the murder scene
Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen

My homies dyin' 'fore they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto and if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you 'cuz
Remember how it was? The picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin' gettin' high with the mamis

Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother
I'm tryin' to tell you when it's on, you gotta keep your head
To the sky and be strong, most of all hold on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

(Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
I know them ain't tears comin' down your face
(But hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
Wipe your eyes, in this world only the strong survive sweetheart

(But hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
Hmm, I know it's hard out there
(But hold on, be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Muggings, carjackings, yeah, we got problems
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
But believe me when I tell you things always get better

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
God don't like ugly and God don't like no quitters
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
You know what Billie Holiday said baby
God bless the child that can hold his own

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
You know? You got to stand strong
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
You stand there to they face
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Tell 'em hold on and be strong

The game don't stop
(Hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
This here is Black Man
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
If you don't never learn nothin', learn one thing
It don't stop 'til the casket dropped, uh
Thug for life, feel me

All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong and stay ballin', hold on
I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic

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Reppin' Time - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Reppin' Time
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): J Jackson, Jim Jones, A Harr

Lyric:
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit
20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside
Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes
NYC here we go again

Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing
I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking
And it's God fearing, foreign car steering
60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing

You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom
Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom
We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em
We getting money over here what's your occupation

We on top of things and we got them things
But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?
I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter
RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners

The bright lights and my big city
My ice bright and the wrist silly
I'm risking Fed time, front page headline
Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass
It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash
And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass
Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies", call a cab

The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey
And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces
Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge
This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs

And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture
Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked
And we will burn you up like three star alarm
We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm

You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper
And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors
We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?
Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

The young and the restless live life reckless
House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested
'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's
'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish

The rock star living, the hot cars and women
The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em
Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks
At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back

And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City
My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee
We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'
Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range

And the clouds still moving with the squamy
And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

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On Point - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: On Point
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Larry E. Muggerud, Mugg

Lyric:
I'm sick, demented, I came unrepresented
I rose from the grave, I had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down
'Cause the Glock they found
Was stolen that's how I'm rollin'

Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
So I don't like Marky or the monarchy
Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone
I leave you sulkin' like Macaulay Culkin
In 'Home Alone'

So 'Get A Grip' like Stephen Tyler
I used to trip with the Divine Styler
Back in the days there were Irish ways
And Irish laws to stand up for the cause

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO
Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest
I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill

To turn the party out it's all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors so I might videotape her
I make a lot of the paper so I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull you car starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun so the drama you could save it

Well it's the mad bum rushin' funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cutcha' like the butcher but it and Joe the writer
The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like Schneider

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

I'm ill, retarded so don't ya get me started
I might lose my cool ya lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole in the sole of a monk
With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk
I got the skill kid and I'm gonna' milk it

For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth
So step to the next head or like Sadat X said
He's gone and that's it's supposed to be
Don't stand so close to me

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

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Letting Love Go - Lyrics - Everything But The Girl

Title: Letting Love Go
Artist: Everything But The Girl
Composer(s): Ben Watt

Lyric:
Of course I feel betrayed
That's the way it goes, everyone knows
Trying to make you love me again
Crying at your door just to hold you once more

Darling, I know it's so hard to let a love go
It's not easy letting love go
It's so hard to let a love go

Darling, don't I know, it is never easy letting go
When it's gone on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

Darling, don't I know, it is never easy letting go
When it's gone on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

Your friends said you looked well
You promised that you'd write and call them at night
But if you wake up in another town
And it's loneliness you've found just 'cause I'm not around

Then darling you'll know it's so hard to let a love go
It's not easy letting love go
It's so hard to let a love go

Darling don't I know, it is never easy letting go
When it's gone on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

Darling don't I know, it is never easy letting go
When it's gone on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

But I'm not gonna pretend
I find it hard to forgive and find a new way to live
And if I had my time again, I'd still have you back
It's as simple as that

Darling I know it's so hard to let a love go
It's not easy letting love go
It's so hard to let a love go

Darling don't I know, it is never easy letting go
When it's gone on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

Darling don't I know, it is never easy letting go
When it's gone on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

It ain't easy I know
But you gotta let go
It ain't easy I know
But you gotta let go, oh no

It ain't easy I know
But you gotta let go

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On Point (Lethal Dose Remix) - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: On Point (Lethal Dose Remix)
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Larry E. Muggerud, Mugg

Lyric:
I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it
I rose from the grave, I had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen
That's how I'm rollin'

Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
So I don't like Marky or the monarchy
Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone
I leave you sulkin' on my load like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone

So get a grip like Stephen Tyler
I used to trip with the Divine Styler
Back in the days there were Irish ways
And Irish laws stand up for the cause

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man
When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man
When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man

Well, it's the D to the A, double N Y B O Y
'Cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest
I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill
To turn the party out it's all about the skyscraper

Your girl caught the vapors so I might videotape her
I make a lot of the paper so I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull your card starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun so the drama you could save it

Well it's the mad bum rushin', funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cutcha' like the butcher but it ain't Joe, The Writer
The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like Schneider

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man
When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man
When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man

I'm ill, retarded, so don't get me started
I might lose my cool ya lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk
With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk

I got the skill kid and I'm gonna' milk it
For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth
So step to the next head or like Sadat X said
He's gone, and that's how it's supposed to be
Don't stand so close to me

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It'S On - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: It'S On
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Earl Simmons, Johnny Wilder, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Ugh DMX
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride
Grrr

When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what I'm able to see, 'cuz my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill, knowin' I can kill this guy's whole fam

Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Than to open your mouth and remove all doubt 'cuz if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for

It's a war, and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong till I'm gone and I ain't got long
(What)
But while I'm here, y'all niggaz gonna burn
Peep how I finished money and y'all niggaz gonna learn
(What)

All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

I always keep my enemies the closest
Always make sure I know where the toast is
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep

I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and

Always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head

Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck
I'm always strapped, I've always packed
I've always rapped, it's always that
Always black

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life 'cuz you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you

Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust

Never expect to get away with the same shit, more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try

Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga
Never get it fucked up, that shit here, for the heart nigga
Never say never, 'cuz I never thought this clever thought never
Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with three letters, DMX

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Uhh DMX
Clueminati
9-8
Ruff Ryder's, motherfucker

Y'all niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, for real
It's dark and hell is hot
Y O motherfucker
School street

Home of the brave we all here baby
Mundo telemundo
Uh grrr
My niggas

D what?
Bitch
We all here baby
Uh
Gever [unverified], Gever [unverified], Gever [unverified]

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Higher [Remix] - Lyrics - Do Or Die

Title: Higher [Remix]
Artist: Do Or Die
Composer(s): Dennis Round, Leon Huff, Anthony Bernard Round, Kenneth Gamble, Darrell C Smith, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Yo Kayne blow the hook you a genius boy

Now when you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on
I swear your lovin' got me so high I'm gone

Me and you baby girl like best friends
Let me hit you when I get the notion
On I 55 you and I
Let's ride hit the motion

Some say she freaky freaky
Let me guess your lidro needa
I'm hittin' through the back and curves
Hell, they sell the herb

Now open up your mind to this concept
Then you take one step
Straight from the feelin' of a wordsmith
That's the herb shit

Up on my 22 spin's
In my baby blue Benz
Girls say dat boys been actin' up
But thats the way he is

You lookin' good when you
Steppin' out a centerfold
Tell me when I reach a pen to hold
Let me hit you wit this dime in' the street game

Let a motherfucker go yeah, you know it
So now let me sugarcoat it
It's like I'm on that tight herb
And when I pull T the curb it's like, it's like

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
(When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl)
Now when you hear this song you know it's on

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain'
Gettin' brained like a hustler should

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain'
Gettin' brained like a hustler should

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain
Gettin' brained like a hustler should, hustler would

And you know when I hear the stuff
I'm still tryin' to hear this love what that do
It's like that baby when I mix it up
Baby girl you just got me sprung, what that do

Oh, yes she's one of the best
As I touch this is past tense I'm hurtin'
Lurkin' searchin' for the virgin'
But when my baby girl it's workin'

Let me know what's that you smokin'
From the hands as I stick my tongue in
Then from the back but she want an autograph
But still we sexin'

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand in her hind

She's just like me rappin' a line
Perfect let me drop in a dime
I'm on a roll again
I'm bought to blow again

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
(When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl)
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
(Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah)

No need to take another puff
'Cause your love has got me high enough
No, no, no, no, no, no
Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah

No need to take another puff
'Cause your love has got me high enough
No, no, no, no, no, no
Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah

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It'S On - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: It'S On
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Earl Simmons, Johnny Wilder, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Ugh Dmx
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride
Grrrrr

When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what I'm able to see, (ugh) 'cause my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill, knowin I can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Than to open your mouth and remove all doubt 'cause if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for
It's a war (ugh), and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong (what) till I'm gone and I ain't got long
But while I'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn
Peep how I finished money (what) and y'all niggaz gonna learn
All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
(Uhh) Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh)
Always make sure I know where the toast is (uhh)
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep
I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and
Always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head
Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck
I'm always strappedI've always packed
I've always rappedit's always that
Always black

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life 'cause you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you
Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust
Never expect to get away with the same shit -- more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try
Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga

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

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

Lyric:
This is the remix
The Jeeps pumps this new remix
This is the remix
Radios play the remix

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

Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind
'Cause each and every time you need me you give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal you hold it all inside
If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on tell me how you feel
Boy I know you want me just as much as I want you
So come and get my love it's all here for you, oh yeah

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

If you keep actin' this way you're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up
'Cause every time I come around crews run around your way
I see you on the corner but you don't know what to say
When I walk up to you baby you seem so shy
What's the problem baby never had a girl like I
I can see right through you and you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together 'cause you're running out of time

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

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

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care 'bout your size girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do in the hood is stay alive
Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like no-limit soldiers
They went from a dream to the young supremes, sing it girl

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

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

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No No No -Part 2- - Lyrics - Destiny's Child - Destiny'S Child

Title: No No No -Part 2-
Album: Destiny's Child
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Calvin C Gaines, Robert D Fusari, Vincent J Herbert, Mary Brown

Lyric:
This is the remix
The Jeeps pumps this new remix
This is the remix
Radios play the remix

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

Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind
'Cause each and every time you need me you give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal you hold it all inside
If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on tell me how you feel
Boy I know you want me just as much as I want you
So come and get my love it's all here for you, oh yeah

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

If you keep actin' this way you're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up
'Cause every time I come around crews run around your way
I see you on the corner but you don't know what to say
When I walk up to you baby you seem so shy
What's the problem baby never had a girl like I
I can see right through you and you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together 'cause you're running out of time

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

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

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care 'bout your size girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do in the hood is stay alive
Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like no-limit soldiers
They went from a dream to the young supremes, sing it girl

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

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

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No, No, No Part 2 (Extended Version) - Lyrics - This Is The Remix - Destiny'S Child

Title: No, No, No Part 2 (Extended Version)
Album: This Is The Remix
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Calvin C Gaines, Robert D Fusari, Vincent J Herbert, Mary Brown

Lyric:
This is the remix
The Jeeps pumps this new remix
This is the remix
Radios play the remix

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

Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind
'Cause each and every time you need me you give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal you hold it all inside
If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on tell me how you feel
Boy I know you want me just as much as I want you
So come and get my love it's all here for you, oh yeah

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

If you keep actin' this way you're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up
'Cause every time I come around crews run around your way
I see you on the corner but you don't know what to say
When I walk up to you baby you seem so shy
What's the problem baby never had a girl like I
I can see right through you and you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together 'cause you're running out of time

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

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

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care 'bout your size girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do in the hood is stay alive
Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like no-limit soldiers
They went from a dream to the young supremes, sing it girl

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

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

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It'S On - Lyrics - It's on (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa - Eazy E

Title: It'S On
Album: It's on (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): George Clinton, David Weldon, Steve Arrington, William Earl Collins, Marshall E Jones, Leroy Bonner, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Charles Cedell Carter, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Lorenzo Patterson, Marvin Pierce, Garry Shider, David L Spradley, Gregory Webster, Ralph Middlebrooks, Norman Napier, Bernard G Worrell, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Todays a good day to die
Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yeppie yeah
Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts
I tell 'em bow wow wow, yippie yo, yeppie yeah
Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts

Ain't nuthin' but Eazy baby
He'll smoke two niggas 'cuz they crazy
Talk a gang of shit but it don't phase me
That punk nigga Dre still pays me

Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on G
Now if it's on motherfucker than its on G
Hey mister, prankster prankster
Story book gangster

Back in 86' you wore pumps and mascara
Down did the motherfuckin' wreckin' crew bid
But once a bitch always a bitch
And now the fuckin switch

Fag with a stethoscope now you sag
Body slamming bitches makes Dre a bigger man
Cackies sportin' loc's in a g ride
What set you from Loc what set you from ride?

Rip van winkle sleepin' nigga woke up and became a G
But you still don't impress tha e-z
Smoke a little Sherm now you call that shit the chronic
Niggas on the west side call it bionic
I make a mill here make a mill there
Fuck a bitch here fuck a bitch there, yeah

Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on
Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on

Old nigga Eazy-E went to the cupboard
To get Snoop Doggy dogg a bone motherfucker
Here's another G or should I say a H, a I, a J, a K, a L M N O P
P for the pussy wussy wuffin' nigga broke
As a motherfuckin' joke

Talkin' about you want to smoke tha E to tha A Z Y
Nigga this east side Snoop Doggy Doggy Dogg you wanna try
187 on the e that ya sing
But you cling on my balls when I swing my ding-a-ling
Yeah, you got more just like a pint of puppy water

First I'm gonna choke ya then I smoke ya
Then I'm gonna toss ya in the back of my trunk
With the other punk smoking death row like I smoke a Phillie blunt
Well, if it's on motherfucker than its on G
If it's on motherfucker than it's on G

Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on
Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on

Still a nigga, once a nigga always a nigga
Down from the get go never let go
Never flossin', never slippin', never trippin'
Stickin' dick and my balls down your throat doggy listen

Niggaz from the lbc they never heard of ya G
And niggas from the CPT ain't down with DRE
But ya gave it up, still like a trooper
Let 'em play ya jam shake ya hand and then they shoot ya

You can fool the people on the east coast an the mid-west
But in L.A. you still cant pass the test see I can tell a pussy
When I see one Dre wearing lip stick that mean ya have to be one
You need to change your sex and your occupation

You try to fuck with e nigga run run run
'Cause if it's on motherfucker then its on G
Now if it's on motherfucker then its on G

Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on
Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on

Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on
Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin' with
Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on

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Hittin' Switches - Lyrics - Erick Sermon

Title: Hittin' Switches
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Robert Johnson, Erick Sermon, William Earl Collins, Stephanie Linn

Lyric:
Yeah, this is Kolorado from Shadz of Lingo
Kickin' it with the Funklord himself, E Double
Hittin' switches and we 'bout to get stupid
So you know, yo E, check it
Ah yeah, one, two, hey young world, hey young world
Mic check, here I go again, check me out

Bust the flavor, you know my clout
Rough and rugged, funk's the contact I hit you with
To make your head split, trip and do a backflip
I swing it hardcore like an orangutan
I bring it wicked and freak the funk slang

Like goddamn, yeah dude, gnarly, fuckin' A
I don't Play-Doh, my nickname ain't Clay
It's the E Double, mackaframa, bust the grammar
My style is sickening, like Roseanne-ah

Plus, I'm funky like Atomic Dog
Boy, you can't see me, I'm thicker than fog
So save that drama, here's a floppy disk, don't risk it
Boo, yaa, that's my biscuit

On the mic, I cover every angle
A square, tri-part to a rectangle
I mean dat wit a passion, so be it
When I rock the mic, it's worth seein'
So cop a squad and parlay, bitch
With the E R I C K while I'm hittin' switches

Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Hittin' switches

Ah shit, it's part two, it's on with the funk
So ring the alarm, ding, while I drop the bomb on the country
E's gettin funky word to mother
I smother any emcee or so-called brother

Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he?
The roughneck from New York City
You wanna mess around with the ill bastard
Then get your ass kicked, messin' with the clique

Def Squad, now on location with the funky sensation
You wanna step you must be freebasin'
Punk, why you playin'? You bored?
You can't afford to get choked by the mic cord

I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery
Umm, without Agatha Christie
You think you know what's going on
Without Marvin Gaye around, c'mon, let's get down

I spark your brain with all funk material
And gettin' wicked, and let Wilson Pickett
Before I break, let me announce, get the bozack
Now we all can bounce as I'm hittin' switches

Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Hittin' switches

Back in effect mode, droppin' loads
Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads
And ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech
Make the contact strong as bleach

Rock the mic, make the vibes right and plus dy-no-mite
So I can fly high like Mike and just do it
And get freaky-deaky on the real
Grab the steel in case there's caps to peel

In the mix, when I flex the context, beware
Like when you're havin' safe sex
I continue to get brand new, one, two
My mic held tight so I can recite the hype

And get busy, my name is Erick Sermon
Back for the adventure without Pee-Wee Herman
For those who don't know, don't act suspicious
While I'm hittin' switches

Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Hittin' switches

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The Professional - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: The Professional
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Bojalil Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson, Ramos Ernesto Shaw, T Perry, Victor Padilla

Lyric:
New shit, Mobb Deep, featuring Noyd, like this dunn
The professional used from my nigga vic

Yo, you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum
Taste buds more higher than drugs my song take all
I blast off on the track law, my shit is pure satisfaction
What more could you ask for?
With facts like an answer, I pour fire on earth I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride with me, check out my lifestyle

It's a off-road course, I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
'Cause it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
De rate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggas is average
I'm handling your Most V.P, put 'em in P.C
Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga, Clue

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked with bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels and sniff that shit up in your nostrils
I'll be plottin' on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggas think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggas want the bitches, we just want the money

Federal notes, flipped blue
Keys of coke store frontin' watchin' his dough
Tourin' the coast, pardon wife due, gettin' babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
Joinin' my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin' through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin' these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin' with the money

Rockin' Pelle fuckin' with the Spanish mami cheffin' up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin' jumps out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin' slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin' cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam'll eat

Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the fittest, nobody's fuckin' with this
So fuck around with Hav, you fuck around with me
You fuck around with me, then you fuck around with P
You fuck around with us, then you fuck around with three
Motherfuckers from the NYC, what nigga, what nigga Clueminatti

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

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Every Day Is Tha Weekend - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Every Day Is Tha Weekend
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Samuel Ramone Bostic, Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
What's up for today, I'm tryin' to kick it, know the homie wit it
Soup up my dog, we hittin' corners, gettin' seven digits
'Cuz they come out when the sun out, it's on again
I make 'em grin when they see the chrome rim spin

Twenty inch, don't know I'm stingy like the Grinch
I penny-pinch, let them play once and sit the bench
It's a cinch, to pull 'em out of the season
If she choose me, don't let that broad be the reason

Smash off and leave a cloud, music bump loud
Ride through the park and let them fifteens move the crowd
Pop out and bail through somebody barbecue
Make a play, drink a brew, see what I can run through

And half naked in the summer, I'm collecting numbers
I tell 'em keep it on the under, waiting for the sun up
Go down so I can clown, late-night creeping
That's how we kick it, every day is tha weekend

We came to smoke
(Yeah)
Light one bitch or foe
(Uh huh)
Sippin' on some Henn
(Uh)
'Cuz it's on again
(It's on again)

We came to choke
(That's right)
Light one bitch or foe
(Uh, huh)
Sippin' on some Gin
'Cuz every day is tha weekend

Slide by the store, pull out them big faces
We livin' today, we gettin' drank by the case
Leavin' traces of burnt rubber on the floor
Everywhere we go, we light it up like the side show

I'm sittin' on the door hangin' out the vehicle
It's Breezy in the store, yellin', "Celly, where you feel to go?"
Straight-lacin', pervin' until I'm on my face and
No destination, follow me, I got the population

To get yo' go, it's on when we hit the scene
I know you feign for them sticky, mean collard greens
Blowin' zips, chasin' chips, watchin' money flip
Trade more stories, reminiscin' wit' my click

Takin' flicks, never know when the party over
Every summer, it seem like I lose another soldier
Even ones havin' fun gotta watch yo' back
They still creepin', every day is tha weekend

We came to smoke
(You know)
Light one bitch or foe
(Uh huh)
Sippin' on some Henn
(Yeah right)
'Cuz it's on again
(It's on again)

We came to choke
(Uh huh)
Light one bitch or foe
(Light somethin')
Sippin' on some Gin
(Yeah)
'Cuz every day is tha weekend

We sittin' on chrome, gold thangs and hubs
We get the party started when we step in the clubs
You can mug, but don't underestimate these thugs
You can holla at a playa, I got nuttin' but love

"There they go," that's what they say when we hit the floor
Get our groove on fo' sho', you know, that's how it go
Got tennis shoes on and I'm still gettin' in
See me at the bar, reelin' 'em in, I'm tryin' to win

Seen this notch with this tight dress on filin'
She kept smilin', sippin' on Long Islands
They was zealous, I love it when a woman choose
And when she hear this conversation, I can't lose

It don't stop, late night, still on the town
Slide by the after hours spot and put it down
That's how we do it, got the bomb and the fluid
The homies bringin' the freaks and every day is tha weekend

We came to smoke
(You know)
Light one bitch or foe
(Light somethin')
Sippin' on some Henn
(Uh, huh)
'Cuz it's on again
(It's on again)

We came to choke
(That's what we came fo')
Light one bitch or foe
(You know)
Sippin' on some Gin
(That's what we do)
'Cuz every day is tha weekend

We came to smoke
(Who gon' smoke? Who wanna date tonight?)
Light one bitch or foe
(Who got the Hennesey? Who gon' drink tonight?)
Sippin' on some Henn
(Who gon' smoke? Who wanna date tonight?)
'Cuz it's on again
(Who got the Hennesey? Who gon' drink tonight?)

We came to choke
(Who gon' choke? Who wanna date tonight?)
Light one bitch or foe
(Who got the Gin? Who gon' drink tonight?)
Sippin' on some Gin
(Who gon' choke? Who wanna date tonight?)
'Cuz every day is tha weekend
(Who got the Gin? Who gon' drink tonight?)

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