Who Dat - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Who Dat
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Diandre Davis, Jeffrey Thompkins, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Tonya Johnson, Christopher A Stewart

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Lyric:
Jack, Jack, yeah, put 'em up, put 'em up
Yo, yo, JT Money, throw 'em up, throw 'em up
JT Money

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

Yo, who dat off-brand nigga tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you came wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
Or do you just ride dick?
'Cause playa, I don't know you, nigga, tell me who you wit?

If you hang wit the Squad, you bound to get scarred
Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggaz run the yard
'Round here we blow trees, don't fuck with OBs
You dick ride niggaz might be the police, aight?

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

Uhh, me an' my girls rollin' deep, represent the Sole
Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on
See them niggaz all pause, droppin' digital phones
Askin' me, ?Where you from?? 'cause they wantin' to clone

Niggaz, them lines, they spit, they want my shit
But game be whack? I turn my back
Then hear that you're lickin'it, stickin' it
Tell all your friends that you're dickin' it

Swingin' on them [Incomprehensible]
Hi-fi shit, nigga, get sick with this
Say, ?Who dey? Who dat??, no chance, blew dat
When you said that you wrote this
Have Red Zone niggaz on blow for this bitch

Don't you deny it, nigga, don't even try it, nigga
You makin' claims that you laid wit the fly, nigga
Don't know, your name, it still, remains
That you would say you fucked, Sole

Every time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggaz wanna say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name, I'm the one, who the fuck is dat? Why?

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

I been said a legendary up in this motherfucker
Veteran in this game an' still bringin' ruckus
Never had no time for tricks or no bustaz
I only fuck wit dat real, I got no love for suckers

All these tiny ass niggaz be wanna wear my shoes
Ain't got the slightest of clues or either paid your dues
Then these hoes goin' crazy 'bout J, baby
The way you show me your love is by the way you pay me

The game room been closed, so stay up out of mine
Just know, I keep niggaz up an' crunk like battle lines
Motherfuckers be all up in a nigga biz
Tryin' to question my shit just like a pop quiz
Nigga, what this is? Aight?

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

We out to change, nigga, we runnin' game, nigga
You wanna bang, nigga? It ain't no thang, nigga
We out to change, nigga, we runnin' game, nigga
You wanna bang, nigga? It ain't no thang, nigga, aight?

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryin' to get up in my crew?

Yeah, OB's off limits

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Who Ya Rollin Wit - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Who Ya Rollin Wit
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Patrick Charles, Clifford Smith, Raheem Buggs, David Drew

Lyric:
Uh what's really good?
Yo, yo, yo

It's the unstoppable, over come any obstacle
Y'all know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical
Any mission possible, do what I gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you

You think you know, but you have no idea
The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear?
Somebody told y'all, steppin' in shit was good luck?
I got the hood stuck, now give the goods up

Y'all done pushed up, past the point of no return
It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's burn
I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms
Now that we know, when will the rest learn?

Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil and I don't speak none
Everything cool until that heat come
Just call my name, and I'll be there
Y'all kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin' wit?

Method spits fire
(Fire)
The roof's on
(Fire)
My crew's on
(Fire)

Method spits fire
(Fire)
The roof's on
(Fire)
My crew's on
(Fire)

M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures
Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over
New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back
Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, y'all want it
Y'all can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that
While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice
Then let these darts take a stab at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it

I jam like LA traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel
And the passenger seat behind the field
It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin' wit?

Method spits fire
(Fire)
The roof's on
(Fire)
My crew's on
(Fire)

Method spits
The roof's on
My crew's on

Six minutes, Method Man, you're on
If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong
You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs
That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm tryin' tell you drugs is not your friends
And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend
I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men

Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night
I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type
If y'all don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife

When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules
Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you?
This is it, y'all better come on in, the water's fine
Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin' wit?

Method spits fire
(Fire)
The roof's on
(Fire)
My crew's on
(Fire)

Method spits fire
(Fire)
The roof's on
(Fire)
My crew's on
(Fire)

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin' wit?

Method spits fire
(Fire)
The roof's on
(Fire)
My crew's on
(Fire)

Method spits fire
The roof's on
My crew's on

Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd
No doubt, dick up in your mouth
We do this shit everyday, I'm in the cut
With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt

And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man
Nothin' else but Staten Island, man
Y'all stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah Peace

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Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Rob Mays, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, uhh

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh uh major coins

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Yeah, not done

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh-uh uh uh

You ain't gotta be rich but funk dat
How abitchgonna get around your bus pass
? Put thisasson your mustache
Can you afford me, my ? ? this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git up, git out and get somethin"shit
I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca
Late nights, candlelight, can I tear thecockup
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My,shitremains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdinshit, I dash yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me

Uhh

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah

Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh! yeah

It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin and platinum
Cause from now on, you can witness ja the i-con
With hoodies and timbs on, cause I thugs my women
Veve, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us?
If not boo, you know what, I still got you

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce bounce wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah

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Z - Can I Get A .. - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Can I Get A ..
Album: MTV Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Rob Mays, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, uhh

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh uh major coins

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Yeah, not done

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh-uh uh uh

You ain't gotta be rich but funk dat
How abitchgonna get around your bus pass
? Put thisasson your mustache
Can you afford me, my ? ? this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git up, git out and get somethin"shit
I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca
Late nights, candlelight, can I tear thecockup
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My,shitremains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdinshit, I dash yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me

Uhh

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah

Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh! yeah

It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin and platinum
Cause from now on, you can witness ja the i-con
With hoodies and timbs on, cause I thugs my women
Veve, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us?
If not boo, you know what, I still got you

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce bounce wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah

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Cash Money Millionaires - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Cash Money Millionaires
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I keep pimpin', I keep pimpin', I keep
I keep pimpin', I keep pimpin'

I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' for that, holla at ya boy
I'm a m-m-mack mack a pimp, I spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out lim, I walk like limp

I talk like bitch bitch get here
Best player on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love the way I dumb out with the gear
This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there, then she comin' out here
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe
She gon' bring back more, not a minute go she ain't gettin' that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin' at you
I like 'em sexy, high, yellow if you fittin' thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit Birdman Jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don't buy they game

If he don't score in the first half, bench his ass
If you play wit my money I'ma lynch ya ass
I John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch, oh
Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich
If gettin' money's a crime then I'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

I sit' low in the car sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane lay in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days, got women for months
Leave ya girl at home on may 21
I got that thang on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside, make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like whats good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me'

My diamonds sing, my weed is rap
Call me weezy the king or call me weezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so I take that back
If your shoes too small shorty take that back
'Cause you gon' walk all day 'til you make that back
And that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin'
Cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Whats really good mami? it's ya boy W E E Z Y F
Baby so high in the sky I'm so fly watch out for
The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire

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Let'S Ride - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Let'S Ride
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): R Brito, Jim Jones, R Robinson

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Lyric:
Jones, Capo Status
You know what this is about, 'bout riders
All my states around this country
All my ghettos, my niggaz ready to ride
R.I.P, Biggie Smalls, this one's for you

We some riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and get high, let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride now let's ride

Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip
Big ass guns in a stolen whip but if you got weed then roll the shit
You rollin' with them rollin' Dips, straight up weed no poofin' these
Straight up G's no doopin' me, crazy b's that shoot up shit
Major cheese off of movin' bricks

From cuttin' up rain to shuflin' rain
Baggin' these hoes, fuckin' some dames
Waking up morning and fuck is the name

I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows
Stuntin' hard like 50 thou
I keep my goons my niggaz wild
Shootin' that thing till ya shit go blaow

The palmin' cheese can't come my needs
Hatian niggaz bombin' weed
Gats mo-mo, techs gon' blow, all in these streets
Shots with a four pound, AK when it go 'round
Don't play when it go 'round
In little Haiti them niggaz crazy like "Get 'em, baby"

Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride and let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride now let's ride

Call my gang to bust, know you fags ain't dangerous
Must be high off Angel Dust
To think that you can bang wit' us hang wit' us
Tape you to the hood no thang with us
Shoot up ya club get ya mangled up
I call my gangstas up and get ya faggot ass tangled up

Now what you bitches, step on the corner wit' a bunch of G's
Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police
Me, myself, I run the streets wit' no regard like, "Oh my God"
We just sittin' here not to lose, high off weed with lots of booze
Call my G's when I got to move
'Cause I drop 100 G's when I dropped the Coupe

Niggaz found a way tryna take my life
'Cause I run 'round the way wit' a neck full of ice
Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite
So if you niggaz want war we can do it tonight

I'm prayin' to the Lord that optimize
Dip Set Byrd Gang know I'ma ride
And I'ma rep till my last breath
Take a pull of my last hit

Pull up on these niggaz and blast the bitch
East side when I mask the bitch
We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac, lotta load gats
If a niggaz run on me then I gotta go back, back
And we gon' ride out, just ride and get high
And just ride and get high add let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride now let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride
And get high and just ride, now let's ride

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire
Listen lame, I'm insane to this game, get this flame in ya brain
Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire
Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain
Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Yo, who is realer than us? We'll turn jailers to smuts
I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff
Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup
Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go Taylor my Chucks

You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice
Faggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite
My niggaz blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite
Shout to my man Tito Lino facin' natural life

I'm just natural nice, you's hermaphrodite
My man Zeke be home three nigga pass the kite
This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right
Cabbage sliced, matchin' chain, matchin' Nikes

You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed
Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees
I done crowd the please, wit about a thousand keys
Ask about me, I ain't gotta break a smile to cheese

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Bone Bone Bone - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Bone Bone Bone
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, S Howse, B Mccane, A Henderson, Tim Middleton, J Goodman

Lyric:
Bone Thugs
Who be the niggas that be sneakin' the pistol up in the party?
Drink that 1-5-1 Bacardi? Drunk and finna fuck up somebody?
(Bone Thugs)

Keepin' it realer than real in the field
Niggas that's packin' that steel
Who be the niggas that sold over 30 million strong?
(Bone Thugs)

Who was dem niggas in black?
Who was dem niggas wit straps?
Who was dem niggas that's bustin' back at the goddamn law?
(Bone Thugs)

Who was dem niggas that Crept On Ah Come Up and did it Eazy?
Who was dem niggas that didn't get of they thang leadin' Cleveland?
(Bone Thugs)

Smokin' the weed or the fever, the reefa
That keep 'em a pot of that sweetest cheeba
Nigga yo, y'all know who that is
(Bone Thugs)

Dem niggas that sing, dem niggas that rap
They got everybody tryna do that
Fuck recognizing nigga, they better respect, who, who, who?
(Bone Thugs)

I done told these niggas that Bone is the shit
So keep on rollin ya spliff and smoke a blunt to this shit
(Bone Thugs)

Who was the nigga that thugged in the streets?
Number one on the charts? And who was the nigga that's pullin' ya card?
And nigga show that we had nothin' but heart
(Bone Thugs)

And who be the nigga that come to my side when it's about murder?
My niggas, my niggas will hurt ya
You better believe it, when we comin' to serve ya
(Bone Thugs)

We be dem niggas fo' life, we tighter than tight, doing what we like
And who was the nigga that told ya to get down for your rights?
(Bone Thugs)

Now, who be the niggas that step in the club makin' everythang pause?
So fresh, so clean, no flaws, who be the rawest clique you done saw?
(Bone Thugs)

Damn right, we keep it original out of da door
Hit him up quick wit' the flip flop flow
Then we introduce you to Mo
(Bone Thugs)

Dem niggas that reignin' supreme, hustled to conquer our dream
Forever untouchable team
What nigga be out here gettin' this green?
(Bone Thugs)

Blowin' green, rollin' the hood, glock cocked on safety
And who be the niggas that knew you was fake?
But stayin' away from y'all lately
(Bone Thugs)

Lil Layzie be da nigga statin' da facts
And you can put this on Stack
'Cause muthafucka we back
(Bone Thugs)

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Who be the niggas that thug in the back of the club?
Ready to scrap, nigga buck, nigga what?
Who be the niggas that check ya, disrespect ya?
(Bone Thugs)

Who be the niggas that wanna maintain?
And do them thug thangs?
But if disrespected who gon' let it bang?
(Bone Thugs)

Who was the niggas we rushed? Who was dem niggas that talk about us?
Who was the nigga that say that the thugsta mentality?
Better him than us
(Bone Thugs)

Bone Thugs finally let loose
Total control who's business is it anyway?
(Bone Thugs)

Gotta life, better leave it alone, been supressed too long
Now, that we out on our own, ya gotta see the free Bone
(Bone Thugs)

Who be the niggas that come in anybody hood and straight kick it?
Who be the niggas that always got the weed
The drink and dyme bitches?
(Bone Thugs)

I'm tired of hearin', 'What happened to us?'
'When will we hear a Bone bust?'
Who be the niggas that's bringin' that thuggish ruggish no matter what?
(Bone Thugs)

Believe we nothin' but truth, what would the game do?
Without you know who? Niggas that say and do
What they want to
(Bone Thugs)

This rap game terror, money, murda mo and all that good shit
Scandalous niggas, respect this
(Bone Thugs)

Ask about my 20 inch deep dish rims
Son of a chicken, it ain't no friends, when it come to the end
And I'ma say word to gangstas, real killas wit money to burn
Sayin' we a lost cause, foster kids-preach the world
(Bone Thugs)

Thank God that I had a father, I'm pushed in that cocoa with my sister
When I was 14 like cancer victims
(Bone Thugs)

Uh huh, 'cause haters they get quarantined
Women they comin' with sorcery
I'm livin' wit' curses, smokin' weed
(Bone Thugs)

Burn me, don't bury me, hurry before my mama come see me
Somebody call Johnny Cochran
Some niggas they wanna be Biggie
Some niggas they wanna be 'Pac

But I just wanna be Bizzy
As soon as they hear me, they spit me
Like Richard Simmi
Don't run away, where's your nuts at?

It's the original hydro smokers, somebody bust that
Trust that, what's packin'
(Bone Thugs)

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone Thugs

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Murda Mo - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Murda Mo
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Gary Logan, Paul Morley, Ann Dudley, Trevor Horn, Jonathan Jeczalik, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder
Will ya die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die,die, die, die, die

Better watch that redrum
Tha bloody mo, murder mo, merger, it will learn ya
Don't be fuckin' with the thug to thug slug
Rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood
Roll with tha gun in my hand
And they can't understand how we ran wit' da murder mo
Niggas, were jealous and they [unverified]
They get me, stick me

Playa haters, they be quick when they pull out they weapon
Me wish you would never decease
It's keeping me deep and they all be me victim
And on da phone when I call my dogs
I'll be ready anytime you wanna go
(Ho)
Put him on tha ground wit' da 4-4

I just wanna let a nigga know
Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin' with da Bone
When they really wanna see the Bone go
Now nigga you dead wrong
You better take a couple steps backwards
I'll collapse ya, cap to the playa haters
Just remember we're pillin' you jealous back stabbers
Back stabbers
(Hey)

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo
Da da da
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)

Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
My thang, my thang, my thang
(My thang)

Nigga fuck them po-po, we betcha gotta automatic
(Oh yeah)
Let's pump that bore up
If I could just look up and see po-po dyin' I and I, I'm flippin my mind
Stoned up wit' da gauge, little rip'll put tha donut in the grave
Where they lay, then we play wit' da AK-47, 357, even 187
I gotta gauge and you got a gun

But cha better try to get ya weapon out before mine
Shoot 'em in da head, but you make sure they dead
Then da nigga fin da fled, while they layin' in red
Call my OG homies, tell me when the police come you pray
Nigga gotta go, see ya later ho, leatherface gots to get to [unverified]
Stay leatherface got's to get to [unverified]

When a nigga wanna try me
Had da heat a wit' da trigger on a nigga
But I really, really get it witcha

Hey, Easy, pop, steady murder dem po-po now
I can stay packin' when attackin' po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get viscous wit' my clickas
Gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun
Stun blastin' when attackin' po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get viscous wit' my clickas, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun

Rollin', rollin', rollin', baby, that's thugs up into your soul and
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall

We never knew homie could fuck wit' da tongue
They give us no competition
Who's got the gun, don't fuck wit' number one
We never knew homie could fuck wit' da tongue
They give us no competition
If ya [unverified], feel real, reload da clip
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall, they fall

Dear Mr. Oiuja, dear Mr. Oiuja
Dear Mr. Oiuja, dear Mr. Oiuja is it
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Mo, mo, mo

Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]

Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)
Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)

Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)
Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)

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Can You Bounce - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace) - Ice Cube

Title: Can You Bounce
Album: War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Richard Frierson, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Bounce it, bounce it, shake it, shake it
Wiggle, wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
Baby, baby can you bounce to this?
(Bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Bounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

I hear you braggin 'bout the money you fold
Same nigga that be kissin' my colon
When you picture me rollin'
Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like Nolan
They call me Poppa Doctor
(Poppa doctor)
See your bitch and I knocked her
(Yea)

I collect them like Pokemon
From Nokishan, accept the ones with no behind
You can keep 'em
(Keep 'em)
Keep 'em from creepin' when I'm sleepin'
Same bitch and same club every weekend
Same drink, same dress, brainless
What would you do if I handed you a stainless?
(What?)
Can't fuck with a girl that's gameless
Would you tell the po po's what my name is?

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Baby bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Smoke an ounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(Yea, yea)

Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little

Don't stop get it get it
I'm not the kind to get jiggy with it
I'm the kind to get niggy with it
I'm a show you what it's all about
(Trick)
Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out
(Bitch)
Don't pretend you can live without
(Dick)
Come with me ain't no doubt that I'm
(Rich)

Whatchoo goan do in the early morn?
When the lights come on and your drink is gone?
(Ahh)
Do you think you grown, think we convone?
It's a party at my house I got drinks at home
(Yea)
Get to undressin', pull out the lethal weapon
Look you in the eye and I aks you one question

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(What choo smokin' on?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(Throw your hands in the air)

Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Show me, uhh)
Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
(Yea down)
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Poppa Dogg)

Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me
Wit me, wit me, wit me, can ya?
Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me, wit me
Wit me, wit me, can ya?
(Yea, yea, ahh haa, ahh haa, ahh haa, yea, yea)

Who that nigga that be in the club every week?
Who that cheap mutherfucker won't buy you a drink?
Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speak?
Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stink?
Who that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silk?
Who that girl showin' tits, like she got milk?
Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt?
Who that fool in the parkin' lot about to get killed?
(Yea)

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Can you bounce?)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Blaze one)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(If you down with this)

Baby baby can you bounce to this?
(Huh)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this
(Dogg best C.G.)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(Uhh)

Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Uhh)
Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little
(Uhh)
Yeah
(Bounce it, bounce it)
Ice Cube
(Bounce it, bounce it)
(Bounce it, bounce it)

Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me, wit me
Wit me, wit me, can ya?
Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me
Wit me, wit me, wit me
Can ya bounce?

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Ole School Shit - Lyrics - Eazy E

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Squalie - Lyrics - From Me to U - Juelz Santana

Title: Squalie
Album: From Me to U
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): R Brito, Gregory Omar Green, Seon Thomas, Barry White, Laron James

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh ohh, c'mon, c'mon
Roll wit me, it's Santana
I'd like to welcome y'all to the great
Fuck wit ya boy, once again, Zeke

Now I got more than my swagger back
Listen here homie, Mr. Mick Jagger's back
Uh oh, young Zab of rap, only difference is
This Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'

Traffin' crack threw half an' Hampton
Make stacks an' stacks an' that's a fact, man
Y'all can't fuck wit me
Baby girl, I drag my nuts for free comfortably

An' ya know I got my pimpin' together
Got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together
Shit, bitch, you better get your switchin' together
'Cuz this back hand will get you together, hope you know that

An' sometime I can't believe my niggaz
Still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz
Eat, don't stop homie, breathe my niggaz
I need y'all more than y'all ever need me, my niggaz

This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my homies on the block with somethin'
Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie

For all my chicks on the strip that switch
Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie

Yo, we livin' the life of loca vida, coke an' cheever
Driveby, blow smoke on the policia
Like fuck 'em, I got no love for Squalie
But I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie

Duckin' from Squalie, shit
An' we ain't do nothin' to Squalie
It's payback, we buckin' at Squalie
No more gettin' searched, frisked for nothin' by Squalie

Hey, so sell ya pack, sell ya cracks like when Dickens was near
Juelz Santana Dickens is here, yea
Yea, so Zeke is ya rollin' with me?
This the theme song, homie, fuck the police

We back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
Measures, we taken em', make 'em, we'll clap at ya
Peel off on dirt bikes an' raptors
Squirt pipes at bastards, y'all can't fuck wit me

This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my homies on the block with somethin'
Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie

For all my chicks on the strip that switch
Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie

Hey ma, it's J.R. an' L's, it ain't hard to tell
We da niggaz in Maury an' Karl Lagerfeld
Wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell
An' a gun that'll hit you from far as Hell

You quick to flash, we'll whip yo' ass
Couple shots hit your glass, dip shit, ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past, stay skippin' class, pitchin' hash
All day, stood there flippin' halves

When I heard, "Squalie", I dished an' dashed
Ditched the hash, park, neutral, first gear, hit the gas
Now we rich with cash an' when I hear, "Squalie"
I sit an' laugh, dawg, you kiss his ass

Cooked more caine, push off dames
While you dumb niggaz stand there an' look all lame
I done popped an' took off chains
Now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game

This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my homies on the block with somethin'
Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie

For all my chicks on the strip that switch
Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie

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Die Slow - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Die Slow
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Ty Fyffe, George Rafeik

Lyric:
Yo
(Die slow)
Yeah
(Die slow)
Ya niggas better
(Die slow)
Uh
(Die slow)

All you can do is die slow nigga
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)

All you can do is die
(Die slow)
Yeah
(Die slow)
(Die slow)

Fuck y'all
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
Die slow nigga
(Die slow)
(Die slow)

Yo, you against me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 4 hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva

Rubber face rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' across the Niagara

My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid and you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis

I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses, I'll tell 'em that
You got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers

Radio stations'll express their sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out stop the violence pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums

I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' 'cause you a has been
You'll never get ya' groove back

So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett
You'll just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee

Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle

Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-i-bus is invincible
Fuck you

(Die slow)
Hey yo, that nigga got an attitude
(Die slow)
Yeah, he be actin' rude
(Die slow)
And he's always trynna' battle you
(Die slow)
That last album was terrible

(Die slow)
When he's on the radio
(Die slow)
He never got a clean mouth
(Die slow)
Yeah, every time he freestyles
(Die slow)
His words be gettin' bleeped out

(Die slow)
You got the album?
(Die slow)
Naw, I heard it was weak
(Die slow)
You got the album? I said it was weak
(Die slow)
But the shit don't come out till next week

(Die slow)
Hey yo, I like the nigga's beats
(Die slow)
Yo that shit be comin' bugged out
(Die slow)
Hey yo, that nigga Bis dumbs out
(Die slow)
He waited too long to come out

To you bitch niggas who talk alot but walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it, when I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some channel 6 footage

Know what is, me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door knob
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side

Your whole flow is porkrine, spit the small oints
I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point
Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one
Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career done

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin' type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light
To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable splitters
True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver

Shoutin' my name
Ya best to control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids

(Die slow)
Yeah, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo
(Die slow)
I heard he's from Philly yo
(Die slow)
I seen him in Bis video
(Die slow)
He's so skinny tho'

(Die slow)
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
(Die slow)
I don't even understand his shit
(Die slow)
That nigga sounds like an amateur
(Die slow)
Yo, I heard Jay manage him

(Die slow)
Yo, he got some heavy gold shit
(Die slow)
Man, that's some old shit
(Die slow)
Yeah yo, the niggas that he roll wit'
(Die slow)
Probably let 'em hold it

(Die slow)
He got alotta Benji's
(Die slow)
No he don't
(Die slow)
Every time, when I see him in the back of the source
(Die slow)
He looks [Incomprehensible]

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Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Lynese Wiley, Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Freddrick Watson

Lyric:
Bad Boy, baby
We the last standin' check the records
Check the score
Da Band, the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on

Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard
Tits don't sag, I don't need no push-up bra
Bitch you mad, Babs got a brand new car
Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar
Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed
Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve'em
Big belly bitches we starve 'em

Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin'
Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin'
You a thug, why you keep on talkin', let's get it crackin'
Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out
Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
(My year, now so you girls betta leave)
This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat
(Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep)

I'ma changed man, since I made the band
Nobody, gave a damn, no one gave a hand
Made man, made the band, wave ya hands
Rocks in the watch, I think I'm 'bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran
Go somewhere, and be a maintenance man, a janitor
Dog don't blame me, blame ya manager

Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga
Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga
'Who Shot Ya', 'Biggie Smalls', Tupac ya nigga
'Ready to Die', 'All Eyes' on the project nigga
You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggaz
I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga, silence

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
(But you fuckin' wit the wildest nigga)
This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
(That chain, fugazy, you ain't stylin' nigga)

There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin'
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that about it
If you bout it then throw it up
Got that fire and you ready to light it, then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
You, run in that water now ya life is in danger

Ride wit the underworld, that keep bangers
Niggas that be off that frail, them beef bringers
Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me
It won't happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me
I'ma stay thugged out till they bury me
When they do, I can't wait to see Barry B

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
(I'ma Dirty South nigga from the dirty streets)
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because
(Get crunk, get buck, get the fuck off ya feet)

Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin
Lord forgive me, but these niggaz is playin' wit the boss man
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' tossed in
I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin'
Man homeboy that's y'all man

Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game
I'm 'Bad', but not a 'Boy', I got a part of his name
And homie, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain
Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo brain
A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I mean
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team

Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team

Da Band, Da Band, Da Band, 2003
Fire, fire, Too Hot For T.V.
Too hot to hold in the headphones this time
Too hot to hold to cold to fold, come on, and now
Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king
I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness
Fire, yeah, and we won't stop
Da Band, fire, yeah

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Black Trump - Lyrics - Cocoa Brovaz

Title: Black Trump
Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Composer(s): Tekomin Williams, E Hinson, Darryl (Jr) Yates, C Woods, D Wray

Lyric:
I had to get some real professionals for the job, son
Numerous cats, word up, that's right official niggas word up
This is what you call ? Straight blazin' through what?
Raise the roof is what we came to do, like hash browns
Blazin' through, blazin' through, pass that African black gold
Over here, raise the roof is what we came to do
Blazin' through, blazin' through, you know how we rock, raise the
Roof is what we came to do, Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop

Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra
Poisonous venom into your system killin' you slower
Than niggas wit blowers to your jugler, my brother's keeper
But I put my brother to sleep, if my brother try to creep up
You know me son, show respect when I'm rockin' the podium
Steam-rollin' on niggas, my team straight blowin' 'em
Got 'em throwin' they gunz in the air like Onyx
Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest

Let me warn y'all killas upstairs
I seen all y'all, heavy like fuck
Thinkin' my niggas might flaw y'all
Blow ya ammo, shallah seen the God fly commando
Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off
I'm lookin' at you why, like
"Fuck, you probably think I'm high"
Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from Egypt

Me what? Hennesy drink
Mahogany guns, we treesed up
Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up
This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up
Let's poly, slow-mo status
Bring the keys up
Wonderin', runners is lookin' mighty fees'd up
Right stupid, FBI sell 'em these guns

Make this money, niggas hold up guns
Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones
Baby need new shoes and a outfit, I see you stick-up kids
You came wit the dick lick
You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick?
Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch, you heard about 'em
Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe
Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me

Gotta poly wit ya crew
To stack ya loot up
Get your weight up
Big up, pull ya boots up
If you step into the club wit your guns up
If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fam
Stack ya loot up

Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
When you step into the club wit ya guns up
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up, right
Never before we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, right, raise the roof up
Microphone politicians
Still in all we came to raise the roof up

Minolta flash
Gun in the stash
Rollin' for mo' hash
Tek, why you slap fire out 'em
Hold fast
These niggas gotta pay the hard way
Three the hard way
Allah swingin' on 'em like a San Diego Padre

You heard what the God say
Let's start this
Professional marksma
Swimmin' like killa sharks
We lethal and heartless
On point like a dart, bitch
Bomb your camp if you want this
Connect wit convicts on some Don shit

And spread the camouflage cats
To get the money in Stat
Go to war like Sadaam
If he pushes you that
Keep his movements discreet
When he out in the streets
Had to stash built to
High heat for those who creep

Ha, peep the ghetto bastards, run in your crib like two
Masked men, I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin', we blastin'
Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten
Rhyme official live broadcastin', makin' it happen
You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules
Hold my eight straight 'cuz I been payin' dues
Wave king from way back tryin' to make a mill stack
Miami money cats that leave you layin' down flat

Gotta poly wit ya crew
To stack ya loot up
Get your weight up
Big up, pull ya boots up
If you step into the club wit your guns tucked
If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fam
Stack ya loot up

Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
When you layin' in the cut wit ya guns tucked
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(What?)
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(It's on again)

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(Word up, put your hands down)
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(Word up, this shit is multi, y'all gonna see it, word up)
(Smiff, Wess, Lex)

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
(From the projects, phony projects next)
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, like the Cocoa B's burn

Gotta poly wit your crew
To stack ya loot up
Get ya weight up,
Big up, pull ya boots up
When you step into the club wit the guns up
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up

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