Ya Man Ain'T Me - Lyrics - Chris Brown - Chris Brown

Title: Ya Man Ain'T Me
Album: Chris Brown
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Damon E Thomas, Antonio Dixon, Eric Dawkins, Harvey Jr Mason, Steve Russell, Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
Hey girl, whats up?
You've been going through it, huh?
Yeah, I know
And I know ya man ain't been treating you right
But ya man ain't me
Listen

Girl, I bet that he be actin' all cocky like
Like he deserves you and you so lucky to be with him
Bet he be treatin' you rude, always got an attitude
Like he's the only dude made for you, woah

But I bet he didn't count on, no like me comin' 'round
Giving you things to think about 'cause I know what's up
Since he ain't tryna step it up, don't you think you should give him up?
'Cause he ain't worth your love

Stop trippin'
I know you got a man but girl he's slippin'
I can see myself gettin' in where I fit in
I want you to see
Just how much ya man ain't me

'Cause he ain't fly, he don't even drive
'Cause when you wanna sneak out
In the middle of the night, baby, I'm your guy
I'ma reason he ain't being all that he can be
Baby please, ya man, ya man ain't me

Girl, I know that you be wishin' he was nothin' like
Like that playa type and you so lucky to be with him
Wish that he treated you cool and didn't cheat on you
Like you're just another girl in his crew

But I bet he didn't count on, no like me comin' 'round
Giving you things to think about 'cause I know what's up, yeah
Since he ain't tryna step it up, don't you think you should give him up?
'Cause he ain't worth your love, you need to stop trippin'

Stop trippin'
I know you got a man but girl he's slippin'
I can see myself gettin' in where I fit in
I want you to see
Just how much ya man ain't me

'Cause he ain't fly, he don't even drive
'Cause when you wanna sneak out
In the middle of the night, baby, I'm your guy
I'ma reason he ain't being all that he can be
Baby please, ya man, ya man ain't me

Can't you see?
You and him ain't meant to be together
Life with me will be better

Yes, let him leave
You'll be doing yourself a favor
Girl, I'm just tryna save you

Stop trippin'
I know you got a man but girl he's slippin'
I can see myself gettin' in where I fit in
I want you to see
Just how much ya man ain't me

'Cause he ain't fly, he don't even drive
'Cause when you wanna sneak out
In the middle of the night, baby, I'm your guy
I'ma reason he ain't being all that he can be
Baby please, ya man, ya man ain't me

Oh no, ya man ain't me, no baby
Oh no, ya man ain't me, no baby
Oh no, ya man ain't me, no baby
...

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Paperman - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Paperman
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Qaadir Atkinson, John David Jackson

Lyric:
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

They call me Paperman, Paperman
In that brand new Chevy Suddan
My money stack up so tall
Like New York skyscrapers man

I keep me a fresh tapper man
Rich Yung are them basics man
Greatest player at home like Kobe in staples man
He be tryna lock her down, she tryna escape the man

I pick that paper up in the mornin', she is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man
Keep them squares out yo circle
And work ya money nigga just don't let ya money work you

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

I'm a man to blow two grand or so
On sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow
Bet them hoes understand the doe
Every motherfucker on this planet know

Money keeps the world on spin
If I put the spur on in ain't no doubt yo girl gone grin
They like my shine, they like my grind
I take yo girl, I bring her back

Ain't it like she mine, ya hoes to blame
You know the game
It's Loso rich but if you wanna know the name I say

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

Now I dip through strips in a whip
Wit black 22's and chrome on the lip
Don't slip, don't trip 'cause the tips are hollow
In this chrome on my hip

I lean so mean, so clean
That there ain't a stain on these clothes
Hoes run throw some throw
Ones we makin' it rain on these hoes

I ride through slow, just hide ya hoe
Don't let yo hoe see Loso
I think I'm this, I think I'm that
Man I don't think I know so

I let them know, we let them go
So please don't play wit them boys
She wanna come, just let her come over
And play wit them boys
Like New York skyscrapers man

I keep me a fresh tapper man
Rich Yung are them basics man
Greatest player at home like Kobe in staples man
He be tryna lock her down, she tryna escape the man

I pick that paper up in the mornin', she is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man
Keep them squares out yo circle
And work ya money nigga just don't let ya money work you

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

I'm a man to blow two grand or so
On sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow
Bet them hoes understand the doe
Every motherfucker on this planet know

Money keeps the world on spin
If I put the spur on in ain't no doubt yo girl gone grin
They like my shine, they like my grind
I take yo girl, I bring her back

Ain't it like she mine, ya hoes to blame
You know the game
It's Loso rich but if you wanna know the name I say

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
Like New York skyscrapers man

I keep me a fresh tapper man
Rich Yung are them basics man
Greatest player at home like Kobe in staples man
He be tryna lock her down, she tryna escape the man

I pick that paper up in the mornin', she is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man
Keep them squares out yo circle
And work ya money nigga just don't let ya money work you

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

I'm a man to blow two grand or so
On sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow
Bet them hoes understand the doe
Every motherfucker on this planet know

Money keeps the world on spin
If I put the spur on in ain't no doubt yo girl gone grin
They like my shine, they like my grind
I take yo girl, I bring her back

Ain't it like she mine, ya hoes to blame
You know the game
It's Loso rich but if you wanna know the name I say

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go

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Ain'T That A Bi**H - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: Ain'T That A Bi**H
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Hey hey hey

Because the cops is watchin', the streets is talkin'
Ya hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungreatfull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bi--h

And this here is the Carter, oh yo, and this here is the Carter, yo oh
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin' mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back, oh

Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla
Gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin' this shit for the hustlaz
Gonna keep livin' this shit I'm gutless

Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin' this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year

Wizzle F Baby, ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy
I'm the Birdman Jr. Junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch, I'm a pimp in the whip
I'm a hundred grand

And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets, I get money in the streets
Like a hundred men, a hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubber band, know what I'm sayin'

Because the cops is watchin', the streets is talkin'
Ya hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bi--h

The cops is watchin', streets are talkin'
Hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bi--h

Now all the bitches got me strollin' wit' my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin' with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick don't trip
'Cause K's don't jam and a nigga don't miss

They tellin' me I'm the shit like a nigga don't piss
But nigga don't slip 'cause I'll kill a punk bitch, word up
And I don't affiliate with niggaz
I don't love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga

Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs, nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug, nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
'Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece

Ask ya reverend 'bout me, I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy, fuck boy

Because the cops is watchin', the streets is talkin'
Ya hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bi--h

The cops is watchin', streets are talkin'
Hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bi--h

I'm a muthafuckin' man, so respect me as one
Or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin' chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son

Nigga tryin' to see his grandson and we
Got niggaz in the pen tryin' to see me wit' a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Couldn't see me even if you was standin' with me up

I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe
For my beautiful mind

And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name, I bring my crew to the line
Nigga, that's S.Q. and we fine
Nigga, that's S.Q. and we firrin' Nigga

Because the cops is watchin', the streets is talkin'
Ya hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bi--h

The cops is watchin', streets is talkin'
Hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bi--h

Because the cops is watchin', the streets is talkin'
Ya hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bi--h

The cops is watchin', streets is talkin'
Hoes is unfaithful, ya family ungratefull
Ya niggaz ain't loyal, you niggaz ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bi--h

Ha, Wizzle F Baby, fa ya muhfuckin' neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin' Gotti in the buildin'
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin' Rome, DI, Ceeti

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Run It Remix - Lyrics - Chris Brown - Chris Brown

Title: Run It Remix
Album: Chris Brown
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Scott Storch, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Clap your hands, run
Y'all know what this is
So So Def

Now lil mama just break it down
For the boy, Bow Wow and that boy Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground, bring it up slow
Twurk that thang like them girls in the videos
And I'm leavin' here with somethin'
I come wit dat good game, baby girl, I ain't frontin'
I got that Bentley GT parked outside
So scream at it nigga when you're ready to ride
Come on

Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinkin' when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon' do
Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Babe, pretty thick wit the kick
That's sick, that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon' do

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

You'll see, girl, I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitely show you things
To have you sayin' I can't be 16
Once I get in you won't let go
And I, I'll have yo girls wishin' they were you
And I, I know you heard about me
But guess what's goin' down if we leave

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Girl, you feel right, feel right
Make me feel like, feel like
I wanna do a little somethin'
Ain't no thing, let's do it to sho
Girl, the way that you're wearin' them
Jeans is turnin' me on
I'm the hottest thing that's in these streets
So baby, won't you rock me

Now if ya man ain't on the flo then I'ma step in
Replace him, tell yo friends after party at my spot
Shawty gotta come back 'cuz she so hot
Now we lookin' for them grown girls
That ain't scared to get to it
Know what to do when we drop that music
Lil mini skirts 'cuz she lookin' good
Got different color weaves mayne she so hood

I like 'em thick in the waist, ten in the face
The girls come to us so we don't chase
She move her booty like a low rider up, down
Man, she likes the way that I puts it down
And ain't nothin' to a G, I do this on the daily
You don't believe me you can ask JD
And it ain't no second guessin'
Matter fact, baby girl, I got one question now

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see If you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see If you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Right about now
I need everybody to get to the dance floor

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Manager - Lyrics - Look What You Made Me - Yung Berg

Title: Manager
Album: Look What You Made Me
Artist: Yung Berg
Composer(s): Matthew Pearson, Lloyd Polite, Christian Ward

Lyric:
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya

Yeah, these girls like me
'Cause I show 'em somethin' icy
Roll somethin' nicely, make her wanna have a seed
Hope her son looks like me

Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin'
Collipark on the drums, I know you gon' like it
Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce
Mix it all in together, watch a hit drop out

See we started from the kitchen from the bed to the couch
Gave her forty five minutes, I was in, then I'm out
See my mama say I'm lucky, the hood say they love me
These girls say I'ma put this up, put no one above me

See now I'm livin' lovely, my girl gotta buddy
But she be trippin' out because her girls wanna fuck me
And now we pullin' up, see me and the boy Lloyd
Red bone girls, Lambourghini toys
Take it to tha flow 'cause I know how to handle ya
I don't wanna be ya man, I wanna be ya manager

I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up
Speakers knockin' the block down when we pullin' up
I see you movin' around on the dance floor
Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for?

Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me
Gotta playa open hopin' you don't make a fool of me
Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(She make me wanna say, say, alright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, say, alright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, alright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, alright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(You know you want to)

Yeah, it go, shawty, lemme manage ya
I know how to handle ya
Forget about your boyfriend, mami, he's a amateur
There go the paparazzi smile for the camera

Say cheese and throw up the YB'z
Body picture perfect, I know how to work it
Only for a small fee 'cause you're managed by me
Started with rosade then took it to Don P
Ran outta Don P so we vous vecliz
See them otha' dudes lose 'cause they ain't smooth like me
They don't coordinate the jewels with the shoes like me

True religion jeans with a v-neck fee
Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me
So we took 'em both to the beach to the beach
Me and the boy Lloyd threw 'em on jet skis
Then to the suite 'cause I know how to handle ya
I don't wanna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya

I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up
Speakers knockin' the block down when we pullin' up
I see you movin' around on the dance floor
Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for?

Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me
Gotta playa open hopin' you don't make a fool of me
Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(She make me wanna say, say, alright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(She make me wanna say, say, alright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, alright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, alright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(Shawty, you can do good if you listen up)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
([Incomprehensible])
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(Ah, you ain't gotta be afraid, shawty, back it up 'cause)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
(See, you only have this smile without the black and white)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya

Although I've got it bad for ya
(It's ya boy Berg)
I hope you understand that
(Lloyd)
I can be ya manager
(I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya)
But I can't be yo man, no

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G-Love (U Don'T Love Me) - Lyrics - Back to the Traphouse - Gucci Mane

Title: G-Love (U Don'T Love Me)
Album: Back to the Traphouse
Artist: Gucci Mane
Composer(s): A Gordon, J Campbell, R Davis, M Riddick

Lyric:
And you want me to give you all of my heart
All of my love but u don't love me
And you keep on sayin' that's how you are
But that ain't good enough 'cause u don't love me

And you want me to think that we're gonna pass
So I keep comin' back you say you like me
But baby, that ain't gonna be good enough
So there ain't no us 'cause u don't love me

I'm a zone 6, nigga so it ain't nothin' to it
Yo man won't beat it up but guess what
I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it

I'll beat that thang like I'm performin'
Ya hate me now but bet that you gon' love me in the mornin'
Flash flood warnin', I'm in the club stormin'
Girls choosin' shawty but I'll come and getcha toy friend
High than a Martian I'ma round the wheel of fortune

You my vanna white and even Ray Charles think you gorgeous
The way you put it down you remind me of my porscha
And I'm not bein' arrogant I'm just tryin' being cautious
I'm so scared of comin' admit it make me nauseous
I don't love ya, girl but I still think ya gorgeous

G love, baby, all I'll give ya
'Cause you don't fell in love
With a real street nigga

G love, baby, all I'll give ya
'Cause you don't fell in love
With a real street nigga, Gucci

And you want me to give you all of my heart
All of my love but u don't love me
And you keep on sayin' that's how you are
But that ain't good enough 'cause u don't love me

And you want me to think that we're gonna pass
So I keep comin' back you say you like me
But baby, that ain't gonna be good enough
So there ain't no us 'cause u don't love me

One day you gonna find me and I wanna rehighment
Find some other guy friend that meet all ya requirements
I can even lie damn a dime you a diamond
And if I laced up to ya you give it to hides man

Rubbin' on ya thighs and I'm lookin' in ya eyes and
It's hard to decide man love's so hard to find man
Gucci not a blind man but Gucci still a bachelor
Get me off a substance, give him all the extra

Gucci Mane, I bless ya, love to caress ya
One thing I'll never do, put you under pressure
Gucci Mane done bless ya, I love to caress ya
One thing I would never do is put you under pressure

G love, baby, all I'll give ya
'Cause you don't fell in love
With a real street nigga

G love, baby, all I'll give ya
'Cause you don't fell in love
With a real street nigga, Gucci

And you want me to give you all of my heart
All of my love but u don't love me
And you keep on sayin' that's how you are
But that ain't good enough 'cause u don't love me

And you want me to think that we're gonna pass
So I keep comin' back you say you like me
But baby, that ain't gonna be good enough
So there ain't no us 'cause u don't love me

G love, baby, all I'll give ya
'Cause you don't fell in love
With a real street nigga

G love, baby, all I'll give ya
'Cause you don't fell in love
With a real street nigga, Gucci, yeah

Baby, tell me why
Why ya don't love me?
Why ya don't love me?
Oh, no

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Fuck That Nigga - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Fuck That Nigga
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Teruis Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga 'Fuck ya' and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him

Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section we goin' to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads

Nigga catch a felony, he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state, we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin', I'll attack like a rhino

Some of the time motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Stay from 'round here, I tell ya these niggas ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways and in the cuts
Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up

People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right, that's how it is on the block
Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds and Reebok's

Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked up attitude totin' a big chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of [Incomprehensible]

We ain't tryin' ta see the jail house
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Come through the hood where ya hang with a K and when I see ya
What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, nigga, leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet

I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a hot boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' blockah, blockah from four fours

I'm a dog with a gun in my hand I cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up, chopped up, did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin

Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga, don't please me
I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, nigga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me, fuck his whole clique, nigga
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga

You don't like me that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you that mean I don't like you
The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga

Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch ass niggas throwin' bricks [Incomprehensible]
It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me

We got this here and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga

We comin' through, nigga, we layin' it down, nigga
And we just doin' what we do, keepin' it real

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Fresh Azimiz - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Fresh Azimiz
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

Lyric:
When I was 8 I was rhymin' not back yard game playin'
Watchin' Snoop anxiously and waitin' for my chance man
Hot and cocky wit it ?cause I kno' that I am man
I'm goin' down in history like American Bandstand

I stay fresh to def like the neighborhood dope man
I stay on the top ?cause I keep comin' wit dope man
U steady watchin' stealin' but there ain't no hope man
U dealin' wit somethin' bigger than the US Open

And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like Fatlaces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready so that means I'm strokin'
If u pet me now'days girl a dawg is soakin'

Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
18 nigga makin' more than yo dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma outdo ?em
If u know somebody like that, pull up and say to ?em

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting' homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Now, now, now, now e'ry record that I make
I'm tryin' to get up out the store man
E'ry car I drive I'm tryin' have u sayin', ?Whoa man?
Fourth album comeback power like Rogaine
Records say Columbia, but I'm so so man

I stay on my grind rakin' in that dough man
From records to movies now a TV show man
Anything given to me I'm gon' rep man
Big house, big cars, what u expect man?

Just to get a glimpse, girls breakin' they neck man
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the brake lane
Bow hot as ever, I ain't lost no step
Straight t-shirt, sneakers, I ain't tryin' to go prep

Like these lil' R& groups that need my help
Wish they had my style, wish they had my rep
But oh no, u'll never have it like me man
(Oh no)
And if u can't understand, this is what I'm sayin'

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

I got a spot in MIA to get away from the cold weather
Talk around town as if I'm wit Ciara
Bow fall off, nigga that'll be never
I'm rich, yea I'm rich, I can do whatever

I get a kick outta shuttin' suckas down in the parkin' lot
Especially when they tryin' to stunt, thinking they hot
All out the window talking loud, like they runnin' my block
That's when I come through
(Come through)
And all that stu'
(Stu')

And ain't another young'n keep it fresh like dis man
E'ry year, same time come wit them hits man
Tired of makin' girl fall out wit a kiss man
Well listen and u're stuck, music just like quicksand

Older people say that lil' young dude sick man
Young AI and we cool, thick man
Difference between me and u is u be Bricklin
And I ain't never, ever did that before, no

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

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Fresh Azimiz - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Fresh Azimiz
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

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Lyric:
When I was 8 I was rhymin' not back yard game playin'
Watchin' Snoop anxiously and waitin' for my chance man
Hot and cocky wit it ?cause I kno' that I am man
I'm goin' down in history like American Bandstand

I stay fresh to def like the neighborhood dope man
I stay on the top ?cause I keep comin' wit dope man
U steady watchin' stealin' but there ain't no hope man
U dealin' wit somethin' bigger than the US Open

And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like Fatlaces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready so that means I'm strokin'
If u pet me now'days girl a dawg is soakin'

Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
18 nigga makin' more than yo dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma outdo ?em
If u know somebody like that, pull up and say to ?em

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting' homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Now, now, now, now e'ry record that I make
I'm tryin' to get up out the store man
E'ry car I drive I'm tryin' have u sayin', ?Whoa man?
Fourth album comeback power like Rogaine
Records say Columbia, but I'm so so man

I stay on my grind rakin' in that dough man
From records to movies now a TV show man
Anything given to me I'm gon' rep man
Big house, big cars, what u expect man?

Just to get a glimpse, girls breakin' they neck man
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the brake lane
Bow hot as ever, I ain't lost no step
Straight t-shirt, sneakers, I ain't tryin' to go prep

Like these lil' R& groups that need my help
Wish they had my style, wish they had my rep
But oh no, u'll never have it like me man
(Oh no)
And if u can't understand, this is what I'm sayin'

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

I got a spot in MIA to get away from the cold weather
Talk around town as if I'm wit Ciara
Bow fall off, nigga that'll be never
I'm rich, yea I'm rich, I can do whatever

I get a kick outta shuttin' suckas down in the parkin' lot
Especially when they tryin' to stunt, thinking they hot
All out the window talking loud, like they runnin' my block
That's when I come through
(Come through)
And all that stu'
(Stu')

And ain't another young'n keep it fresh like dis man
E'ry year, same time come wit them hits man
Tired of makin' girl fall out wit a kiss man
Well listen and u're stuck, music just like quicksand

Older people say that lil' young dude sick man
Young AI and we cool, thick man
Difference between me and u is u be Bricklin
And I ain't never, ever did that before, no

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

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Tell ‘em I Said That - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Tell ‘em I Said That
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): C Harris, N Hill

Lyric:
For as long as I remember I've been tellin' y'all, man
To pull these nigga resume, you better check up on me, nigga

These niggas be lyin', man
These niggas ain't really kickin' this shit they be tellin' y'all, man
They wanna see y'all gettin' fucked up right there, man
Keep ya eyes on me, nigga
Don't believe what these niggas tell ya, man

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

He nigga lying every time you hear him rhymin'
He don't talk about they diamonds and how they be out there shinin'
For the rap, hey, we're trappin', tell y'all they be at their grind
And I know they ain't about that action, I'm tellin' ya I'm a ride 'em

They pro'lly try to come in the hood and sell weed
Think it's all good until they run into some real G's
Holla, tell us where it is and I promise we'll leave
Hesitate to say and boy, [Incomprehensible] we'll squeeze

Please pay attention to this part of the bull
One time got robbed, got shot, got shooked
Got a job, started rhymin', came up with a hook
Got a chain' and some tats, came up with a look

Went and made it here, ruckin' talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception, they never tough as they look
They some muthafucking suckers, put it on whatever
Any real nigga no better, man

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

You can't tell them niggas
Ain't surely gettin' caught with a nigga, gon' tell
Them nigga don't sell, this your G ain't gotta put it from a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough, just tell 'em, "Yeah"

You nigga just yell, pull the pistol, them nigga gon' bail
And if he got a pistol bet he don't spray it
They don't wanna go to jail
In there he know he'll be walkin' on shells
The gladiator school is you prepared?

I can see these niggas scared
Got a problem with me, nigga, just say it
We can play it how you wanna play it

Better go ahead, forty pistols be aimed at your head
All the way down and where you gon' lay
Jean really on the edge, Jean ain't under suspicion of the Feds
You just tellin' them you is instead

You never brought his head
What you get behind the mic and just said
The people already know I must say it, man

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

You damn right, these niggas don't have rights
To rap about the shit I did every night
Did you win every fight? You ever went to jail for sellin' white?
Made barbecue and trap the same night

You know these niggas lyin', right? I'm speakin' on it 'cause it ain't right
Nigga died, I survived by the nerve of my strife
Went to jail, came home twenty times, got it right
But still tryin' to keep for shootin' sucker niggas I don't like

'Cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike
This sucker get a deal, now he livin' so shy
The niggas outta sight, actin' hard, lyin' on their record
Know it when you see, you recognize it, don't respect it

Got every right to check 'em when you see 'em in your city
Run up on 'em and try 'em, bet you see that they're some bitches
Niggas tell you what they want you to hear
Don't tell me, real recognize real, eventually they'll see

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

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You Ain'T Mad Iz Ya? - Lyrics - La'Chat

Title: You Ain'T Mad Iz Ya?
Artist: La'Chat
Composer(s): Paul D Beauregard, C Daniels, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

You petty niggas get the fuck on, you got nothin' on us Jones
You flodgin' like you on just because you got a cell phone
You need to come on down man, you think that I am so lame
I worked out with them fifteens and I'm ridin' on them chrome thangs

So what the fuck's that tellin' you, I'm a ballerhollic too
Always fresh as hell with them twelve gold, grillin' fool
When you see me in the club, I be checkin' out the thugs
Scopin' out from head to toe, lookin' for a baller ho

Wanna holla at me, you gotta drop off that cheese
I'm lookin' for some real G's, I'm so damn money hungry
I'm hot off all you niggas, I'm mad about my figures
I got no time for playin' games, I'm fucked up on that liquor

So ain't no need in stallin' I see you over there ballin'
You kickin' it with yo dog and the shots I here you callin'
I need to holla at cha' my nig I gots to get cha'
Ain't worried about a damn thang 'cause I know I'm gonna sweat cha'

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

No chicken head get no respect trick
And these cowards get a classic playa pluckin' on 'em
I be's 'bout paper, I be's 'bout green
I be some where workin' with a triple beam

Gettin' my freak on, keepin' my mouth strong
Off in somebody's hood with a big tone
Sometimes man, it's dangerous life that
Bang yo baby mama, now he hate that

Don't get mad, dog used to be man
Supplyin' broads with the cheese off ya work man
Table dances, tricks and trances
Big ol' pimps breakin' wenches through romances

Dances with wolves, lil' red ridin'
I'm on the prowl, wow, don't be hidin'
I'll be findin' where that hot spot
Get that thang wet, make that thang pop

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

You see I be up on these niggas, I'm tryin' to see
Can he fulfill my needs and give me cheese?
Shit a bitch that want cho' pockets, I'm checkin' wallets
ATM, yo check book whatever you call it

I'm a mack, I spit my pimpin' and get chu' hooked
You shouldn't have looked 'cause once you look, you gon' get took
Be out the frame, I'm runnin' thangs
It ain't no doubt, I'll take yo check

And with respect, I'll put chu' out
I'll break you down, you say you pimp
You gon' get ganked, I got chu' mean
Mean whipped withdraws out from yo bank

You super trickin' and then you lickin'
I let it be known it ain't no stickin'
You say you hittin' man I be trippin' all the time
I know the biz, you think you slick, you tell yo friends

That chu' be in, ain't that some shit
I need that fetti, that ghetty, ghetty
Man, I be yetty, you gon' let me
This shit is hectic, you shouldn't have met me

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers
...

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Say Round - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Say Round
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Deshawn Johnson, Torence Hatch, J Reed

Lyric:
Say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say

Due to the situation politican codes
Let the hoes move the loads and watch y'all rose
Man, dat joensin' shit old and you real important
So no talkin' bout the murders, money launder, extortion

The feds stay in the area, they watchin' my home
Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone
Say Webbie I know that fetti got you wit a fat belly
But yo thinkin' cap gotta stay on and stay ready

The game ain't the same, I'm bobbin' and weavin'
Please explain why this snitch still breathin'?
Say Boosie you know better than to fuck wit that nigga
He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller

We professionals now, young entrepreneurs
So you know them fuck feds out to do us
Conspiracy a muthafucka, my nigga so walk light
And talk right 'cause one indictment get ya 20 to life

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say

Say Big Head I gotta hit ya right back
They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tap
He got dat syrup and dat work man who tellin' dat?
Switch dat purple up to that orange now they sippin' dat

Echo's on my phone like a parrot on my fuckin' shoulder
Want somethin', it's face to face, try somethin' it's K for K
The white jeep cross the street that's them fuckin' feds
How you know? 'Cuz when I look at him he duck his head

They want Ivy Honor, Tarlasia, and Tootie all scared
My family fuck around, lose me, it's gone be welfare
So lil' daddy I'mma hit you up later
They ridin' wit LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator

They know I'm after this paper so they after my azz
30 G's up in the airport, they call in the task
They say you love to ride wit no legs, no, I love to get head
You gone be dead just like Ivan, fuck you fed, bitch
(Can ya hear me now?)

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?

Say savage you got work?
Yeah, white as yo t-shirt playa
Well, I been hittin' yo phone, all I'm gettin' is the voice mail
I got anotha numba cat, you undercover rat?

Playin' like dat a have a nigga doin' a hundred flat
I'm constantly stackin' because I wanna live lavish man
I'm good wit this white because I know life's about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man

They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight to the boulevard, I work it and work it hard
Robbers and murderers, I serve 'em straight through the burglar bars
I fuck wit them Trill boys, don't fuck wit nobody else
'Cause I know I'mma take my charge and I ain't gone tell on myself

Hoe niggas come to my door for the scope, it ain't nothin' happenin'
'Cause nigga's a rat on ya up in court and don't even care
I'm a lil' nigga that a make a hundred bricks disappear
A muthafuckin' gangsta, hold up
(Can ya hear me now?)

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?

I can't talk now, this ain't the time or the place
The block hot like grits, ain't tryin' to catch a case
My nigga just got ten in a for real way
And them bitches know who I am 'cause what my grill say

So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face
You see this Cingular gone, have a nigga upstate
And if I'm upstate how the fuck I'mma make cake
Oh you ain't hung 'em yet, you must be workin' for them snakes

You know every hood got snitches, bumpin' gums like bitches
So they won't have to live behind them fences
Sleepin' on hard bunks, pumpin' iron on them benches
Niggas tryin' to get wit ya, you gone hook or get ya issue

But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep
If you want them M&M's, meet me on ya momma street
Don't forget to keep yo eyes open
That cable ain't hookin' nothin' up but cameras and they scopin'

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me?
Say, say, say

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Any Questions - Lyrics - The Benzino Project - Benzino

Title: Any Questions
Album: The Benzino Project
Artist: Benzino
Composer(s): Raymond Scott, Jeffrey Neal, John Bynoe, Robert Ross, Brett Williams

Lyric:
Yeah baby, it's time to pump the bottle, baby
Yeah, can you take to the re-rub off my shit?
Yeah, Hangmen 3

All y'all done it, all y'all funny
Shit can get ugly
One man summit, always blunted
Haters most wanted

I live it, y'all flaunt it
(Any questions)
Deep dish twenty
Y'all too friendly
My shit trendy

You really wanna know
Long time coming, long time hustling
It's all my money
House, cars, it's all mine, cousin

My life sumthin', y'all like frontin'
(Any questions)
Fuck that dump shit, if my gun click all y'all run quick
Y'all just talkin', Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hidin'
Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'?
The body mask wore '85, all solid
It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like it's call-ed

I floss a lot black and get to Boston, I'm hot
Actin' like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot
Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx
I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing

Go ahead dog, sleepin'? I'm a steal ya plate
Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate
More ya to none, beef, might borrow ya guns
I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun

Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa when ya play that
I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that
Bad Boy, Made Mens and high livin'
I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches
The middle finger's up to all my critics
Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures
I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches

Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me
Won't see me at the Grammy's
My team stunnin', the high beams are comin'
Doors flyin' open, my team start thumpin'

Leave your boys crawlin', who got your back? Call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standin', you the first one leavin'
The first one bleedin', now who the one breathin'?

95 south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys
Made Men live at the Apollo

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

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I Ain'T Havin' That - Lyrics - Heltah Skeltah

Title: I Ain'T Havin' That
Artist: Heltah Skeltah
Composer(s): Jahmal Bush, Ronnie Duren, Kamaal Fareed, Jack N Mcnair, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Reggie Noble, Sean Du Val Price, Erick Sermon, Malik Izaak Taylor

Lyric:
They don't like us
Word up
They don't like us
They ain't gotta like us fuck them son

Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin' this
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness

(Now, by all means)
I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit b'out it 'bout it Mystikal
(Starang, we been missin' you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical

I can't talk, now, read about it in the interview
(While y'all up in D&D)
I caught two and three stitches
I was still gettin' bitches in the tunnel takin' pictures
In the mazda listenin' to 'Kris, I Got Next'
I wanted hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

Aiyo, shit goes down
Time to throw down, show up this a showdown
So, down low, now, I'm low down
Hold down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town first go round

Yo smile'll quickly be switched, bitch, and you'll frown
When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out
Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word
Shut the fuck up, probably cryin' hold down

Tired of punk asses, takin' shit for a joke
Now, watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door
Act like you know now
We could be so foul, shake your hand, run up in ya bitch, no doubt

I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that

Shit, yo' game be asses, I got two passes to the Baja
Then turn into night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege
I ain't got to brag because I did it
Run before the rap when I was scrappin'

On these motherfuckin' mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin'
I ain't got to front, I make it happen
Strictly snappin' necks, strictly macs and techs
Head all night over, deuce, deuce, the feds

Yo, matter fact, here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin'
First of all there won't be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I ain't havin' no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why? Why?
(Why?)

Why ask? Why say goodbye to mister nice guy? Say hi to the bad guy
Four horsemen head the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of human torch, man, this shit scorchin'

Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my shit a make your teeth hurt
Word is bond Jovi B you wildin'
My dick don't stay out, my high stop ridin'
(My dick)

Son, niggaz tryin' ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Run up in the piece think you gone dead that fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

U.S. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
We could take it ol' school at 3, meet me in the back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Yo, yo, where ya at?
To all my peoples Hennessey passed off
Give a toast to my whole MFC
While you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation

Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town thinking
When I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my niggas to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We miss you, stick a niggas roll and his fool clique
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull

U.S. Marshall and your little, whittle, when left is caught up on my pillow
Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' fag
MFC keep it cookin'
(Keep it cookin')

We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central Brooklyn
Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, bust the sha sha
Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door
(Now, we blow the spot)

Armed and dedicated semi under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin' the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't havin' that)

I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that

You don't got no wins in mi casa
My shit's proper, you still suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I still fire from helicopters
Watch the birdie, I heard him tell the tale to the coppers

Clock ya comin' from the precinct singin' operas
Met you at ya crib from the blind side, I dropped ya
Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa

Yo, live niggaz on the wall, write that smoke, crack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you back fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin that)

Y'all niggaz think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
And if you niggaz owe me dough, besta get my trap, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, you know they can't stand me
'Cuz my crew pack heat like Miami
Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's
They be killin' me, how they willingly be grillin' me

'Cuz they shorty wop just be feelin' me
Could it be my name or my big gold chain?
Now, when we in the airport on our way to soul train
I got niggaz on the West coast
(West side)

That meet me at the airport, carryin' weed in they trench coats
In business class, eatin' French toast and coffee
Tell the stewardess to back up off me we on y'all
Warned ya but y'all still couldn't wait for the all-time great
William H. word up

And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, don't fuck her raw, here's a jimmy hat, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Here's a tic-tac, your breath smell like ass crack, fuck that

And when you know that when you're MFC, you're MFC for life
98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday

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