Bounce With Me - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bounce With Me
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I fuck with them junkies, killers and car jackers
Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em
Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas
Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers

If you're ballin', then ball you're shinin', keep shinin'
You're grindin' at the top when you get out, man, keep grindin'
See me, B.G., original H.B.
Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police

I keep it real with the real, that's all I know, nigga
Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga
Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga
They witnessed me slingin' that llello, my nigga

Had work and I knew it, I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up, they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
I do 'cause I wanna bling, I wanna bling bling

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

I'm on probation, got me, I can't smoke no blunts
A dirty urine 'll have me baggin' up thirty-six months
Just touched down, so I gots to lay low and be cool
But I keep that heat with me because these niggas is fools

I do this for my street niggas, my thugged out
Go and drop off a ki niggas, stackin' that cheese niggas
Straight 'bout beef niggas
Dressin' in black shootin' up the whole street niggas

This is for my niggas
I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug
Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs
So my thoughts is fucked up, I'm on some other shit

Like if I can't get you I kidnap your mother shit
Or duct tape your brother shit, and turn yourself in
Turn on the weed eater and swept him 'til I get my N's
I've been affiliated with killers all my life
That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

It's on if it's on, I'll ride or die, don't give a fuck
Drama, I love it, I'm trigga happy, can't get enough
The streets is my home, that's all I know
I hustle to beat ya outshinin', drive off the showroom floor

Baby, Beatrice, my nigga, Bryan and Bubba
Taught me how to rep taught me how to be a lil' stunna
He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on
Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on

Gotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ring
It's the year 2G, a nigga like me gotta have things
Ain't no nigga gon' cross me 'cause I'm made
No busta gon' stop my bounce or attempt to stop my bling

If you really try me then I bring out my choppy
'Cause I know if I hold 'em right then that nigga got me
From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty 'round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga

From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga
From the east, the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, nigga

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

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Bang It Up - Lyrics - Ciara: The Evolution - Ciara

Title: Bang It Up
Album: Ciara: The Evolution
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, C. Harris, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
C I A R A
C I A R A
C I A R A
C I A R A

I feel it, it?s in me tonight
I see this tonight, I?m a borderline
I see him, he?s walking out
He gives me the eye, and he?s a thug

What?s the deal, I?m 21
I?m [Incomprehensible], and I?m free to run
That?s the one I met this morning
Pulling me to the floor wanna get to know me

I?m ready to have fun, let's bang the thing up
But you gotta be prepared to get your weight up
See I?m at the train since I came up
In the ATL is where it came from

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

Wait a minute, no, he didn?t
Ya?ll the DJ tried to slow it up
Oh, my bad, he didn?t
All he did was erra switched it up

See it, now you see that
'Cause this burn up will start acting up
Ya?ll might let me start showing my signs
Ain?t nobody here seen my fun

I?m ready to have fun, let's bang the thing up
But you gotta be prepared to get your weight up
See I?m at the train since I came up
In the ATL is where it came from

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

I see you riding that butt acting like you are
Never seen me before, gonna like it, you know it don?t ya
They said you wanna know, what's taking me so long
Since you?ve been patient, boy, you got the right to hold

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown now you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

And you know you got it
Say you act upon it
Bring it on you, bang it
Say you act upon it

Bang it, bang it, bang it up
Bang it, bang it, bang it up
Bang it, bang it, bang it up
Bang it, bang it, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
...

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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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Hands Up - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Hands Up
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): T Crawford, Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Christopher Charle Lloyd, P Pits

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Lyric:
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl s***in' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a n** to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherf***er be

I'm a rap star who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the g** ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma

And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
I'm a b******
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic

'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one, keep your g** and get your a** hit, that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same n****s you used to party with

Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip
New r*** gonna hit thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip, follow rules or get whip
N**** move or get hit, I don't care who's on the strip

It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by them p*****
I'm the news out the bricks n**** who's hot as this

I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I f*** the drool outta chick
My n****z ice grill, but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like

Ooh, when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular s***, the everyday mentality
They charged up, don't make me put in the battery

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

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You Came Up - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: You Came Up
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Christopher Rios, Victor Santiago, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Yo, what the deal baby? I see ya, awight?
Still not a player but you still a hater
Pun hater, where my horns at?
Where my horns? That's right

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Ay yo, my word is born, long as I'm alive, I'ma put it on
Could'a gone to gee shit, thug nigga, till I'm gone
Where to Bronx I'm flippin', five boroughs thoroughly reppin'
Let's unite the city and step to the world as a weapon

'Cuz everybody's checkin' for Pun, second to none
'Cuz Latins going platinum was destined to come
The inevitable, heavenly better than whatever you do
We eligible, GS's incredibly credible

For the revenue we getting', you open with lyrical dope
And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose
And it never quits, take it from TS's top terrorist
Rapper slash hijacker bombin' tracks ever since

I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun
It wasn't always this fun, ay yo, I rose from the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few but I ain't sayin' who
Stayin' true to the game, no names, playin' it cool, just me and the crew

Holdin' it down long as we 'round
We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey the Clown
Goin' down like Pac ready to ride or die nigga
La da la la la la la la

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Ay yo ain't nothin' changed, I'm still the same
The way you remembered me since the centipede
Harder, big blacker back in the seventies
Try to remember me from my aggressive will
The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal

I used to chill on the block with Cuban and Seis
I'm still do but now it's in the blue convertible eight fifty
My true niggaz will always be with me
The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to dis me

'Cuz I'm rispy crispy for life, sixties the price
Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice
Niggaz is shiest but I psyche 'em out though they like to doubt
I make them all believers once I let the Tyson out

'Cuz I can vouch for only a few, only the crew
From the old school I consider loyally true
I'm morally rude from a fool to a scholar
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotta that's cool for a dollar

I wanna holla at my peeps that's reppin' the streets
Wrestlin' the beast of chest restin' in peace
Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us 'til I die
I'll align the souls of mine and shine for all of us

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

[Incomprehensible]
For ma thug niggas, thug niggas, thug niggas

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Cuttin' (Remix) - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Cuttin' (Remix)
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

I keep that purple stuff, in my cup
Diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin' bucks
I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up

Twenty-fo's when I roll up
Purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up
You claim a set then throw it up

Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk

Mike Jones and I'm on the rise
Eighty-four's pokin' out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied
My name alone can't be denied

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You know me, I'm 'bout that paper
No time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators
'Cause Mike Jones a paper chaser

A hater I will erase
If he come trippin' to my face
Back then look in my do'
I was flippin' yapes for the papes

I swang from lane to lane
With one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup
Sippin' that purple stuff

H-Town, Houston Texas
We jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on
When I show my princess cuts

'Cause I used to hustle hard on my block
Laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin' to stack a knot
Seven months later name got hot

Now I'm fin' to take it to the top
I'ma run this shit when my album drop
All you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

I come through on all four's
Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows
I got friends but mainly foes

I got candy color on butter non-stoppers
I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I'm a hustler
That came up, from a struggle

I hustle from noon to night
When I step in a room you see ice
I'm on my grind puttin' it down
So I can live my life right

I stay on the scene, lookin' clean
24's roll while I'm droppin' screens
Befo' I got a major deal
I was underground stackin' green

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

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Cuttin' - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Cuttin'
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

I keep that purple stuff, in my cup
Diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin' bucks
I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up

Twenty-fo's when I roll up
Purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up
You claim a set then throw it up

Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk

Mike Jones and I'm on the rise
Eighty-four's pokin' out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied
My name alone can't be denied

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You know me, I'm 'bout that paper
No time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators
'Cause Mike Jones a paper chaser

A hater I will erase
If he come trippin' to my face
Back then look in my do'
I was flippin' yapes for the papes

I swang from lane to lane
With one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup
Sippin' that purple stuff

H-Town, Houston Texas
We jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on
When I show my princess cuts

'Cause I used to hustle hard on my block
Laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin' to stack a knot
Seven months later name got hot

Now I'm fin' to take it to the top
I'ma run this shit when my album drop
All you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

I come through on all four's
Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows
I got friends but mainly foes

I got candy color on butter non-stoppers
I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I'm a hustler
That came up, from a struggle

I hustle from noon to night
When I step in a room you see ice
I'm on my grind puttin' it down
So I can live my life right

I stay on the scene, lookin' clean
24's roll while I'm droppin' screens
Befo' I got a major deal
I was underground stackin' green

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

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The Carnage - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: The Carnage
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): M Carter, Keith Murray, H Pierre

Lyric:
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Yo the streets is hungry - word
Its time to eat most definitely
Grab ya plate
Get ya knifes and ya forks yea
Keith Murray Get ready

Yo as I look out at the high rise
And right about my life into the sunrise
Lookin' at the smoke where the twin towers stood
Forty blocks away forty stories high I could see it good
But we been at war and under attack
We got P.O.W.s fightin' to get back in jail
And these affected by the poverty war
We pack gats frontline and will endure
I go to bed with god and wake up with the devil
In a battle I blacked out and beat a man with a shovel
Its obligatory that you hear my side of the story
He had the face a fear, shakin' like a leaf on a tree
You just another potential casualty
This is a walkin' corpse song and the beat is your conspiracy theory
And the time is getting more scary
So pack when necessary and say your L.O.D. Hail Marys

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Yo I'm eye of a tiger inside the head of a liar
Give 'em pure hell brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by connoisseur
From the lyrical lexicon matador of metaphor
Yo from the little voice in my conscience
I might just leave your fuckin' ass unconscious
Yea I seen you wit with that smirk on
You little fuckin' clown I turn that smile into an upside down frown
Produce chaos in the culture of the enemy
You will never posses the skills to defeat me
I be the all eye seein' you hear it sporadic
I rhyme at will be on your ass automatic
With thoughts of power I rain thunder showers
I eat a lot of brain food and you'll get devoured
Man hunt chase of the night stalker off da leash walker
My dog is a fire barker

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Yo from the instinctual coming of the insect
To the mind of a genius and the heart of a prophet
To them bootlegged niggas and the chicks that cop it
Ask anyone they know how the fuck drop it
And coastin' constant motion essential
With fusion nuclear potential
You hear a cold whisper you see da mask of a phantom acts wailin'
Deranged assailant
I tame the rage, isolate, chase and kill my prey
Walk the lion outta da cage
And that's a part of life or should I say death
Reach in your mouth snatch out ya very last breath
Searchin' my subconscious for the meaning
I'm sweatin' blood bullets cause my whole world is bleedin'
Ooh now check how I come at you
I will eat you defeat you I'm parasitical

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake

There's no where you can run
No way to hide
The world is a cage and we all locked inside
So you might as well fight to survive
Yea yea

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In The Club - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: In The Club
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Dwight Grant

Lyric:
I'm back at the club with a snub, twistin up dubs
Sippin on Crist', bout to snatch your bitch
You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm
See my click, what the fuck man we rich
When we step in the spot, performin or not
You know what went down, man we shut shit down
From the cars outside you can tell we there
When the bar's sold out and aint no Belvedere
No crowd control and the cops is scared
You know, the, the Roc, the Roc was here
Catch Mac V.I.P., section of the place
With the weapon on his waist, weight, two steppin to the base
I don't dance, I just move the crowd
And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd
Only play the club dog if the music loud
Just boots, strictly airs, no shoes allowed, what

You know how it get in the club
We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high

Beanie Sigs baby, y'all can't touch the boy
Everytime I hit the club people rush the door
Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores
Niggas ice grillin like they wanna touch the floor
All that when Mac perform
*Who The Fuck Want What*, man they buck when that come on
Bitches givin up butt when Mac perform
Everybody hands up when that track come on
Roll up nigga let's get on
You know how we do, bitches in them see through dresses on
Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops
Til they touchin, have 'em touchin, other women's spots
Late night, club night, you know what Mac like
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
All night menagie trois, who came to get ride, who came to get high
What the fuck, uh

You know how it get in the club
We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high

Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me
Just boots, jean suits, no mix on me
Bandannas, really liks on me
Alright maybe a watch, of course rock, what you think on me?
Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek
Beef? C'mon dog who you think gon bleed
Not Mac, never slip in the club
4/5Th in the club, told y'all never slip in the club
Niggas hit like shit, how that get in the club
You think I'm playin when I'm sayin shit'll drip in the club?
Man I come to turn out the show, turn out a hoe
Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro
Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough
Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know
Back the fuck up dog or the rounds'll blow
Man a thug in the club, y'all know how it go, shit

You know how it get in the club
We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high

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Pass Out - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Pass Out
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Khari Cain

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Lyric:
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

Hey hey, it's Luda Luda get it right, I'm Mr. Money Machine
And I'm steady, lookin' for two women I can come in between
You can catch me chillin' up in the cut, but I'm always ready for action
I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like we be Jackson

Maxin' and relaxin', haters, do they really wanna test me man?
I got an arsenal waitin', do they really wanna catch me man?
No I don't think so
I've got killers on the payroll, if there's a problem then say so
I make dough until there's none left

I run with plenty gangs that's holdin' thangs
And rearrange your frame in one breath
So to keep on breathin' I suggest you take this beatin'
'Tis the season for bleedin' and we've been lookin' for a reason

If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

Hey hey, come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash
You know me, my whole car smell like a woodshop class
I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth
Plus you and your friends
Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010

So I'm flockin' 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin' again
Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin
And I'm clockin' these ends, my record sales are blockin' 'em in
Gotta thank those blessed to walk
The streets to those that's locked in the pen

My entourage is game faces, mean muggin', mean muggin'
Now the media is convinced that we thuggin', we thuggin'
Momma told me, grow up to be somethin', be somethin'
I went diamond with this album so we buckin', we buckin'

If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

I'm so far ahead, it's only right for you to hate on me mayne
When I'm pushin' 90 by myself, up in the H.O.B. lane
They tryin' to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane
Bein' one of the few rappers responsible for changin' the game

Now desperate artists tryin' to sue but they just makin' some claims
Can't get in the spotlight for nothin' and it just makes 'em insane
That's why some of the niggas resort right back to bakin' that 'caine
And sellin' it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin' they brain

As they grow older they'll be feelin' a lot of achin' and pain
So right at the head they might as well just be aimin' that thang
And you ain't helpin' the process out by always cakin' these dames
But it is hard givin' up the place where they be shakin' they thangs

If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out
So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up
If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up

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Real Party (Trevon'S Birthday) - Lyrics - Mary Mary - Mary Mary

Title: Real Party (Trevon'S Birthday)
Album: Mary Mary
Artist: Mary Mary
Composer(s): Warryn S Ii Campbell, Erica Monique Campbell, Trecina Campbell

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Lyric:
Somebody up in here tonight needs a breakthrough
And you came here looking
Expecting for something to happen for you
Well, I came to let you know that if you

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

Don't you know you've got the victory
Don't you know you've got the victory
Don't you know you've got the victory
Don't you know you've got the victory

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Everybody say, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Everybody say, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

I came to lift him higher
You've come to lift him higher
I came to lift him higher
You've come to lift him higher

Higher, I came to lift him
Higher, I came to lift him
Higher, I came to lift him
Higher, I came to lift him

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you

Put your hands together, get up outta your seat
Let me see you clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Let me hear you say oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Everybody now oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Don't you know you've got the victory
Don't you know you've got the victory
Don't you know you've got the victory
Don't you know you've got the victory

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

Get your shout and your dance, make some noise
Move your feet and your hands
While you've got a chance you oughta get up
And give God all you can

Now let the people say, Hallelujah
Everybody say, Hallelujah
Let the people say, Hallelujah
All the people say, Hallelujah

Everybody say, Hallelujah
Let the people say, Hallelujah
All the people say, Hallelujah
Everybody say, Hallelujah

Happy birthday to you, cha, cha, cha
Happy birthday to you, oh
Happy birthday dear Trevon
Happy birthday to you

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I Came To Bring The Pain - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: I Came To Bring The Pain
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Robert F Diggs, Taheed Epps, Wesley Weston, S Garrett, Oscar Salinas, Clifford Smith, Tity Boi, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain, pain
I, I came to bring the pain
I came to, I, I came to bring the pain
I came to, I, I came to, I came to

I came to bring the pain, nigga
And I came to bust them thangs, nigga
The night'll rearrange your frame, nigga
You scared nigga, you scared nigga, one more time

I came to bring the pain, nigga
And I came to change the game, nigga
The night'll rearrange your frame, nigga
You scared nigga, you scared nigga

Get out my face, get out my face, 'cause you's a hoe, hoe
You talk behind my back, back but I know, know
I pack a 4-4, nigga and I bust, bust
And I ain't leavin' this bitch in handcuffs, cuffs

You better put your hands up, get them little budget
Then wrap your fans up but you still won't catch up
'Cause I'm connected on the East, I'm connected on the West
I ain't sayin' I'm the best but I feel like I'm blessed

I got thirty on my neck and twenty in my mouth
But if I feel disrespected, I'ma call your ass out
They gonna haul your ass out, now you cryin' like a bitch
I told you not to fuck with the Screwed Up Clique

I came to bring the pain, nigga
And I came to bust them thangs, nigga
The night'll rearrange your frame, nigga
You scared nigga, you scared nigga, one more time

I came to bring the pain, nigga
And I came to change the game, nigga
The night'll rearrange your frame, nigga
You scared nigga, you scared nigga

Bring the pain, hardcore, sellin' cane, sun, snow, water, rain
Shorty, I will flip this stuff until the task force came
Tried to rearrange the game, tried to bang, suck at slangin'
I got this new slang, I had to switch it up

Wrap a pimp cursin' on the track, the mac will leave you on your back
Strap will leave you with a gap, stop smilin'
Glances you see visions of the past, you see niggaz with masks
Up in cars with no tags when we ballin'

I'm from the apartments, started with all of it
Different day, same clip, so close, I can't miss
Titty, Flip and Ludacris got bricks, roosters, chicks
Snatchin' bread then we dip, it's South Side represent

Now the clique is called D.T.P., so get your crew right
We peer pressure fools, even Dudley don't Do-Right
So go on your city, it's a South rebellion
We puttin' foots in your asses, how we speak Australian

I'm trained in the art of whoop ass, check my accolades
Got a knife and I'm givin' out free after shaves
Plus a new actin' gig, take a look at the clip
It's called one up in the chamber and four on the hip

I snatch your girls in the club and use them as throat throttles
Then you'll get hit with fifteen mini Mo' bottles
Got Glocks for your stocks and that thang for your chains
And mutual guns for your mutual funds, man

Here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go
Here we go, you scared, nigga

I came to bring the pain, nigga
And I came to bust them thangs, nigga
The night'll rearrange your frame, nigga
You scared nigga, you scared nigga, one more time

I came to bring the pain, nigga
And I came to change the game, nigga
The night'll rearrange your frame, nigga
You scared nigga, you scared nigga

I came to, I, I came to bring the pain
I came to, I, I came to, I came to, here we go
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go
I came to bring the pain, I, I came to bring the pain, pain, pain, pain

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Rags 2 Riches - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Rags 2 Riches
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): William Gibbs, Wesley Eric Weston, Oscar Salinas, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
It was all a dream
We finally made it
From point A to point B
And we came from

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Me and Will Lean came up from rags 2 riches
(What?)

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
When clover G's pull up we got the baddest bitches
Yep

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Me and Will Lean came up from rags 2 riches
(What?)

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
When clover G's pull up we got the baddest bitches
Yep

I push drop top, I push a mazarratti
I got five screens in my black denali
You know the ladies love us, you know the niggas hate us
We learned to make the money, don't let the money make us

We can't fuck with you fakers, we keep a gat for jackers
Them shots will hit your ass, harder than a linebacker
I got a chip on my shoulder, I got three clips in my holster
Let's get it on nigga before I split your dome nigga

I'm nominated this year, we need a Grammy nigga
I'm at the Source Awards down in Miami nigga
I used to be broke, now we paid in full
We back to back, back to back like the Chicago Bulls

We came a long way, you shouldn't have made a left
When we made a right, you went the wrong way
Now we comin' up, y'all niggas goin' broke
We got our own weed, y'all still borrowin' smoke

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Me and Will Lean came up from rags 2 riches
(What?)

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
When clover G's pull up we got the baddest bitches
Yep

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Me and Will Lean came up from rags 2 riches
(What?)

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
When clover G's pull up we got the baddest bitches
Yep

I fuck with bad hoes, you already know
I got three chicks in Pensacola and two in Mehico
And we thuggin', rollin' on dubs
I can't quit like snoop, we smokin' our bud

Nigga you not hard, you just a pop star
You sweet in the middle, you remind me of a pop tart
You had a head start but you in last place
That's what you niggas get for movin' at a fast pace

We number one for reela, just fire up the killa
And if you want a show, just wire us the scrilla
We came to bring the pain and y'all need baling to chain
Would'a bought the watch, we got special rocks

'Cause we got extra glocks with a few extra shots
When I reflect the that, you get extra knocks
We got Lexus drops, our paper never stops
Colver G's on top and we extra hot

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Me and Will Lean came up from rags 2 riches
(What?)

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
(What?)
When clover G's pull up we got the baddest bitches
Yep

Rags 2 riches
(What?)
Rags 2 riches
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Me and Will Lean came up from rags 2 riches
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Rags 2 riches
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Rags 2 riches
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When clover G's pull up we got the baddest bitches
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Stomp - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Stomp
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Andrews Young Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Wun, y'all done fucked up now
Oh, shit, 'Ryde Or Die', nigga

It's Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon' do, boy?
You betta sit down, boy, we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat

Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, lil' bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get [unverified], no problem, Barry

You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, it's a three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back to the block with a gat

Standing out in the track with a bumma hard
Bumming weed into the sack
Nigga, let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head

Baby 'cause I be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few [unverified]
Be borrowing from the police, never wanna follow
And parlor and it ain't no stopping it
(That's shit)
Y'all niggas from [unverified], ain't locking it

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Look, I'm slipping right behind ya, nigga
Don't try to hide 'cause I'll find ya, nigga
I'm representing Big County, nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas

Don't eva try me, nigga
Don't try to run no bullshit like that [unverified], nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this, I gots two for this
I'll tear yo' mammy and your crew plus you for this

Them Daddy dollars, y'all, my shit harder, dog
I'm from the city of Caprice and them parlors, y'all
I'ma go and kill this, nigga, kiss above this realest, nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar
And now you feel this, nigga

The respect you gotta give us
'Slip-N-Slide' and Ruff Ryders, nigga
And all yo' money can't buy this nigga
My ecstasy got me wyling, nigga
I'm twice that body, nigga
About 100 miles an hour, nigga

Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, ball out

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Wait a minute, goddammit, y'all done fucked up now
Y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representing from the South
In a glass [unverified]

This man got cash in mind on the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talking 'bout Yung Wun's a bitch
(Man)
That DS Cliq, I'ma 'bout to pitch a fucking fit
And start blowing this bitch

What you think my gun bust ice, Wun?
Down in Georgia, six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered, boy, where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved by getting robbed

Causing tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses, get beside theyself
And suffocate from plastic
Face down on a mattress

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

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You Don'T Know Me - Lyrics - Good Side Bad Side - Master P

Title: You Don'T Know Me
Album: Good Side Bad Side
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Skip Scarborough, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Yo what you trippin' on?
Didn't I tell you it's gonna be alright?
I ain't came up on somethin' Shorty
And I got you

Shorty keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Shorty keep your head up

Just listen, I seen you in school Shorty
What's to do Shorty? You know I'm out here thuggin'
But what's up wit me and you shorty? You need me I'm on the 3way
I'm in the hood thuggin' wit my homie down mean E Jay
What you say he ain't treating you right? Wuzzup baby girl
You need a thug in your life, Shorty keep your head up and
I'ma be there when you need me girl even when you fed up

And I ain't tryin' to boost you up or shoot you up
But if you was money you'll be a million bucks
Just be there when I need ya and if ya hungry I'ma feed ya
That's why them other girls wanna be ya
And girl you shouldn't settle for less settle for that you a queen
And you deserve the best I know you don't know me
I 'member what you told me, "And I like the way you hold me"

Shorty keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Shorty keep your head up
Even when you fed up

I know you shocked and really ain't into meetin' new guys
Think we all the same good for tellin' you lies
But I can understand that I peep a frown it's on your face
When I ask you, "Where you men at?" But I ain't really tryin'
To invade your space your heart been shelter all over the place
And you used to be a bright girl now world is death
Got an attitude which you hadn't heard of him I'ma P.I.M.P

But I'll treat you right did I simpler girl never I had to say it was tight
When I was broke on the block you was there for me
See you can cut through loose you don't compare to me
'Cuz see I'm from the heart I just ranned out of lies
I don't wanna be the reason tears run from your eyes
Think I'm 2 G'ed up for my feelings to show?
Well go right ahead keep thinkin' you know, you was wrong about me

Shorty keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Shorty keep your head up
Even when you fed up

Yo' ma I'm always seen you around but lately seem somethin
Keepin' you down and they say your X so abusive
You don't play sports how you get those bruises?
To be honest the dude is useless, let me take you out the hood
We can do this you to cute to be seatin' on the bench
You can start on my team ma come and represent and
I can treat you better than that looser ever did
Because you don't deserve the type of stress that he give

I know I'm young but I can treat you right and if he trippin'
Then you need to be with me tonight and baby he don't have
An ounce of respect for you that's why I think is gangsta
How you backed off and left the dude? Shorty age ain't nothin'
But a number, if you need to get away take the Benz or the Hummer
And you say I don't know enough about you but I just can't
See myself being without you, yeah

Shorty keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Shorty keep your head up
Even when you fed up

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