Z - All I Need - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - All I Need
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Donn T Carter, Shawn Carter, Roosevelt Harrell, Anderso

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Lyric:
It's the Roc! Woo!
My gear is right
(Check)
My bucket is low
(Check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredible
Fuck it

I guess I got my swagger back
Mama that said I killed her man
Well I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards we are back!

In the heezy
Jiggaman, B.Sieg to M-Easy
(What up fam?)
Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy
(Holla)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!

All I need is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all I need is a chick to hold a jimmy like
Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, uhh

Now understands we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30
(What up?)

Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me
Better watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better
I burn cheddar

I set fire to your empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I ah, Jay I ah
Double G A livewire nigga holla back

All I need
Rocawear
(Check)
Nike Airs
(Check)
Mean bucket
(Uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets
(Yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need
That new coupe
(Got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot
(Got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way
C'mon now

All I need in this world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend
I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe
(Woo!)

Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case
(Uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
You wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script

Now all I need is a high priced lawyer
'Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue

In this time and age, 'cuz real muhfuckas'll do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muthafuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret 'cuz the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin' true

All I need
Rocawear
(Check)
Nike Airs
(Check)
Mean bucket
(Uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets
(Yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need
That new coupe
(Got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot
(Got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way

Listen
The cream too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on
(See ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone
(Bye bye)

The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on them self like Willy Beaman
Any given Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul to Soul

(However do you want it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick and it's that quick

Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, three classics
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers

All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at 'Mash' for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps

We've got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R O C baby

All I need
Rocawear
(Check)
Nike Airs
(Check)
Mean bucket
(Uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets
(Yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need
That new coupe
(Got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot
(Got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way

Listen
All I need
Rocafella Records
Freeway
Oskino and Sparks
Chris and Neef

All I need
Mickey and Mallory
Broad Street Bully
M-extra Money, ha
Young!

All I need
H to the Izzo
Clue!
Rell
Uh huh yeah, yeah
All I need

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Z - In My Lifetime - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Jay Burks, Shawn Carter, Hayden Brown, Beresford Romeo

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Lyric:
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way
(Uh huh, uh huh)
So I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh huh, uh huh

Uhh, while niggaz are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways to make it rotten
Well, planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me

'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards

While you're starin' on my dick nigga, gimme yours
I don't hassle with capsules, 'cause that'll make the grass grow
And get a project nigga paid up the asshole
If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel

I'm out here tryin' to make a mill', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns I worship tons of money
Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow

Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uh

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

(For real)
(True)
(True)

More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties with consignment but don't play me
Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy

I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
Under some vagina, discussin' the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream

They think I've mastered the game, 'cause dames scream my name
With passion, I tell 'em stop flashin' and start stashin'
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna

And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts, 'cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne till it's a damn shame

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the casino
Schoolin' the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act

'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin' with a pro with, money to blow child

You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all

I never slept, 'cause sleepin' keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

Haha, f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh huh

Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
[Unverified] my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn definitely in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do

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Z - In My Lifetime (Remix) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - In My Lifetime (Remix)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Jay Burks, Shawn Carter, Hayden Brown, Beresford Romeo

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Lyric:
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way
(Uh huh, uh huh)
So I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh huh, uh huh

Uhh, while niggaz are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways to make it rotten
Well, planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me

'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards

While you're starin' on my dick nigga, gimme yours
I don't hassle with capsules, 'cause that'll make the grass grow
And get a project nigga paid up the asshole
If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel

I'm out here tryin' to make a mill', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns I worship tons of money
Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow

Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uh

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

(For real)
(True)
(True)

More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties with consignment but don't play me
Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy

I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
Under some vagina, discussin' the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream

They think I've mastered the game, 'cause dames scream my name
With passion, I tell 'em stop flashin' and start stashin'
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna

And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts, 'cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne till it's a damn shame

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the casino
Schoolin' the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act

'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin' with a pro with, money to blow child

You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all

I never slept, 'cause sleepin' keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

Haha, f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh huh

Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
[Unverified] my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn definitely in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do

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Eighteen - Lyrics - Unleashed - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Eighteen
Album: Unleashed
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Jonathan Smith, Clifford Harris, Shad Moss, James Phillips

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Lyric:
Let's take a pause for a minute
Let's go

Check it out man
See man, Bow Weezy right here live and direct
I'm talkin' to y'all young'ns out there baby
I can't wait until I turn eighteen I know it's the same for y'all man
I know, I know

I'm talkin' bout pullin' up in them big cars on them 22's
Naw forget that, I'm talkin' bout Charlie Wood sens man
I'ma pull up, I'm talkin' bout 24's man
It's a wrap for y'all when I turn eighteen man
Listen to the hook

(When I turn eighteen)
I need to ride on some rims that's clean
And them brand new J's when I hit the scene

(When I turn eighteen)
I need a girlfriend older than me
And she gon have to be a dime if she rollin' wit me

(When I turn eighteen)
I pull up and stop, let my system knock
They all know I'm super cool when I drop the top

(When I turn eighteen)
I get my crib up on my first day
And every week we celebrate like it's my birthday
(When I turn eighteen)

Yeah, I'ma be leanin' and dippin' sittin' on some inches ridin'
Get in that, women they lovin' my every sentence
It's Weezy baby

From the truck to the drops to the coup to the high 2's
See that y'all, you gotta believe me baby
The game tight and the bank right
Since fame came in the bright light
You gotta release me baby

I can't be tied up
Can't be handcuffed to no chick at the party when I ride up
'Cuz I gotta mingle I know I'm great with the lingo but ya hear
I gotta motivate, I just gotta be single and yeah like when I see you
Yea like how you jingle and yea said I'ma ring you but baby I can't bring you

Can't wait till the day comes
When I wake up and I'm eighteen
Not a young pup but a big dawg
And I bark loud and I switch cars
It sounds hard but it's not y'all
When I get there that's it y'all
Ninth day of the third month, it's on

(When I turn eighteen)
I need to ride on some rims that's clean
And them brand new J's when I hit the scene

(When I turn eighteen)
I need a girlfriend older than me
And she gon' have to be a dime if she rollin' wit me

(When I turn eighteen)
I pull up and stop, let my system knock
They all know I'm super cool when I drop the top

(When I turn eighteen)
I get my crib up on my first day
And every week we celebrate like it's my birthday
(When I turn eighteen)

Yeah, up in that H2 with them wheels to match
Got them big dawg speakers bumpin' up in the back
Got that Snoop Dogg CD is what I insert
Roll down my windows, sounds like a concert

And on a beautiful day I might just switch in the Rover
So fresh so clean like Outkast APD can't pull me over
I'm big pimpin' like Jay-Z steady stunning like Baby
I need a girl like free mixed with some Hale Barry

And a Lil hood which is good like Trina to be my lady
Just call me Cassius Clay baby 'cuz I'm the greatest
And can't nobody my age can ever ever fade this
I'm unfadeable, I'm untouchable

I'm on a mission now
I'm in transition now B-O double double O double y'all
It's Bow Wow, I'm in the house now and I'm up outta the pound
Now listen to the hook, this how it's goin' down

(When I turn eighteen)
I need to ride on some rims that's clean
And them brand new J's when I hit the scene

(When I turn eighteen)
I need a girlfriend older than me
And she gon have to be a dime if she rollin' wit me

(When I turn eighteen)
I pull up and stop, let my system knock
They all know I'm super cool when I drop the top

(When I turn eighteen)
I get my crib up on my first day
And every week we celebrate like it's my birthday
(When I turn eighteen)

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm speakin' for all the young ones my age
Ya na mean, bein' told you can't do this
You can't get in here and you wanna do it

This the song right here
This the anthem for us right here, 'cuz I'm one of them
Always told no, you can't get in but you know what
That's gonna change man when I

(When I turn eighteen)
I need to ride on some rims that's clean
And them brand new J's when I hit the scene

(When I turn eighteen)
I need a girlfriend older than me
And she gon have to be a dime if she rollin' wit me

(When I turn eighteen)
I pull up and stop, let my system knock
They all know I'm super cool when I drop the top

(When I turn eighteen)
I get my crib up on my first day
And every week we celebrate like it's my birthday

(When I turn eighteen)
I need to ride on some rims that's clean
And them brand new J's when I hit the scene

(When I turn eighteen)
I need a girlfriend older than me
And she gon have to be a dime if she rollin' wit me

(When I turn eighteen)
I pull up and stop, let my system knock
They all know I'm super cool when I drop the top

(When I turn eighteen)
I get my crib up on my first day
And every week we celebrate like it's my birthday
(When I turn eighteen)

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You'Z A Trick - Lyrics - I Need Mine $$ - Lil' Flip

Title: You'Z A Trick
Album: I Need Mine $$
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Sandy Lal, Wesley Weston, Carlos Hassan, Hernst Bellevue, Salaam Remi Gibbs

Lyric:
Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Once again I'm back with the flow to make all y'all haters mad
I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin' cash
Poppin' bottles, fuckin' models you know we do it big
Clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig
We thirty deep at the club we all iced out

Clover G's party until they cut the lights off
Drinkin', smokin', chillin' you know we get it crunk boy
VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy
On the east they roll dutches, we smokin' blunts, boy
When we get in town look at the line in the front boy

Now listen ma, you know, you rollin' with a G right
And half of my crew already got three stripes
Y'all gettin' three mics, I'm gettin' four and better
That nigga wanna fuck you, I just want yo' cheddar
I'm on another level, take a look at my bezel
If yo' baby daddy wanna fight, tell him it's whatever

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Aye I got my cash up, my top down, these hoes think I'm hot now
Grippin' grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now
Don't nobody get it poppin' like my crew do it
If the music too fast homey, I can screw it

24's on H2's drop top, candy blue
Ya friend wanna leave with me but shit,I'm tryna leave with you
I can show you all my game, pimpin' ain't gon' never change
Get my money in arrange you might get a clover chain

I be drivin' state to state, pimpin' hoes, makin' cake
Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes, baby, they
I do drive but half of the time, I'm too high
Alligator air force ones, girl, I'm too fly

'Cause I'm caked up my wrist jac'd up
I don't know why these niggaz hate us
But I'm a stay paid and chop on blades
'Cause every time you trick my money get made, yeah

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

Don't spend no money
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin' money?
You'z a trick, you'z a trick

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40 - Broccoli - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Broccoli
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Anthony Banks, Larry Blackmon, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Let's get sick wid it, baby
Sick wid it, baby, yeah
Let's get sick wid it, baby
Said, I'm gonna get so sick wid it, yeah
Said I'm gonna get high

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out

While I was bullshittin'
Bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
talin' 'bout, "Who the fuck you been doin' it to?
Comin' home always smellin' like tuna fish and brew"

I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin' face
I'ma slap you real tough-like
And I can almost rest assure you
That it ain't gon' be no pretty sight"

24-7 3 sixty fin
I pull out my dick and spell my name in my piss
Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That there shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin'

Buy some sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
Up in the hospital, check it out

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, check it out

Hit up for five and hold it for ten, I'm true lung
Let's see who got the most wind, get 'em sprung
Make 'em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From juice and Seagram's Gin

Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin', drinkin' Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and Aftershock
Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

Drinkin' forty ounces was how I first got my figure
Then I graduated to straight malt liquor
So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal
What you puttin' on that blunt huh? Hash oil

My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
On some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep?
'Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin' my life nigga, shit

Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink

Seein' two's and three's
Highly intoxicated while I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Range Pimpin'
L-R P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H O E's
Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

Give a damn, make that 2 8 9, think I had a V8
Highly carburetor, four-barrel engine scram
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a philly
Ready, get that motherfucker hop up away

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house

The rules and regulations of the game up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, silly if she gets off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, five or six different times a day

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out

Let's get sick wid it, baby
Let's get sick wid it, baby

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Bonnie And Clyde (Ft Jay-Z) - Lyrics - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Bonnie And Clyde (Ft Jay-Z)
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tyrone Wrice, Shawn Carter, Prince Rogers Nelson, Ricky Rouse, Tupac Shakur, K West

Lyric:
Uhh, uhh, uhh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em

Look for me, Young, B, cruising down the Westside highway
Doing what we like to do, our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates

But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashing the gas, she's grabbing the wheel
It's true to the heart, she rides with me
The new Bobby and Whitney

Only time we don't speak is during 'Sex and the City'
She gets Carrie fever but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
'Cause mami's a rider and I'm a roller

Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keeping me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie & Clyde, Hov' and B

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you loving
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humping
Now they 'bout nothing if ever you mad about something
It won't be that, oh no it won't be that

I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch, oh no, you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect, nobody walking this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you working at Kermain, Birkin Bag
Manolo Blahnik Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim

And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody takes my place

Yeah-hee
(Break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life

Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
And all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life

The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
And all of my trust if you was my boyfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

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Z - '03 Bonnie & Clyde - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - '03 Bonnie & Clyde
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tyrone Wrice, Shawn Carter, Prince Rogers Nelson, Ricky Rouse, Tupac Shakur, K West

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Lyric:
Uhh uhh uhh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em

Look for me, Young B
Cruisin' down the westside highway
Doing what we like to do our way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today I got my thoroughest girl with me
I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel
It's true to the heart

She rides with me, the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during 'Sex and the City'
She gets Carrie fever but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
'Cause mami's a rider and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin'
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin'
Now they 'bout nothin' if ever you mad about somethin'
It won't be that, oh no, it won't be that
I don't be at places where we comfy at
With no be-atch, oh no, you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect, nobody walkin' this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin bag
Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

Talk to 'em B, if I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody was me
Yeah, break it down for 'em
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could've been
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us

And I promise I'll give my life
All of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
All of my trust if you was my boyfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

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Dimez - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Dimez
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
I'm lookin' for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens
But one them on top of her game, paid bitches
I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free
So fuck that, I want a lady, I can give cash to be

A lover, makin' me say "Ungh" like Master P
And helpin' me out when I'm deep in a catastrophe
She has to be, top notch and full of class
Or rollin' a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass

Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight
She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck the same night
She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with
But so jazzy, flashin' her diamonds on her bracelet

She don't say shit, keepin' our love on the d low
I trust and believe in her, like Shiraz, she's my hero
She don't need no zero's she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with
Splittin' it fifty, fifty down the middle

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

She had broke niggas and had tonight hoe niggas
Showboat poor niggas perpetratin' with no scrilla
She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters
Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with

And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga
So don't go twistin' with a gold nigga
'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch
That you can floss with that don't cost shit

And anytime I want to I can toss it
And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it
'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her
Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous

Long micros with lots of cheddar
Givin' me more D's than Jay Z, she'll Roc A Fella
Classy, I gots to say it in a capella
So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me
Jazzy hoe's, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri
Because classy ain't the thing to be and yes it's plain to see
If you a skank you can't hang with me

No, I can't have no rat claimin' me, like a leech, clang to me
Or much, you should be shamed to be
Ridin' in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them
Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin' them, I wanna stay with them

And lay with them, passin' pussy's not the way for them
I'm lacin' 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium
She gets down with me, freakin' in any position
Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon

I'm needin' a pinchin' to make sure that I'm not dreaming
Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Sittin' on big heels, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
With the micro braids, I need a jazzy bitch, I need a jazzy bitch
Yeah, you like to be paid, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

Strike down your spine, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Color contacts in your eye, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Cute golds in your grill, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

Lookin' good and need lacos, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Earring to your belly button, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

Chewin' on, chewin' gum, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Whoa, whoa, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

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Z - Bonnie And Clyde - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Bonnie And Clyde
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tyrone Wrice, Shawn Carter, Prince Rogers Nelson, Ricky Rouse, Tupac Shakur, K West

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em

Look for me, Young, B
Cruisin' down the West side high way
Doing what we like to do our way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates

But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me, the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during 'Sex And The City'

She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
'Cuz Mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?

What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track Mami is keepin' me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin'
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin'
Now they 'bout nothin', if ever you mad about somethin'
It won't be that, oh no, it won't be that

I don't be at places where we comfy at
With no beatch, oh no, you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect, nobody walkin' this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you workin' at Hermes, Burkin bag
Manolo Blahnik Tim's, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz

The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So, don't let the necessary occur, yep

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that somebody was me
Yeah
(Break it down for 'em B)

Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so, I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust, if you was my boyfriend

Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

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Z - American Dreamin’ - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - American Dreamin’
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Sean Combs, Levar Coppin, Marvin P Gaye, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Mario Mendell Winans

Lyric:
Dreamed of you this mornin'
Then came the dawn and I thought you were here with me
If you could only see how much I love you
That's all, that's all, baby

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
But there's always
(That's all that's all)

This is the shit you dream about with the homie steamin' out
Back-back-backin' them Beemer's out
Seems as our plans to get a grant
Then go off to college, didn't pan or even out

We need it now, we need a town
We need a place to pitch, we need a mound
For now, I'm just a lazy boy
Big dreamin' in my La-Z-Boy

In the clouds of smoke, been playin' this Marvin
Mama forgive me, should be thinkin' 'bout Harvard
But that's too far away, niggas are starvin'
Ain't nothin' wrong with aim, just gotta change the target

I got dreams of baggin' snidd-ow the size of pillows
I see pies every time my eyes clidd-ose
I see rides, sixes, I gotta get those
Life's a bitch, I hope that I make her over, though

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
It's just American dreamin'

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
But there's always
(That's all, that's all)

Now see, the life's right there
And it seems right there, it's not quite near
And it's not like we're professionals movin' the decimals
Know where to cop? Nah, got a connect? No

Who under heaven knows how to be successful
Need a Personal Jesus, I'm in Depeche Mode
They say it's celestial, it's all in the stars
Like Tony Caruso, how you played the card

Y'all ain't fuckin' with me
The ironies are, had all coast better before he was bars
Now let's start, on your mark
Get set, let's go, get out the car

Goin' in circles, it's a vicious cycle
This is a crash course, this ain't high school
Wake up, Muttley, you're dreamin' again
Your own reality show, the season begins

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
It's just American dreamin'

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
But there's always
(That's all, that's all)

Step one in this process, scramble up in your projects
And head to the heights where big coke is processed
You gotta convince 'em that you not from the Precinct
Please speak slow, 'cause he no speakey no English

If he takes a likin' after a couple of trips
If your money is straight, he's gon' give you consignment
You're now in a game where only time can tell
Survive the droughts, I wish you well

Survive the droughts, I wish you well
How sick am I? I wish you health
I wish you wheels, I wish you wealth
I wish you insight so you could see for yourself

You could see the signs, when the jackets is schemin'
And the cops is comin', you could read their mind
You could see from behind, you could redefine
The game as we know it, one dream at a time, I'm American dreamin'

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
American dreamin'

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
But there's always
(That's all, that's all)
American dreamin'

Oh baby
But there's always
(That's all, that's all)
But there's always
(That's all, that's all)

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Z - Numb / Encore - Lyrics - Collision Course - Jay

Title: Z - Numb / Encore
Album: Collision Course
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Dave Farrell, Jay Z Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Joe Hahn, Shawn Carter, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time, I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin' for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga, make some noise

Get 'em, Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime

I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck

But when you Young, what the fuck you expect?
Yep, yep, grand openin', grand closin'
God, your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him
With no pen, just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for Dese Generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time, I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin' for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga, make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look, how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square

To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years
(Yeah)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereeens

Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales to sold out concerts
So mutherfucker, if you want this encore
I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I've become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more
(More)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar

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Here We Go (J.D. Remix) - Lyrics - Can't Stay Away - Too $Hort

Title: Here We Go (J.D. Remix)
Album: Can't Stay Away
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Diamond D Todd Shaw, Donald Byrd, Shawn Carter, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Raymond Finch, Joseph Kirkland

Lyric:
We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look, life's a bitch but I'm on her

I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
I'm your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga, "Whatever for the cash, I'm with"

I don't have step, I leave it in you're averix
Then shoot it it the air, whatever I have left
Outlaw, simply, I out draw y'all
Whether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all

Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas, I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper, I don't show my face up
Make a bet, I turn the ace up, Short and Jay, what?

I never stop making money, don't give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers 'til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch, I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that

I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few MC's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum

What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking, just cant be real
I don't need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels

I roll right up in the hood, I got tapes for sale
Bitches running in their house, they can't wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too Short tape
And he's spitting pimp game with his homeboy, Jay

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Now, here they come again, the gold diggas trying to get paid
Wanna trick the rich old niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick as soon as she meet him
Don't have to sell a body for me I don't need her

To turn tricks for me, how much you cost, bitch?
I'm all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic, I always set trends
Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps

Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her

I don't fuck with broke hoes and I don't trick
But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine, I need some money
If she ain't kicking in all the time she don't want me

Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars, can't fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that

So real, when we drop this shit, it's in trouble
When I guess the pair, you gotta ship it double
I'm the independent phenom, y'all miniature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and Hennessey richa'

When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped, y'all, from the Grammy's to the back park

Short dog, y'all, what you thought, y'all? Oakland, B K, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

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Here We Go (Lil' Jon Remix) - Lyrics - Can't Stay Away - Too $Hort

Title: Here We Go (Lil' Jon Remix)
Album: Can't Stay Away
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Diamond D Todd Shaw, Donald Byrd, Shawn Carter, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Raymond Finch, Joseph Kirkland

Lyric:
We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look, life's a bitch but I'm on her

I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
I'm your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga, "Whatever for the cash, I'm with"

I don't have step, I leave it in you're averix
Then shoot it it the air, whatever I have left
Outlaw, simply, I out draw y'all
Whether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all

Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas, I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper, I don't show my face up
Make a bet, I turn the ace up, Short and Jay, what?

I never stop making money, don't give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers 'til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch, I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that

I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few MC's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum

What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking, just cant be real
I don't need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels

I roll right up in the hood, I got tapes for sale
Bitches running in their house, they can't wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too Short tape
And he's spitting pimp game with his homeboy, Jay

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Now, here they come again, the gold diggas trying to get paid
Wanna trick the rich old niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick as soon as she meet him
Don't have to sell a body for me I don't need her

To turn tricks for me, how much you cost, bitch?
I'm all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic, I always set trends
Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps

Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her

I don't fuck with broke hoes and I don't trick
But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine, I need some money
If she ain't kicking in all the time she don't want me

Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars, can't fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that

So real, when we drop this shit, it's in trouble
When I guess the pair, you gotta ship it double
I'm the independent phenom, y'all miniature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and Hennessey richa'

When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped, y'all, from the Grammy's to the back park

Short dog, y'all, what you thought, y'all? Oakland, B K, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

We talk shit 'cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

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Z - The Streets - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - The Streets
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Dear God how can I explain myself?
JOh God bless me indeed
When I'm so confused
JEnlarge my territory
JPlace your love and protection over me at all times
Help me
JKeep me away from evil
Somebody answer me!echoes
JAllow me not to cause pain

Police in the background, screamin put the thing down
That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down
Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out
All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now
It's feelin like a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now
I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story
Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold cold world but I overstand
Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Late one night I was, rollin the streets
Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and
Trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but
This thug life just keeps callin me
I'm livin life way too dangerously
I'm drownin in my misery
Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy
Cause poppa never was a part of me
Take one step at a time, mama said
Sweet memories still remain in my head
All of my life been lied to, misled
Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?"
No ground to place my feet
I feel the fire under me
A way out is all I need
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free
Cause ain't no goin home for me
It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand
A true first cause I knew that man
I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first
And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church
All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt
Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf
I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his
Momma's rent, his young brother's clothes
My nephew's food, and with that I suppose
And with that I froze
Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds
And this story is told, for young soldiers
Who never choose the life we chose

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to
Hold back my pride but reality is screamin
Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin
Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin
Forget all the hits in the industry, cause
Ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look
Neither God or my enemies, I
Choose God cause he understands, this
Young man with a thuggish heart
Whole world in his hands but still torn apart
Like I'm so close, but it's still so far
Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh
No ground to place my feet (my feet)
I feel the fire under me (heyyy)
A way out is all I need (all I need)
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

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