Z - Change The Game - Lyrics - The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000 - Jay

Title: Z - Change The Game
Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven Garrett, Ricardo Thomas, Shawn Carter, Dwight Grant

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Lyric:
Let's go, bounce, bounce, bounce
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Sick bastard, get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Memph Bleek in the house
Still here, never left, still bust, more or less, still puff, bitch
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga

Hold up love
Every time you see Jigga man I'm rollin' on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin' it up
It's the motherfuckin' Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, 'bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach

Y'all don't hear nuttin'? Who that, mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin'
Who the fluck, want, what?
Catch Bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap, yeah, bitch on my back, holla
Yak in my pocket, smokin' the sticky chocolate
Holla if you want drama with
The dynasty, Amil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked, fuck
I run wild, gun high, L.A style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high

Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get sig' any track I'm a spit the talk to it
Down south gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed? Sigel Sigel in the house
Sick bastard, get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed? Memph Bleek in the house
Still here, never left still bust, more or less, still puff, bitch
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed? Young hova in the house
Jigga, Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the east coast fuck took it from me

Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin'?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin' repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose

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Z - What The Game Made Me - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - What The Game Made Me
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Todd Gaither, Shawn Carter, Memphis Blea

Lyric:
Yeah

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
I'm wishin' arthritis on all writers who, knock my hustle
How can y'all understand the struggle?
It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin' I outclass three-E niggaz in the six

So I outblast till it's empty clips
And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit
One life, I gotta make sure it's done right
'Cause them yet to have a conversation
'Bout reincarnation ball out, until I fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out

Hard to think about your future with, nothin' to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin' from 'caine

But it'll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that's profound
Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

Aiyyo, whether in the Pinto, or rollin' in the six
I come through cocky, holdin' my dick
I never switch shit, 'cause that's some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district

'Cause I could never get rich and switch my style
I just cop a little hurt to the mercantile
I'm tryin' to get it though, rhymin' with this six digit flow
Gettin' fly is the minimal, holdin' somethin' is the principal

Respect this young nigga that's, holdin' the torch
Preachin' shit like the crack game, don't take shorts
Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard
Till you got somethin' icey, round your neck

In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble
Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily
Till all that remains is me

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez
Never, 'Excuse me miss', bitch please, never try to provoke
Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke

Ain't nuttin' changed baby but the different faces I stop
Or maybe some of the places I shop
Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air
For some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin' at Pete's

Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
Till I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites
Come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper

Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park
Ain't nothin' changed except now I push Coupe's in the dark

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

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Z - Change Clothes - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Change Clothes
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce
Need to bounce for the sexy you know

Yeah ma, your dude is back, made back roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't got to argue about who could rap
Cause the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued you back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that
I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody 'gon Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi knight
The more space I get the better I write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we copuld make this a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give afropuffs like R.A.G.E
Awww you get If you could move it
Back it on up like a U Haul truck
Then run and tell them thugs you heard Hovi knew
He and the boy for real make beautiful music
He is to the east coast what Snoop is, to the west coast what Face is to Houston
Young Hov in the house it's so necessary
No bra with the blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans that's so necessary
Now why you frontin on me is that necessary
Do I to you look like a lame
Who don't understand a bra with a mean shoe game
Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera Wang
Ma are you insane, let's just
(Woman speaking What you want me to do?)

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

Uh, uh (Sexy sexy) Woo! (Ah ah)
Uh huh (Sexy sexy) It's so necessary right) (Ah ah)
Uh huh, woo! (Sexy sexy) That's right it's a groove (Ah ah)
Uh huh, it's a groove (Sexy sexy) bring it back (Ah ah)

Young Hovi in the house it's so necessary
No bra with that blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans it's so necessary
Why you frontin on me?
Let's go to my hotel cause this don't go well
With those S Dots, try to stay fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But y'all niggaS actin way to tough
Throw on a suit get it tapered up, and let's just

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

(Ah ah) Uh uh (Sexy sexy) sing along (Ah ah)
Yeah, uh (Sexy sexy) turn your radio up (Ah ah)
Woo! (Sexy sexy) Put your hands in the air if your in the car (Ah ah)
Uh! Snap your fingers now (Sexy sexy) woo, uh (Ah ah)
Uh, uh, your boy is back
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh, the bounce is back
Uh, uh, woo, uh Hov is back, peace

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Z - Never Change - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Never Change
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Miller, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
(Never, never, never, never change)
I never change, this is Jay every day
(I never change)
I never change, this is Jay every day
(I never change)
I never change, this is Jay

I am a, Roc representer
Hov', summer to winter, Hov', dead or alive
Twenty four seven, three sixty five
One CD or three hundred and sixty pies
Whasup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj
Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours
We run streets like drunks run street lights
We collidin' with life as we speak

We knee deep in coke, we ki deep in ice
We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke
We all fish, better teach your folk
Give him money to eat, then next week he's broke
'Cause when you sleep, he's reachin' for your throat
Word on the skreet, you reap what you sow
Not out of fear but love, love for the game
Roc family first, we never change mayn

(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change
Who you know like Hov'?
(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects
I'll never mention your name, I promise respect
Death before dishonor, correct what?
Yup that's what you promised me, since the [incomprehensible] lee
Along with, if we stay strong
We can get paper longer than Pittman's arms
Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam
I'm like a dog I never speak, but I understand

Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war?
Where your bars at? Whoa, gotta pause that
Lost ninety-two bricks had to fall back
Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back
Had A-1 credit, got more crack
From the first to the fifth, gave it all back
If, I'm not a hustler what you call that?
This is before rap, this is all fact
I never change

(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change
Who you know like Hov'?
(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

What, the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly
Well fuck y'all, I needed money for Atari
Was so young my big sis' still playin' with Barbie
Young brother, big city, eight million stories
Old heads taught me, yung'un, walk softly
Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me
Keep coke in coffee, keep money smellin' mothy
Change is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees

That's how it is now that's how it always be
I never change, this is always me
From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom
Drink army from one cup pass it around the room
That's the ritual Big Ran, I ain't forget you fool
And all that bullshit you tryin' to get through
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
Rival crews get your black suits up I never change

(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change
Who you know like Hov'?
(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

This is Jay, every day
Who you know like Hov', what nigga?
Jay what? Jay

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Z - Trouble - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Trouble
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Shawn C Carter, Andre Romell Young, Dawaun Parker, Che Pope

Lyric:
I done got in trouble again
I tried, man, I'm back [Incomprehensible]
I done got in trouble again
I done got in trouble again

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change
(I done got in trouble again)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change

When the singer Rob calls the police on me
Y'all *** ran out and copped the CD
See what I discovered is y'all snitch lovers
I might speak but I don't *** with nobody

See what Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know
These young'ns crossed the line with Hov, I'm lettin' it blow
Had the papers writin' stories like 'Didn't they know?
This what happen when they made that rapper CEO'

I know, it's just a matter of time before the steady hate
Starts to overflow, then the levee breaks
And my conscience go, ?You escape the RICO
Why throw everything away over ego??

You paper chasin', they paper hatin'
Billionaire Hov, you on the pace to make it
F*** that exclamation, comma, quotations
I love drama, period
(I done got in trouble again)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change
(I done got in trouble again)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change

Smellin' like Patron, singin' dirty rap songs
Tip-toein' in the crib like 6 in the morn
Everyday it's the same, I said in 'Blueprint'
That I'd never change, it's just a part of the game

Respect me, I'm a thug, I might cool out for a sec
But expect me to bug, it's in my blood
But if my chick leave me, she gonna leave me for somethin'
She gone leave me 'cuz Halie, she ain't gonna leave me for nothin'

Picture me gettin' up with somethin' sleazy
Somethin' somethin' so easy, you could take out its beat like nothin'
Somethin' soon as you finish cuttin', you like, ?Leave me please?
Not me, I need Angelina Jolie's company

So I ain't gonna make a move unless I got a plan B
That'll happen the day I have a baby by Free
Not to say that anythin' is wrong with Free
Just to say that ain't nothin' wrong with me

If my hand's in the cookie jar, know one thing
I'ma take the cookie, not leave my ring
If my hand's in the cookie jar, know one thing
I'ma take, hehe, y'all know what I mean
(I done got in trouble again)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change
(I done got in trouble again)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change

You little *** ain't deep, you dumb
You *** ain't gangsta, you gum
I chew little *** ach thoo, spew little ***
I can only view little *** like little ***

But in lieu of little *** tryin' to play that boy
I phew phew little *** with the latest toy
Unlike you little *** I'm a grown *** man
Big shoes to fill *** grown *** pants

Prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents
It's apparent, you're starin' at a legend
Who put a few little *** in the they place before
Tryin' to eat without sayin' they grace before

Blasphemous past, get your faith restored
You're viewin' your version of the Lord
God MC, little ***, applaud or forever burn
In the fire that I spit at y'all

I rebuke you, little ***, the meek shall parish
I'll woof you, little ***, I'm a project terrorist
Cute, you little ** think you in my class
Substitute little *** soon feel my wrath

I mute you, little *** you a little ***
I shall abuse you, little *** I'm a ill ***
Now shoot, you little *** go somewhere and play
'Cuz the day I loose to you little *** no day
(I done got in trouble again)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change
(I done got in trouble again)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
(I done got in trouble again)
I pray to God, Father forgive a ***
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change

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N-Noreaga - Illegal Life - Lyrics - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Illegal Life
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Kiam Capone Hollie, Percy Chapman, Victor Noreaga Santiago

Lyric:
Huh, no doubt, yea, yea
CNN
CNN once again
Capone-N-Noreaga, shit is live, live
Illegal life
Illegal life
Illegal life
Take over, son
Know wha saying, 41st side

We hate the law so we break it
Loyal to this life there's no way to escape it
You either make it or you take it
If the game's in you, dedicated stay true
Illegal life

We hate the law so we break it
Loyal to this life there's no way to escape it
You either make it or you take it
If the game's in you, dedicated stay true
Illegal life

Yo, I was in Vermada, laid up with gold saga
Jungle room, cowboy hat around June
Monaga, had the 45th draga, Capone-N-Noreaga
The saga, sega, mega, network and bodega
Dream marvelous, scandalous, black mantis
Illegal life is like my aerolight
We be your light, hustle night to life

Desert storm, and cold form on your norm
Run through, hard-boil you like John Woo
The law we hate, drop a cake cut like mix tape
Spoil coke plate, you buying fake weight
The next state, contemplate and score jake hesus
Conduce, claim bishop in juice, bloody up your goose
Now who screamed for truce, Lefrak is Iraq
Illegal life contract, keep 'em back, load up the big macs

We hate the law so we break it
Loyal to this life there's no way to escape it
You either make it or you take it
If the game's in you, dedicated stay true
Illegal life

We hate the law so we break it
Loyal to this life there's no way to escape it
You either make it or you take it
If the game's in you, dedicated stay true
Illegal life

We hate the law, escalated war with jake, raise the crime rate
Criminal minds regulate the tri-state
The legacy it never end, illegal life veteran salute
Get loot and stay true, corrupt jake make it happen
Snatch 'em catching O Z's, put the game on freeze

Dedicated hustling won't stop regardless
Whatever charges, getting the dough til' you go
Observation, direct sale, connects giving, reaching for ceiling
On the streets again, wild born, the enemy became your best friend
Meet the game closer, maped out many ways to get rich

Ay yo, for real crime pays
9 6 the deal, we real about this cheddar, forever
Corner standing, in any weather, heat holding you down
Controlling your ground, stick-up kids come around
And taste the pound, CNN, put our soul on the line
For this life of crime, 2 5 forever shine
9 6 stay hungry, son, collect roughly
While the streets change, me and my man remain toughly

We hate the law so we make it
(Break)
Loyal to this life there's no way to escape it
You either make it or you take it
If the game's in you, dedicated stay true
Illegal life

We hate the law so we make it
(Break)
Loyal to this life there's no way to escape it
You either make it or you take it
If the game's in you, dedicated stay true
Illegal life

C A P O N E with me, pappy, Hav and Pee
Tradegy Khadafi, N O Y D, a man and me
On some mobb shh, spark up cigar shh
Cubans sit back jack, my niggas smoke dat
Generate, be the coke razor on a coke plate

Back up the crime, son, and try to see a triple double
And get my loot back on a time table
Ay yo, it's CNN, you soon to see us on cable
At the round table, networked through the label
Illegal life, illegal life, illegal life
Illegal life, illegal life, illegal life

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On The Grind - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: On The Grind
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Qaadir Atkinson, Thomas David Richardson, Douglas Fraser Edwards

Lyric:
Yeah, Cassidy, yeah, I'm out here on the grind

I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

'Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

I was told it's a crazy world, well I was born crazy too
1982, they said I was a baby who
Always started trouble, start to hustle what they made me do
As I grew as a man, my plans and my gravy grew

Coke, I copped a little, posted on the block a little
My block popped a little even though my rocks was little
But now a nigga grown started selling bigger stones
Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit alone

Keep it on the hivic homes, can't leave ya shit at home
If I spit it, I did it, I lived it, we can get it on
Forget it, I'm sick with it, admit it or get shitted on
You don't wanna get the chrome, you wanna getcha phone

You don't wanna brawl at all, you wanna call the law
But if you get called a snitch, you might as well call it quits
And I might answer the phone when you call you bitch
I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip

Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind

I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps 'cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be busting all the slugs

I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
'Cause I'm out here on the grind

Don't abuse the fame, use your brain fore you open ya mouth
Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth
I doubt I'ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house
You don't hustle just 'cause niggaz cook coke in ya house

If I stop selling coke, it'll drought
And my flow so dope, I got insurance on my throat and my mouth
I change the game, my name gets spoken about
I'm still ill with the smoke in my mouth

Ya sis oped, and I'ma open her blouse
Stick my dick down her throat and start stroking her mouth
I let my unborns float in her mouth
And then I put a condom on and start stroking her out

I blow the hydro to the scout
On the post with the rock inside got most of the clout
And most of the cash I'm bragging and boasting about
Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house

Got damn, you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man
I'm chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man
I got change I'm gon' borrow
That's why I got a quarter million dollar painting hanging on my wall

So naw, I ain't pressed for paper
But I'm dealing weight and got real estate tryna stretch the paper
It's best to invest the paper
But if you wanna battle, let's bet, I could use the extra paper

'Cause I'd do whatever to eat
I'm from the street, if it's beef, it's whatever, I ain't never been sweet
And in a battle, I ain't never been beat
I'm in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain't better than bleek

When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise
Dog, I got the best punch lines since big l was alive
And this was a big L so I'm already high
If a nigga better than me, then he already died, Cass

I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps 'cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be busting all the slugs

I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
'Cause I'm out here on the grind

Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind

I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

'Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

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Bk To La - Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

Title: Bk To La
Album: Man Vs Machine
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): A Mustafa, Jamal Grinnage, Alvin Joiner, Eric Murray, T Fyffe

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Lyric:
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
M.O.P., uhh, X to the Z
Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga? Fiyaah

I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y'all, runnin' in place, cut to the heart of the subject
Mash out niggaz, straight from the gutter you love it

Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
Watchin' paper thugs tryin' to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry

All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
With baseball bats, 'til fame hit you with me till mini-mac
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill

Still, world, famous
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're
Heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
That try to change us, knowin' we're anxious to flame 'em

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
M.O.P., and X to the Z
Is a friend of our family, yeah my nigga

For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
Grip quick, cock squeeze and Level Men to settle it

From L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
Persistant and insistant on doin' it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with Danze?
When he comin' with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga

Make the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what's happenin'?

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated

Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated

You got problems with us? Start poppin'
I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
Let's move on 'em, must move on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin', black seven plus tools on 'em

Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
I send you to God with no shoes
Clueless, real G's run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this

No question, no half-steppin'
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
Say, "No Smokin'", but our guns got cancer

Yeah, 'cause I'm not, what you thought I was
Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin' buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
The grip that I keep on shit, get off my dick

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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Z - A Week Ago - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - A Week Ago
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Shawn Carter, Ernest Isley, Bernard Isley, Ronald Isley, J Stoute, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything

Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry

And then my motherfuckin' niggaz started snitchin'
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Beyotch

Growin' up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P

Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly

Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name

I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home"

I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin'
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on"
From there I sensed the beef was on

I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case, it's on

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin' for bail

Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggaz thinkin' I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill

Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
Freezin' on them corners still holdin' my crack
Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?

Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never goin' back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked, bitch
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Man shit was all good just a week ago)

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang

Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor

Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?

Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Shit is crazy man, all these niggaz out here snitchin'
We was one step away from takin' this crack money
And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on each other

I got partners doin' 15-20 wouldn't been doin' shit
If you didn't snitch, beyotch
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch

It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money
Ain't got nothin' to do with crime baby but I'm recognizing

You rat bastard

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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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Way Of Life - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: Way Of Life
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dennis Earle Lambert, Terrance J Quaites, Francine Vicki Golde, Dwayne Michael Carter, Duane S Hitchings, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

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Lyric:
Look'a here
This how we gon' do this
Hook up the turntables
Wolfe, get on the keyboard
And we gon' run it, ya heard

Cash money
Cash money
Cash money
Cash money

Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends
'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
Marijuana Scholar, knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts

Hold on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't holla
It's that Louie on Ostrich streets
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?

Baby, I'ma a stunna
I ain't gon' change it
(I told y'all)
Don't you know
It's a way of life
(I told y'all)

Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to break it
(I told y'all)
Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no
(Bring back that beat)

Pop one, pop two
Them new Nike shoes
Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's
Flip white to green, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these naked women that pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name, then you know my game

It's lil' Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro
But y'all don't here me though
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf, whoo

Baby, I'ma a stunna
(I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know
It's a way of life
(I told y'all)

Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to break it
Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my pinky glow 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin' though
We smoke stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop them ency-wency O's
And we don't stop
Nah! We blow, fuck the people
Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that make me go
"Fly like an eagle!"
Fo' sure

They think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna don't have a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm
(What?)
That's in my face, my back, and my arm

Baby, I'ma a stunna
I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know
It's a way of life
Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to break it
Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no

Yep! There it is! Ya' lil' low-life
See, I'm a professional
You a rookie
Fuckin' game so serious
I could sell a hooker some pussy
Now, that's some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that

Who we rollin' wit'?
We rollin' wit' cash money
Oh, I forgot about "Peace"
Peace, I mean, "Piece" of pussy
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property
It's just a mind game

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What Would Jay-Z Do? - Lyrics - Ripe - Ben Lee

Title: What Would Jay-Z Do?
Album: Ripe
Artist: Ben Lee
Composer(s): Benjamin Michael Lee

Lyric:
I wanna look sharp, be strong
Refuse when I know it?s wrong
I want you to know my name
I want the hottest chick in the game

I want a big heart and I want a big car
I wanna be a self-made man
I wanna know the things
That he understands

What does he do
When he?s lost and confused
What would Jay-Z do?
When I?m feeling blue
What would Jay-Z do?

I wanna pay my dues
A better life I wanna choose
I wanna seize the day
Vacation in St. Tropez

I wanna grow through the pain
I wanna change the game
But it?s times like these
When life brings me to my knees

What does he do
When it?s hard to get through
What would Jay-Z do?
(What would Jay-Z do?)
I?m talking to you
What would Jay-Z do?

Oh yeah, ?cause you are you and I am not
So come on, show me what you got
You are you and I am not
So come on, show me what you got

What would Jay-Z do?
What would Jay-Z do?
What would Jay-Z do?
I?m talkin? to you
What would Jay-Z do?

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Z - Some People Hate - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Some People Hate
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Brenda Russell, Shawn Carter, Brian Russell, Kanye West

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Lyric:
That old fashioned word, it's a word called love
Called love, called love, hung up, hung up

This must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt
When he made 'Me against the world', 'All eyez on me'
Y'all niggaz got me feelin' like all eyes on me
Me against the world

Y'all got me on my shit
Thought niggaz would appreciate what I did to this game
Bein' that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same 'hood you come from

We share basically the same stories
Thought niggaz would appreciate what I came and did
Since '96, every year somethin' must be
Seriously wrong with the world, I know y'all ain't hatin'

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think they've lost their minds, I'm hung up

Raw, rough and rugged, when address in the mass public
My attitude is fuck it, 'cause motherfuckers love it
Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas
An' fuck bein' famous, I came to get the butters

I came from the gutter, my success in this game
Is sorta like 'Projectic Justice', a payment for brushes
With police officers, a peace offerin' from the Gods
For the streets I was tossed in, 'til I'm deceased in a coffin

I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin' early and often
Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers
It's the strengthenin' of chain among us
Please, we ain't afraid of none of ya's, who want it with us?
Ain't nuttin' changed since the '96 summers, c'mon

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think they've lost their minds, I'm hung up

They say success breeds envy
I guess it's just the penalty of leadership
I guess I'm what niggaz wanna be an' shit
Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit, 'fore they get to rappin'
Start believin' it, think they Ali an' shit

I roll with the punches, so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise
They try to take me out the game, but I's alive

It's like a old Negro spiritual, I mastered Tobey
With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga
You bastards know me, the one an' only
Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely

You need Jesus in your life
It's either that or y'all gon' make me put
The double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think they've lost their minds, I'm hung up

Au contraire, nigga, I am here 'cause I earned this shit
By ridin' out, when niggaz had learner's permit
We bring the knives out or we let them burner's spit
I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip

Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out
Turn your six, I laid back in the Mayback
Nigga, this the payback, I know you bitch niggaz, from way back
Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it don't play that
Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at

Run up on 'em notoriously
And then we comin' where your wake at
Eight maniac cats strapped with gats
You can hate that, face facts, fake rap cats
Can't take back what I took back to the Brook, look

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think they've lost their minds an' I'm hung up

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Mind On Our Money - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mind On Our Money
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin' through the door with the bone flow
Nigga was creepin' on a come up, doin' it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from

Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before
But we never got our props
Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad
But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace

That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started changin', business rearrangin'
Then the time when bone and ruthless wasn't vibin'

Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up

1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still strugglin'

Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin'
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin' but so I'm [unverified]
I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry
So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story, about me

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death
With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin' you none the less
[Unverified] that crazy muthafucka
From the world's most dangerous group

Mo thugs nation, [unverified] on your life
That's absolutely what I'm gon' do
Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me
Now I'm that muthafucka that be [unverified], the nigga that bust all y'all

My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
I'm comin' in smooth, rockin' this Hip-Hop music just the way you like
Tellin' all biters to please stop tryin'
Let it go fry fool, when I make my move, all y'all gonna die

Split up and fry, open his eyes [unverified] pop
Shot one through his head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill

Now look through the [unverified] stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug livin' tryna get notice by hangin' with stars
No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll

And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes
But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified]
Don't touch that
And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love

You can't dust on these bustas, so they die
They only got love for those who love me
In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my money
And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, nigga
With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

In '91 I'm runnin' from the fuckin' cops, don't ya know it
That bitch was tryna' find a hidin' spot, he show it
Know niggas that'd had no pussy
Said that would never read or get to L.A.

And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin' that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin'
'Cause I was havin' children when y'all was lookin' for women
But mine aside, so why you tellin' your same [unverified]

When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo
Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself
[unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow

Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out?
But who's the one on solo shit and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range
Shootin' thangs, it don't make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The villain is chillin' with his children
Bitch, I keeps it real

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin' my line
Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin' through this obstacle
007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible

Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission
Listen, nigga pay attention
Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up,
Faces of death

Blessin' 40 O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's [unverified]
Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money
Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony
It's like this nigga, i don't even fuck around

If a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my niggas doin' a damn thing, flesh

Trues humbly united gatherin' souls, just to let you know
Heaven's movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the mentality and next to the baddest, Little Stevie
And when you ask me how i maintain

I watch my niggas rule, act a fool and ace the game
Mo thug one, witness the family scriptures
Mo thug two, family reunion comin' to get ya
Mo thug three, presentation of the mothership
Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

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Change - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Change
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Jack Polo, Peter Rogers

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now

Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump

Like a rib shot
That's what the customers want
Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category

I'm cool calm and collective
You con'in a Lexus
Blew chronic for breakfast
It match with the necklace

Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe

These old n****z want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten years later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s***

I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell n****z 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes

So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda toast
More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down them dope

I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax

Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M-16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Until the curtains close
It's just me and Tony, in them purple O's
Indoor overload, drive like I own the roads
These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya

I'm on the climb while my next CD climbs South side
Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It ain't an easy grind
A n**** try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine

And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural
For try'na by a motherf***in' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Ha, ha, yeah, uh
G-Unit
Raw

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