Z - Lost One - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Lost One
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker, Shawn Carter, Chrisette Payne, Andre Young

Lyric:
It's not a diss song, it's just a real song
Feel me?

I heard *** sayin' they made Hov
Made Hov say, "Okay, so make another Hov"
*** wasn't playin' they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo

I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothin' left to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'

I shoulda stayed in food and beverage
Too much flossin', too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a *** but I gotta divorce them
Hov had to get the shallow *** up off him

And I ain't even want to be famous
*** is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I don't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is the worst drug known to man

It's stronger than heroin
When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am"
And still not see what you become
I know I'm guilty of it too but not like them
You lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

I don't think it's meant to be, B
But she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly, at twenty three
I would probably love my work more than I did she

So we ain't we, it's me and her
'Cause what she prefers over me is work
And that's where we differ
So I have to give her free time even if it hurts

So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth
To be all you can be, like the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to allow she, her time to serve

The time's now for her, in time, she'll mature
And maybe we can be we again like we were
Finally, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord

But time don't go back, it goes forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be explained, what caused it
Such a beautiful soul, so pure ***

Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous
Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it

It's like havin' your life restarted
Can't wait for your child's life, to be a part of it
So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift
To return when I lost you, I lost it

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, Colleek, you're a champion
I lost one

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Z - Lost Ones - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Lost Ones
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker, Shawn Carter, Chrisette Payne, Andre Young

Lyric:
It's not a diss song, it's just a real song
Feel me?

I heard *** sayin' they made Hov
Made Hov say, "Okay, so make another Hov"
*** wasn't playin' they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo

I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothin' left to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'

I shoulda stayed in food and beverage
Too much flossin', too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a *** but I gotta divorce them
Hov had to get the shallow *** up off him

And I ain't even want to be famous
*** is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I don't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is the worst drug known to man

It's stronger than heroin
When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am"
And still not see what you become
I know I'm guilty of it too but not like them
You lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

I don't think it's meant to be, B
But she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly, at twenty three
I would probably love my work more than I did she

So we ain't we, it's me and her
'Cause what she prefers over me is work
And that's where we differ
So I have to give her free time even if it hurts

So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth
To be all you can be, like the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to allow she, her time to serve

The time's now for her, in time, she'll mature
And maybe we can be we again like we were
Finally, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord

But time don't go back, it goes forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be explained, what caused it
Such a beautiful soul, so pure ***

Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous
Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it

It's like havin' your life restarted
Can't wait for your child's life, to be a part of it
So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift
To return when I lost you, I lost it

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, Colleek, you're a champion
I lost one

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Z - Blueprint 2 - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Blueprint 2
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Ennio Morricone, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Jay Z this, Jay Z that, Jay Z this, Jay Z that
Jay Z that, Jay Z this, get off Jay Z's dick
What y'all niggas get front page articles
Y'all mention Jay Z name

This thing on? Jay Z, Jay Z, in Jay Z news
I understand what y'all tryin' to do
I brought the flutes this time, though
Unleash the flutes on them, Guru

Gimme some more music in the headphone
Let's get the proceedings proceedin' this evenin'
Let's do this thing
Let's do it right this time, c'mon

H.O.V.A
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave
Naw, naw, don't be afraid
Y'all an' your articles, hard to spit at Jay

Y'all from a far threw thoughts my way
What you thought, I would not have nothin' to say? Nope
Y'all fell into the booby trap
I set the trap just to see dude react, an' now

An' now you'se can't leave
You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually
An' I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez
I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is

But you can't give cred to anythin' dude says
Same dude to give you ice an' you owe him some head
Shorty, it's time to wake up the dead
You sound a little naive in them articles that I read

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

Can't y'all see that he's fake? The rap version of TD Jakes
Prophesizin' on your CDs an' tapes
Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes
An' this is with whom you want to place your faith?

I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine
When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line
Donatin' proceeds off every ticket sold
When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?

Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself?
Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help
They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude
To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects

These dudes is all politics, depositin' checks
They put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lotta lip
An' y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype
'Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright

'Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice
It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write
Is it 'Oochie Wally Wally' or is it 'One Mic'?
Is it 'Black Girl Lost' or shorty owe you for ice?

I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit
Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat
But I will not lose, for even in defeat
There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me

When the grass is cut, the snakes will show
I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though
Savin' me the hassle of speakin' to half of these assholes
An' I'm a let karma catch up to Jaz O, whoa

See I'm back before you had a chance to miss me
My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history
Who you know flow vicious as me?
Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov

I get the spoils 'cause the victor is me
You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be
The street dreamin', all y'all niggas livin' through me
I gave you life when niggas was forgettin' you emcee

I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me
You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee
I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen, God, you a flea
An' the little homey Jungle is a garden to me

What's the problem B? You not as hard as me
Nigga hard as we, nigga, ROC, nigga
That's why they follow me
They feel my pain an' my agony, nigga

I won't rest till you on one knee
You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga
Until you on one knee
You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

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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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Ya'Meen - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: Ya'Meen
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, David Styles, Josh Joergensen, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Clifford Smith, D Klein

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Lyric:
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo

How should I get it started, f*** it, just get it started?
These trash talking artists is nothing, n****z is garbage
When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless

Might break a promise but never breaking the code
Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds
My block, hot as a sauna, n**** w*** u* a** j***
C**** deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap

And, if life's a b****, then I bet she bitter and cold
Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold
Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose
Cops don't know about this Method but smell it all in his clothes

Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that, I'm back
With enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up
New York, New York, Rock Tube socks and Timberlands
'Cause hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues
You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through
And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun
Homey, you can't live, gotta go and get them g***

You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage
Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package
We pushing rain pain, gotta go and get that money
Y'all going, "Hey, hey", but don't that pen look lovely

You must not know who y'all n****z is f***ing with
I can take life n** just for the f*** of it
Crack's crazy, that n****'ll smack babies
Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady

Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle
Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you
The Average Joe, with an average flow
Me and Meth bringing back New York, n****

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles
S.P., turn your top five into vegetables
You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room
And the next five, I plan to getting all of them soon

Y'all can meet me at the table that's round or get ya place in the ground
That's what you get when you facing me, clown
Who got the crown, I'm piss on it now while you wearing it
Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing it

Been Nike Airing it, white tee out
Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
I'm a thug or star investing in living, n****z sippin' soup
Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth

N****z in the East wanna unite, not me
If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come to be right
Know what I mean? If you don't, then you not of being
Your four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, n****

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

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Ether - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Ether
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Rondell Turner, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Fuck Jay-Z
What's up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick nigga
You love my style, nigga
Fuck Jay-Z"

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Ay yo, pass me the weed
Pour my ashes out on these niggas man
(No doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel
And kiss the fuckin' ring

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live
(I will not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

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Dog - Lyrics - B2k

Title: Dog
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, T Oliver, J Stokes, M Houston, Kelton Kessee, J Jones

Lyric:
You thought I was in the dark
(No, no, never me)
Baby boy from the start
(You was trippin')

I was asking questions to see if you was creepin' at all
(For no reason)
I am accusing you of cheatin' no matter what you saying
It's so irritating, so baby stop playin'

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

I heard you say you were gonna push up on her
I played along boy, you think I'm stupid
I'm on point, no, I don't miss a damn thang

Fed up but Jhene ain't foldin'
Think I don't know but she is my dog, yeah
I got my friend on you tellin' her to call
You got caught and now I know that your a dog

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

I'm a D O G from the T U G
It's hard tryna be F I double Z
I'm the Jay-Z of my generation
So sick, I'm every hospitals number one patient

Girls be killin' me with they fantasies
When all I really wanted was the [Incomprehensible]
Two minutes of conversation and you're out of control
I'm a D O G ain't no changin' me

You think I didn't know you
(You were playin games on me)
Tried to play me for a fool
(I'm your new enemy)

You're barkin' up the wrong tree
Now you turned into my enemy
I bet it all out, I tried to test you

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

Dog
Tryna run your game on me
Thinkin' you can cheat on me
Boy you know you lost my trust
And I know it's obvious

You're a dog
You're a dog
You're a dog
...

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Numb/Encore - Lyrics - Road To Revolution Live At Milton Keynes (CD/DVD) - Linkin Park

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Z - People'S Court - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - People'S Court
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Robert Kirkland, Alan Tew

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Lyric:
Jigga, bitch, yeah
Fuck Judge Wapner, it's Jigga, ya heard?
Y'all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin' Code
Section 1001

Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
Niggas from where want what?
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up

I got heavy arm and my niggas
Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
Fuck with the wrong one

Shawn Gun, harm one, two
Fuck y'all wan' do?
Bastards, niggas know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask shit

Get your ass twist
It's the rap's El Ni, get your brain splitted
And I don't like pussy well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same shit, they

Can't fuck with the language
Soon as the slang's spitted
If you came you get it
Plain as a game with them thangs with it

On co-sign and the whole nine
Leave you where I find yo ass
Lost with no signs, you're so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on

Got a vest on, went to Folsom
When you guess wrong I'ma press one
Muthafucka

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your language with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street

I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin' your bitch
Or if it's Supreme Court like stealin' your bricks
Look, my guns is all-range, more pain
In differential, whether you're big money or small change

When I cock it, ball game
My pistols never miss-trial, here's the determent
With no chance of parole bullets comin' concurrent
I'm like "Why, nigga, try Jigga?", you must remember
It's like bein on trial for your life with a public defender

Let the jury fill the seats up
And start the court calendar off
With doc. number 9mm, all rise
The Honorable Jay-Z presides

Instead of a mallet I hold a tool
All objections over-ruled
Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it
Two guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examine

Like Tom Cruise, poppin' with the 'Top Gun' you lose
Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your language with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street

No flow's sicker, no cell can hold Jigga
Since I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt' no cocaine convictors
No contest in a rhyme fest, I'm best
Under oath raise my hand and I spit it, honest

Know our facts for real 'fore y'all decide to act ill
When you blow trial ain't no comin' back on the pill
It's Murder One, bail set at a half a mill
It's Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas, red-rum

Commit hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt
You get state time for fakin' like you greater than Him
So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk Sergeant
Say you're sorry then take your property

I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant
While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it
Three time felon, third album, lockin' it down for the term
Of 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin' with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your language with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street

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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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Listen - Lyrics - Face Off - Bow Wow

Title: Listen
Album: Face Off
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Omari Grandberry, Ronnie Jackson, Shad Moss, Jayshawn Smith

Lyric:
I?m saying my
I finally found the right girl for me
I?m saying
You my dawg
So you ain?t gotta worry about lil mama
Coming between what we do
We still homies at the end of the day, believe that

No no no, I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think, I wish he would think
Or listen to me

I got a love jones but I?m not Lorenz Tate
How would it sound if I asked you on a date?
I know a place me and you girl can get away
My z tryna talk to me forget what they say
She?ll ride for
She a down chick
Many of them chicks to the exit quick
Let the hate
They gon hate but them z can?t tell me shit
Let her meet my mama
She don?t be with all that drama
Spend bread on my broad
Cuz she know it ain?t a problem

I splurge on my lady
Hit the mall with my lady
I love my lady
I know she would never play
She moan and groaning
Make them sounds
Every time a lay that pipe down
Give it to her how she want it when she want
That grown man
Yup girl that?s my style
I finally found the right girl
Think I might wife her
My don?t like her
But girl I?m the type of
Dude that?ll do anything for his lady
Can it trust you? Yeah, that?s my lady

No no no, I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think I wish he would think
Or listen to me

Now what am I gonna do what am I gonna say
Been in this position before
Put my man up on game said I was tryna hate now he ain?t my no more
I don?t want the same thing to go down between me and Bow
We getting this money man
There?s gotta be a way to do this cause my z walking around clueless
Do I? Come right out and talk about it?
Or do I just beat around the bush about it?
Or should I, let Lil Ronnie tell him for me?
No I feel obligated that?s my homie
What would you do if you was me man?
Tell him the truth or let it be man?
I?m stuck between a rock and hard place
But I got stop my boy from getting played

No no no, I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think I wish he would think
Or listen to me

Now Bow I?m tell you from experience
(Man what?s happening)
On the real you need to gon? and give it up
(Yeah, whatever)
You been loving her trusting her keeping her
(Yeah yeah)
But she?s been playing ya replacing ya faking ya
(Man look, ah look)

Man she a real chick a down chick
She got money she ain?t tryna get rich quick
She ain?t stunting other z man it?s all about me
When I ask her ?who?s it is? she replies Bow Weazey
I heard she got a and a baby cranberry Mercedes
(Nah!)
Listen to your dawg man your girl is being shady
(What!)
Got that from a very reliable source
(O, who said that?)
Very reliable source
Man look ah just be happy for your O
Damn why you hating why don?t you go?on and get you one?
What you mad cause we dating
Dawg it ain?t like that
Bow you know I got ya back
(Act like it man)
I don?t wanna see you get played by no hood rat
What? Dawg she ain?t no hood rat!
Watch how you talk about her when it come to lil mama
Man I get down for her
I knew I shouldn?t told your, you coming at me like

No no no I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think I wish he would think
Or listen to me

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Z - This Can'T Be Life - Lyrics - The Dynasty Roc La Familia - Jay

Title: Z - This Can'T Be Life
Album: The Dynasty Roc La Familia
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Leon Huff, Kayne Omari West, Shawn Carter, Kenneth Gamble, Dwight Grant, Brad Jordan

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Lyric:
Geah, whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect, e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto B, here's mine
Geah

See I was born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit, I kept arms
38 longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it or stuffed with embalmin' fluid
Shit, I'm goin' through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin' down her pretty face, she got her palms to it

My life is gettin' too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it
Bout to lose it, voices screamin', "Don't do it!"
It's like '93, '94, 'bout the year that Big and Mag dropped
And "Illmatic" rocked
Outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked
Everybody doin' 'em, I'm still scratchin' on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"

Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug, paraphenalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts
Tryin' figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin'
So they can send shots straight to your melon, wait!
It gets worse, baby momma water burst
Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on
Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb
Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be soon

This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

Chill dog
Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother
Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another
I'm thinkin' damn, how my older sister gon' make me tougher
When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real
I'm tired of tryin' to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills
Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real
Y'all niggaz thinkin' what y'all readin' in The Source is real

What my life like, you lookin' at the source, it's real
What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real
Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin' Beans
'Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin
Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an
I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine
Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body
Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee

I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin' more can stop me
Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me
There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans
Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin
My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog
I come back in the afterlife
Like fuck it I done touched hell twice, what's the meanin'?

This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone call from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand, you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin' our blessings 'cause Brad's two
Prayin' for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars
Lovin' your kids just like you was ours

And I'm hurtin' for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that Heaven'll open these doors
And ain't no bright side to losin life, but you can view it like this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst of good company
Who loves all and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
But Heaven knows, I woulda been wrong
I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love
It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us
This can't be life

This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life

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Z - Moment Of Clarity - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Moment Of Clarity
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Steven L King, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

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Lyric:
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doin' heroin and me doin' crack sales
With that in the egg shell standin' at the tabernacle
Rather the church pretendin to be hurt, wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is just like my face

So pop I forgive you for all the shit that I live through
It wasn't all your fault, homie you got caught
And to the same game I fault that Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others I saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other, save a place in Heaven
Till the next time we meet forever

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makin'
I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars
They criticize me for it yet they all yell, "Holla"
If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyricly Talib Kweli
Truthfully, I wanna rhyme like common sense
But I did five mil, I ain't been rhymin' like common since

When your sense got that much in common
And you been hustlin' since your inception, fuck perception
Go with what makes sense since I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back to me that's the win, win
So the next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin' just like them, the rims that is

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

My homie Sigel's on a tier where no tears should fall
'Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Till we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rappin' for the platinum you all record, I recall
'Cause I really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago, prepared to flow, prepare for war

I shall fear no man, you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear, no
Yo, my balls and my word is all's I have
What you gonna do to me, nigga scars'll scab
What you gonna box me, homie, I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me, thank god for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK, nigga holla back

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

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Burbans And Lacs - Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Title: Burbans And Lacs
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Writer Unknown Wesley Weston

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Lyric:
Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz
In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga

Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y'all done up and done it
We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic, chronic
I did it, I done it, this rap beef, you know who won it
I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money

Europe paid me eighty G's for a hour show
And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go
You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really been
And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten

I smoke over and over again, God, forgive me
'Cause I'm a young thug with tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand dolla Benz with my name on my rims
And when I pull up, hoes be like, I know that's him

Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometimes I flip in a Fleet wood
You know the one with the platinum skin
And the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good
Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid
Or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat

Guaranteed to squeeze when enemies test me
I'ma empty the clip and reload again
Ain't got no gal, ain't got no friends
Only thing I give a damn about is my ends

I wish [unverified] was alive
So I could watch him make another Dub again
I'm mad at the world, fuck love again
'Cause my so called partnas think I'm cappin'

Bitch, I've earned the right to live the good life
Y'all know how long I've been rappin'

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)

You know, I'm thinking of a master plan
I got chrome fans on my promotional van
I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me
I fuck with D-Block and the Dipset posse

My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop
'Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks
And if I catch you in my hood, homie, you can't leave
'Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, they can't breathe

I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway, doin' 153

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)

Every morning I wake up and give my praises to God
Just for letting me see another sunrise
'Cause sometime, making it through the night is hard
Livin' in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian

Lord, I've been callin' you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a whole heap a burdens
I know there's a bunch of blessings as well
I remember when I had to sleep on benches
Straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences

In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now
Ain't no detectives tryin' to see me now
With no rival gangs trying to beat me down
It's MTV and BET now and ain't no mo' regular weed
Ain't nothing but the best herb

With a grandaddy size cup of codeine
Straight eight over ice, nigga, yes, sir
I'm leaning like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd Coast
Look, respect the South and we gon' see straight, see straight

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)

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Gangsta Shit - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: Gangsta Shit
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Linda Creed, Jeffrey Atkins, Shawn Carter, Jr., Ernesto Shaw, Thom Bell

Lyric:
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

I understand why y'all niggaz is mad at me
Sittin' around like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the cars and the bitches, livin' lavishly
But there's only one problem, y'all ain't bad as me

Who could flip a record company from a half a ki?
Then drop a gold album, do the math with me
Turn right around and go platinum, that would be
Fuck it, I lost count, why don't you tell me the amount?

Since you gossip like groupies, notice please
I never go broke my name got two G's
J I two G A, I flip that
Up on the platinum and be on the next day

I be right there when your mics blow out
I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out
I'm right there with the same ice to light up your house
Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out

I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a legend
J-Hova, end of the session, fuck with me now

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

We live from the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate
Two knocks on your door, one gun in your face
Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe

Place the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You better hope this money don't catch fire
You so soft, no mask, no rope, one clip and I
Let this nigga run around untie, I swear to God

You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him
I haven't heard him in a while and you know how come?
His little faggot's in the corner dialing 911

Snatched the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough
What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and drugs?
In the underworld we take care of beef ourself
And another thing yo, we police ourself

Either you follow the codes or don't sell cocaine
This life will swallow you whole, so get out the game
Go to church every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
And drug dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job
Fuck [Incomprehensible]

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangstam gangsta shit

Nigga who else pop guns and rap jewels
Meanwhile burning in hell, child
We the center of attention
Show me love for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men

Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar boughs
Got hoes for every home and never fuck they own
Even though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones

Dialin' a 213 zone now
Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her down
Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle behind me
But every time I look away, he's hittin' me blindly

I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and here it is
But soon as the nigga smilin', darker the night gets
That's why we gangstas and y'all players
Take two to the heart, Inc., world most Murderous

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

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