Z - What They Gonna Do Part Ii - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - What They Gonna Do Part Ii
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, Shawn Carter

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Oh yeah, uh oh
Y'all know who it is
(He's back)

If you with me throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me grind to the base line
Niggas don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side, sneak out the back side

What they gone do with me
Got money got broads got a crew with me
Willis bananas clips, I got a slew with me
Get down and lay down and get a shoe with me

Now how the fuck they gone deal with me
I ain't goin' nowhere they got to deal with me
Got the whole BK ready to kill with me
You scared muthafucker, keep it real with me
Keep it real with me

Now what the fuck they gone say to me
Got the clap, ya mean, all day with me
Cut, ya mean, don't play with me
Cut, ya mean, stay with me

Don't lose me, y'all
Please don't confuse me with Dog, I'm different
I brought it back for a livin'
33's O's was on the bitch, back like pippen

3 she could keep for herself and distribute
36 O's in the key you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was movin' birds like an Orioles fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

If you with me throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey, don't be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side, poke out her wild side

If you with me throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey, don't be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side, poke out her wild side

Mommie what they gone say to you
Got your hair did with your favorite shoes
Tell him don't play with you, get him away from you
You need a balla like I, call him like I, see him like naw

Move over, y'all amateurs
No, you not ballin', that's pro am shit
Oh, stop callin' that's ho man shit
Stop fallin' asleep that's old man shit

I stands up in it like a champ up in it
Be up been in it so long , get my calls transferred in it
No more minute man in it, get my sound scared
Be the S with the marketing plans in it

If you with me throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey, don't be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side, poke out her wild side

If you with us throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey, don't be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side, poke out her wild side

What they gone do
Yo got starch in your flow
I flow too many ways
He's got an arch in my flow

All sorts of flow, Rembrandt and Rilkie I am up with the flow
Even if your filthy got an apartment to flow
Take it lightly, I can darken in the flow
They way I put it together, tear 'em apart with the flow

I'm too smart with the flow
You just started the flow
Stop it youngin'
You 106 and Parki'n the flow

I'm a pro, as you see, I am off the charts with the flow
Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow
In some places they say that I am God with the flow
Like my office but they are bias to rebark with the flow, oh no

I am the new spirit I am y'all with the flow
Trouble man dare I say I am more with the flow
I come apart but I evolve with the flow
Crossover, slam dunk, rucker park with the flow, Young

If you with me throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey, don't be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side, poke out her wild side

If you with us throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey, don't be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side, poke out her wild side

Play the MP3 online for free!

0a94a9273450807131e9e968d93b9848

Z - What They Gonna Do - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - What They Gonna Do
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Sean Paul Henriques, Shawn Carter, Timothy Mosley

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Show out her wild side
Stick out her backside

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
Push out the backside

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me
Got money, got broads, got a crew with me
Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me
Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me

Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me
I ain't goin' nowhere, they gotta deal with me
Got the whole BK ready to kill with me
You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me

Now what the fuck they gon say to me
Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, clap, yi mean
Don't play with me, clap, yi mean
Stay with me, don't lose me y'all

And please don't confuse me with Dog, I'm different
I bought it back for a living
33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen
Three she can keep for herself and distribute

36 O's and a ki, you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
Push out the backside

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
Push out the backside

Hon' what they gon' say to you
Got your hair did and your favorite shoes
Tell 'em don't play with you, get 'em away from you
You need a baller like I, call 'em like I, see 'em like naa

Move over y'all amateurs
No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit
Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit
Stop falling asleep that's old man shit

I stands up in it like a champ up in it
Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it
No more minute man in it
Get my Sound scan, BDS and Market and Glance in it

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
Push out the backside

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
Push out the backside

What they gon do', you got starch in your flow
I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow
All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey
I am art with the flow
Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow

Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow
Way I put it together, tear 'em apart with the flow
I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow
Stop it youngin', you 106th and Park with the flow

I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow
Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow
In some places they say this, I am God with the flow
Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow

Oh no, I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow
Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow
I come up hard but I evolve with the flow
Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
Push out the backside

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
Push out the backside

Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
...

Play the MP3 online for free!

ab3d56b5600f4346ac4da3e90ed13ee9

Do Dat - Lyrics - Petey Pablo

Title: Do Dat
Artist: Petey Pablo
Composer(s): Moses Barrett Iii, Darrol K. Durant, Roger Munroe

Lyric:
Are you a gun busting nigga?
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Are you a bitch baggin' nigga?
(Whu-whu-whu-whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your rolly on
Not just any rolly but you bought the most expensive one
Hey take ya car keys to ya class E
Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya head beats
In ya back seat
Y'all think I'm mean

Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout
How you the drug game sewed up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin' feds could buy it

You should be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two more verses for you
This ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya

I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is

Now that you know what the song about
Y'all probably cussin' me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry from Jacob
And don't let me know
You got a platinum piece
But your chain is plain right gone
After the video it gotta go back to the store
That's crazy

Talkin' 'bout some shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of yourself
Yo don't they call that frontin' holmes?
You ain't jigga, nigga
Nor can you spin like puff
And got a cash money deal
So what's your big Willy talk for?
I get so excited man
Your track got me leapin'
Then you start rhyming and yawn
I get sleepy

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is

I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)

It's a sad situation
Record name buggin' out
'Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about
Whoa
Yeah that's crazy
And you think about it baby
Only thing that changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day 2000

Oh that shit is hot
Put that on the album
You heard it with my man
Kick that shit
Loud and proud
Nigga swear he be throwin' down
Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin' sound a likes
Sounded like

(Mobb deep!)
Sounded like
(Jay-Z!)
Sounded like
(B.I.B.!)
And we don't need no more please

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is

Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit
(Yo shit)
Yo shit, yo shit
(Yo shit, yo shit)

Play the MP3 online for free!

fdb1b323749bbccae2ac961e87469c1d

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

Title: Z - Honey
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Jean Claude Olivier, Shawn Carter, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel
The best of both worlds, please believe it
Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world
Dedicated to TT my niece, everybody in the world, talk to 'em Kel
That's right, Tone this is mean and vicious man, so mean and vicious
Rockland, Roc-a-Fella, the best of both worlds, come on

Lord forgive me I'm ballin' out of control
Got the spirit of a hustler pouring out of my soul
Mami I love you but ain't no stopping my stroll
If you wanna be down with me you gotta rooolll
Like a roll and if my side of the bed gets cold
You gotta know that I'm out chasin' doooough
I'm ain't stunting these hoes
Stunting my growth if I fuck 'em I'm fleeing them
I need something to hold
Then I'm home to you
I might roam like a cellular phone
But I never leave you alone I
Solemnly swear, I was married to the block before I met you
It's still a part of me there but I
Solemnly swear, I try but it's in my blood
Pumping yay since I was yay high
I'm in love with the life
So except me for the bastard that I am
You're still in love with me right?

Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
'Cause the game keeps calling me

Baby girl had me off my grind, off my clock
I would often find I was off my block
Couldn't keep her off my mind, my balls were shot
They never thought that a pause or stop
Was in my pores to push rock raw
Take a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlaw
Got a hunger for this game, but keep that on the low
Like a one against the grain
Got the sun against my brain
A girl in my ear
I like her for her
I'm a dig into this shit, I like it like I like her
Sometimes I can't figure it out
I'm in love with the life but she's sticking it out
She know wanna hug kisses keep a nigga in the house
Lock down while his niggas is out (out)

Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
'Cause the game keeps calling me

Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
'Cause the game keeps calling me

Play the MP3 online for free!

5f77c67a04b84ea933dd54d5d9555d6c

Z - Say Hello - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Say Hello
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): T Brocker, Shawn Carter, Aldrin Davis

Lyric:
It's that Roc-A-Fella music, soulful

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

I ain't playin', life's short so I aim
I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em
It's twice as hard to get a job as payin' 'em
So I ain't payin' attention to what you're sayin'

Raindrops keep fallin' on my brain
Constant in the drop, all flames
I'm so hot even if the weather change
I don't have no top, I'm insane

'Member dark-skinned Jermaine
Who swayed in the rain, we sorta kinda the same
'Cept, I'm no lame and you gonna know my name
Before I go the world gon' feel my pain

They sayin', I'm a bad guy, why's that?
'Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga I react
Secretly though, I know you admire that
You wish you had the balls to fire back
Say hello, uh uh, hello, uh uh
You wish you had the balls to fire back

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

I ain't no ordinary nigga
Look around, this ain't what ordinary gets ya
Extraordinary figures, I'm an extraordinary nigga

Before my name became Jigga
Before I sang I had that thang on slippers
Can't complain 'bout what they ain't gon' give ya
That ain't gon' get ya shit, might as well give up

Or get up, get out and get somethin' nigga
Get a job my nigga or get to dumpin'
Only God can judge him, only he without sin
Tell me if my means justified my ends

'Til then, I'm just gon' fly in the Benz
Wire my friends through Western Union
Shh, suprisin', my system knockin'
Here comes the bad guy again
Say hello, uh uh, hello, uh uh, hello
Uh, here comes the bad guy again

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
Let me tell you what I ain't

We ain't thugs for the sake of just bein' thugs
Nobody do that where we grew at, nigga duh
The poverty line we not above
So I come to mask and gloves 'cause we ain't feelin' the love

We ain't doin' crime for the sake of doin' crimes
We movin' dimes 'cause we ain't doin' fine
One out of three of us is locked up doin' time
You know what this type of shit can do to a nigga moms

My mind on my money, money on my mind
If you owe me ten dollars you ain't givin' me nine
Y'all ain't give me 40 acres and a mule
So I got my glock 40 now I'm cool

And if Al Sharpton is speakin' for me
Somebody give him the word and tell him I don't approve
Tell him I remove the curses
If you tell me our schools gon' be perfect
When Jena Six don't exist
Tell him that's when I'll stop sayin' bitch, bitch

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

Play the MP3 online for free!

8361bd7156a422e4006c3d2deb843f25

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

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

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

Play the MP3 online for free!

395605f94f65b34b328e03da4e4c2a59

Fright Night - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Fright Night
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

Play the MP3 online for free!

88bedd640520ff10735827edff84d842

Fright Night - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: Fright Night
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

Play the MP3 online for free!

b882dd5af97ffc4c52661148e27c4c47

Take A Load Off - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Take A Load Off
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Oh!
Oh!
Aah, ah, ah
Aah, ah, ah
All my mamis right oh
Here we go
All my mamis right oh
Here we go

Hey why you headin' my wa ?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Hey why you headin' my way?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Who else is so rural, but still make you feel urban
Walk up in spine, ask if they chill Bourbon
Jim Beam, Jack D, Evan Williams, that's me
Tellin' Ginuwine, "I love Hank sing in that key"

Now he's lookin' at me, like Bub you alright
Yeah I party dog, but not with them drugs that y'all like
Now where Prada, Hampton and that little fuss is all hype
I want what you want, and that's the busted bra type

Where I come from, white boys ain't lame dog
Honky and all that, the real ones ain't called
Don't pull no bullshit unless you playin' paintball
You a fuckin' felon, yeah but I'm gonna wipe the stank off

CWB, read nothin' to flee
Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris
CWB, read nothin' to flee
Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris

Hey why you headin' my way?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Hey why you headin' my way?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Slowly, homie just get to know me
If we ain't compatible then disown me
But don't tell me your men are for me
If we ain't click keep some distance on me

On and on, Bubba K no matter what I say
These country folks wouldn't have it, no other way
'Cause I yell, but they ain't got nothin' else to say
And I got a heat warm and tugged away

Plus the beep, beep, Timmy keep heat
Him and Rick each, ain't no weak links
Guess I'm just different than whatever you sniffin'
Still the same language, this ain't hieroglyphics

Ask, am I prolific? Yes sir indeed
Really who are you to be questionin' me
See how I maneuver so effortlessly
You'll be hard pressed to find a fresher MC

Hey why you headin' my way?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Hey why you headin' my way?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Free Willy, take a load off
Please silly, I ain't takin' no loss
He's really got the greatest tone dog
One potata, two potata, three potata don't pause

Betty Boo, let it loose, work it for that revenue
Am I not the most uniquest person that you ever knew?
Walk up in the party, sanitation blurtin' with a brew
Bet ya this album does all the first one didn't do

Stop with the badgerin', can't you see I'm staggerin'?
All that you babblin', ain't even close to matterin'
What you shouldn't think, you should know that I'm arrogant
My 'Come talk to Bubba' shirt, tonight I ain't wearin' it

Hey why you headin' my way?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Hey why you headin' my way?
What you need to do is
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(What?)
(Take the load off)
(Willy)

Play the MP3 online for free!

a991cf48721f4d91a91d2e7109a7f736

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

Play the MP3 online for free!

aa4cc24e6b315425fe7cb07d76b71ff4

In The Trunk - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: In The Trunk
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): A. Middleton, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
This is the sound of revenge
This is the sound of revenge

You in the presence of the finest
Chamillitary mayne, this for the streets
Let's give 'em somethin' they can bump in the trunk

At this point you should be turnin' your speakers up
Turn your speakers up Chamillionaire man
Let it bump, it's a southern thing
Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne

I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists
Well, bang, bang at the game like everyone down here is pissed
You lookin' for the truth then look no further, here it is
Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin' this

They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip
Bang bang at the rap game to make your spirits lift
And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick
Who? You, you, you, and you nigga, pick a click

Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry
Got here then I realized that ain't nobody real but me
Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me
Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree

I bet I'm actin' like your favorite rapper isn't me
Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me
He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me
So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see

I'm plainly sayin' what I'm sayin' to make these haters mad
Perpetration hatin' ass, see me ridin' candy slab
Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have?
I be losin' count myself and I ain't even that bad at math

That's how we do it in Texas, poppin' trunk and grippin' wood
We reply to threats, nigga, I wish you would
You can keep on talkin' but that's only if you could
Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? No good

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if they want
I'ma let it bang so they can feel it in the, in the trunk
You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the, in the trunk

This for the street niggaz knowin' they gotta pee in a cup
Know your peace officer tossin' ya when he see the results
This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope
Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach

Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine
You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime
But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine
Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time

Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up
Actin' up and pack enough heat to make you back it up
The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk
Now I'ma stock like New York slang what you mean? that's what's up

Money stack it up when they feel they have enough
Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin' that to us
Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut
Niggaz better share, hell yeah, 'cause I just wanna cut

A hater gettin' cut, someone gon' get hurt
Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf
Houston, Texas I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbet
Bouncin' off my chest, you're starin' at it like a pervert

Mixtape God, don't hate me, go to church first
Might as well since all the rappers wearin' church shirts
Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse
Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if they want
I'ma let it bang so they can feel it in the, in the trunk
You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the

You in the presence of the finest
The game is full of fakes, all these rappin' niggaz front
Controversy Sells, the industry givin 'em what they want
See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt

Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich
And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip
But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick
What you tell her? You can "106 and park on my dick"

Can't speak about Texas and not mention me
'Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually
I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z
934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree

We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo'
I'm too busy tearin' my shows up and gettin' married to dough
Grave dig a nigga, Whatchu mean? I bury a flow
Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if they want
I'ma let it bang so they can feel it in the, in the trunk
You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the, in the trunk

Play the MP3 online for free!

a0a3435e5bc68cb1cef8b89714f0da3d

Nature Of The Business - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Nature Of The Business
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): D Griffin, Artis Ivey, Jack Tempchin, Arlene Wilson, Glenn Lewis Frey

Lyric:
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

I got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we gonna put it down
'Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been around
These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit
Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all make grips

Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no bullshit ass flippin' Z's
I'm talkin' Trump type access, they comin' off a gang of keys
Now what excuse you got to play?
You got a wife and baby on the way?
Well, that makes it mo better, we gon' work this shit together

We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci
And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin' caught
'Cause we gon' use the type of knowledge
That they never tripped off of befo'
They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto'
(That's right)

And I done used the G to hook up that manpower
Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour
(Right)
Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna
Now call your crew 'cause we got work to do

It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck
And then snake eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon' come up
With thousands in the Seiko's Dane's and fat pocketbooks
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin'
We went up fifty keys on speck and now we got some shit to prove it
(Right)
We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops
They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits

And afta Shorty Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit
They gon' lay low a few days to make the trip look legit
(That's right)
But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas
We gon' send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear
(Right)

And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas
(Dallas)
We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice
The cool thing about her is that if she get caught
It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out

Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a mattress
Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin' taxes
And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days
And cross our fingers and hope nobody get popped along the way

You can make this quick lick and be set up for life
But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

And them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin'
But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

Everything is goin' according to plan
This shit is on its way to the man, to the man
Sit next to the goddamned man
(Right)

But there's one thing you should know
There's some bustas on the bus talkin' loud
And drinkin' and actin' the fool that shit ain't cool
(Say what?)

Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc
So, send some bodies to the next stop
To get this under control
(They on their way)

But be aware that
They all wearin' navy uniforms
And they got medals and patches and shit
They think that say Desert Storm

And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest
So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest
It's gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone
Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin' wrong

(What's Up? Baby, what's goin' on, man?)
(What, what the fuck happenin'?)
Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit
I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place

That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go
Sometimes you rise high and sometimes you sink low
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around
But if they got somebody watchin', then stay your ass outta town
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose

Play the MP3 online for free!

627c6b1b02e9058001ca4b9476aa4179

Z - Fallin' - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Fallin'
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Jermaine Dupri, Anthony Hester

Lyric:
I know I should'nt have did that
I know it's gonna come right back
I know it's gonna destroy everythin' I made
It's probably gonna get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable that I'm

Said where I would stop be fore I even started
When I get to one brick then the game I would depart with
Got to one brick then I looked to the sky like
Sorry God, I lied but give me one more try

Got the two bricks new cars new whips
But niggas never learn till they end up in the news clip
The irony of sellin' drugs is sort of like you using it
Guess it's two sides to what substance abuse is

Can't stop, won't stop addicted to this new shit
Brand new convertibles, I'm so roofless
Front row fight night, see how big my tube is
Fuck HD nigga, see how clear my view is?

But there's a price for overdoing it
Doin' it this big will put you on the map
Stick-up kids is out to tax
Plus the FBI boys with the cameras in the back
Damn

I know I should'nt have did that
I know it's gonna come right back
I know it's gonna destroy everythin' I made
It's probably gonna get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable, now you fallin'

When you should've fall back, now you fallin'
Right into they lap fallin' and applaudin'
And they screamin' at the screen
Damn you fucked up like your favorite movie scene

Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, Casino
You seen what that last run did to De Niro
And he can't beat the odds, can't cheat the cards
Can't blow to hard, life's a deck of cards

Now you tumblin', it's humblin', you fallin', you mumblin'
Under your breath like you knew this day was comin', fallin'
Now let's pray that arm candy
That you left your ex for stay down and come in handy

'Cause come January it gets cold
When the letters start to slow, when your commissary's low
And lawyers screams appeal only thinkin' about a bill
And your chances are nil damn gravity's ill

I know I should'nt have did that
I know it's gonna come right back
I know it's gonna destroy everythin' I made
It's probably gonna get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable, but you're fallin'

And you can't get up, all you do is push-up, pull-up, sit-up
Locked down the town now belongs to the squares
Who said they won't make the same mistake that got you there
And your arm candy sweet on em'

And the woman that you left for this heffer got a college degree comin'
Bad news keeps comin', hard to keep somethin' on your stomach
Your sick 'bout what ya life is becomin'

But your use-to's has-beens raggin' bad 'bout all the new dudes
Talking tough on the Youtube
'Bout what you use to do but that's old school to the new crew
They doin' numbers like Sudoku

There're the new you and it's damn near inevitable
They'll experience deja vu too
Fight and you'll never survive, run and you'll never escape
So just fall from grace, damn

I know I should'nt have did that
I know it's gonna come right back
I know it's gonna destroy everythin' I made
It's probably gonna get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable that I'm

Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'

Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm

Play the MP3 online for free!

d5b965a9237645bd999744daf1f9f03c

Downset - Lyrics - Downset

Title: Downset
Artist: Downset
Composer(s): Chris Lee, Rogelio Hernandez Lozano, James Morris, Roger Ramirez, Roy Z Brian Neal Schwager

Lyric:
Well, I'm doing this from that place
Where the young bodies stick to the bluest of blue skies
A child grown quick kicking it with an ice-pick
Age of 8 Babyface straight-up scared to die

Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homicides
Kids don't rank so they shank in front of baby eyes
Bullet-scarred, prison-barred
The one time's got my face to the ground, they want me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum!
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down!

Bronze complexion, converse and khakis
Enough for the fuss of a Crash to straight jack me
Brotha, brotha, brotha, how you make 'em get down?
Systematic static can't stifle the set's sound

Jack for the mic and I'll still get it going on
Making my statement with a Fatcap and Krylon
Pee-ping my voice from the L.A. underground
The plan from the man is to demand they keep me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum!
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down they got me, down!

Got ya, got ya, yeah, you know, I straight ya
Reveal to heal in our sectarian obstacles
Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate child
Damn with the program imposed since the juvenile

Shit is so thick that you don't want to deal with it
Set's got heart to consist like an activist
Ain't going to live in comfort while shit gets words
I got the voice of the voiceless and life comes first

So what you're gonna do? What you're gonna do?
What you're gonna do when the shit comes down on you?
The set's gonna be down, yeah, you know like we've always been
The ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction

The man ain't down with multi-ethic ethics
Division is wicked and Downset ain't with it
My word is my fire for life and love is the sound
You gotta kill me to silence me, fool, you can't keep me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down!

Play the MP3 online for free!

41bd12e058a8bb2c21b1906c081feab2

Z - Murdergram - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Murdergram
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Earl Simmons, Jeffrey B Atkins, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe

Lyric:
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
'Cause whether you're for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, everybody knows

The weapons I possess, they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass

J to the A Y to the drive by to your hood
Screamin' bye-bye to you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas
Could die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

And promise you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god that served ya
'Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's murda

Shit I hope y'all niggas know to lay low now
'Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down
'Cause I hit 'em on sight, it's dark, dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to this the night

That a lot of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin' with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich

You gonna blaze me 'cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying 'cause they know I spit like iron
Nothing but bark flyin', flows and mics, hell and night
Go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein' my plight, It's alright

I let the world know I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble
With a gat in your hand, spin in barrel and put it to your head

'Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin' with I N C is murda

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' raw-doggin' dirty bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin' that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin', niggas don't want it
Get it, done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I made it cappin'

And lettin' off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga 'cause you is a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take shit

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel shit
Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast

A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin' movies so I gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin'

The blocks is not for frontin', so let me get that shorty
'Cause you don't need that shorty
You don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor

Another 24, what you want, money, more?
Them niggas did it raw, with no condom
You find 'em, sayin' sorry he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there ain't gonna be no more riff

Dog you want a floss tiff but would of made it to the door if
Bullets traveled a lot slower and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think about after
'Cause tomorrow ain't comin', so stop runnin'
'Cause you gonna die like a sucker, murder motherfucker

Uh, where my mother fucking dogs at?
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam
Where my dogs at? Top Fight Uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby
Boomer one love nigga, murda motherfucker

Play the MP3 online for free!

33a31f7de5706df42edafedc857d2c83