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| 2. |
| 3:39 | 
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Ugh...
It feels good If it feels good don't even fire again, you know Get up man, real talk in New York for u man Ooh, (fabolous) Its all eyes on me like mister straw So they wanna f**k you right in the door Chicks coma around and put chest in the chore So i ain't a playa that need a assist to score Any messes with shore the criss on that craw Climb on a couch kick off the Christian Diors I don't pop till a spend my pist on that boy But i do it again if you miss me before Its no big deal I have so a big will And them little cars with so big wheels Put a little box for them all big steels Pretty little chicks and none's big heels to me, i never give o's Most girls are diggers who aint going never hit gold I get under the sun when the weather gets cold 8,4,5 when the 7 gets old (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (fabolous) Now see you the type uhh, You gets me hyper Maybe 'cause your chick is like me. But i'm a black cars whiper thats just tighter And u ain't give a damn like me. They say i'm the sickest since car the droped The girls jumped to a quick demz car is hot Its the truck with the 20" star in stops That have im not blowin If he staying to going The stairs at the ear will be saying he's glowing And they like my style in the way i been trowing But thats when im boddered and they say that im blowing Now you could make the choise if u're staying or going Girl, We could go any place in the world In the jet whole 12 so we space ass hell ,girl Nobody in the streetz is gonna hear That you given 40.000 feet in the air. (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (fabolous) Most lanes track allongs Brack some songs But cant keep with up like a bag of done's Keep frontin like you spend But your bag is lighter and lighter then micheals skin But the other hand Im the kind of brother man with 50.000 of ice just the butter hand Bentley, braclend, rock yourself a fan In the zone that the teller time in them other land Girls spred them legs ain't day im pragnum Its the most to got, neon magnum In the 22" with some brother who's schine Thats why everbody want a mother like mine A bralley be, with a walleys be That aint bigger dude's thats smove since balleys be Girl you need to make your move The eagles i f**ked by the lakers crew haha (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun u can run No need for conversation No need for conversation |
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| 3. |
| 3:36 |
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| 4. |
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(feat. Lil Scrappy)
Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) (Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy) Ill leave your ass cripy Like some frosted flakes What you call it sneaky nigga Tha man Jake the snake Every nigga on the street Got something to say Until they get sprayed in the face With a gay like mase I dont hate the fagget Lets get that shit straight I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now i hooked up wit game Real nigga with flame He show me cali love And i aint in no game Every nigga that role wit me Betta keep it G'd Ill put the verdebrate Push a DDT Lets get the sippi Yall niggas aint even gifted Bust a shot at your chin Your top getting lifted G's up get your G's up Scrappy with your weed up I fuck with g-unit So yall sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I cant change I fuck hoes that would make Mya look lame (CHORUS) (Verse 2 - Game) The reallest of niggas I role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is +G+orilla +U+ +N+iggas +I+n +T+rouble Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing You aint gotta know Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick P-89 thats what i handle my beef with Put them hollow tips under your arms Like speedstick Ride through your hood In a blue impala Like we crips Roll down the tints, G-Unit Im a head busta, lil scrappy When the lead touch ya And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker Sleep in your earn And get eaten by worms Trying to fight a fire with Bottled water heat and get burned They tampered my phones Like D-R-E and the firm Cuz im buzzing like WuTang And it aint even my turn So who it may concern Youll get your whole mouth wide Fuckin with them gang bangers In the SOUTHSIDE (CHORUS) (Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)) Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga (hold up) This your boy little scrappy shorty (BME) A-town (A-town) Mi nigga game (Comptown) You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit They wanna get that ass hit Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G) Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Im for real Nah not me nigga (CHORUS) SOUTHSIDE (X2) |
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| 3:23 |
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| 3:50 |
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| 7. |
| 4:12 |
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[ Twista ]
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I’m on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won’t have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn’t sick, Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn’t have to suffer, When the streets get the upper had on us and we lose a brother, And I Wish I could go deep in a zone, And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song, And I (I wish) Wish I could teach a could teach a soul to fly, Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them hi, And I Wish God never gave the men power To be able to hurt the people inside the Twin Towers, And I (I wish) Wish God woulda turned they hearts righteous, When they started to take innocent lives and become snipers, But uh We will never break, though they devistate, we shall motivate, And we gotta pray, all we got is faith. Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day, The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain’t gotta cry today. Sit at the light so long, And then we gotta move straight forward, cuz we fight so strong, So when right go wrong, Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on!!! Let’s HOPE! [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] I wish that you could show some love, Instead of hatin so much when you see some other people commin up (I wish) I wish I could teach the world to sing, Watch the music and have ‘em trippin of the joy I bring, (shiit) I wish that we could hold hands, Listen instead of dissin lessons from a grown man, And I (I wish) Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks Brand new shack and a lack that’s on dubs, And I Wish we could keep achieving wonders, See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, (you feel me) (I wish) And I hope all the kids eat, And don’t nobody in my family see six feet, (ya dig) I hope them mothers stain’ strong, You can make it whether you wit him or your mans gone, And I (I wish) Wish I could give every celly some commissary, And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R. Kelly, And I Wish that DOC could scream again And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, (shit) (I wish) Then one day they could speak again, I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN, I wish that enemies could talk, And that super homie Christopher Reeves could still walk, (I wish) I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin the right thing Hustle hard so the kids maintain up in the game, Let’s HOPE [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] Wish the earth wasn’t so apocalyptic, I try to spread my message to the world the best way I can give it, We can make it always so optimistic, If you don’t listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it, I pray for justice when we go to court, Wish it was all good so the country wouldn’t have to go to war, Why can’t we kick it and just get em on, And in the famous words of Mr. King “Why can’t we all just get along”, Or we can find a better way to shop and please, And I Hope we find a better way to cop a keys, And I Wish everybody would just stop and freeze, And ask way are we fulfillin these downfalls and prophecies, You can be wrong if it’s you doubting, With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains, And only the heavenly father and ease the hurt, Just let it go and keep prayin on your knees in church!! And let’s HOPE [ ( x 2 ) Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful |
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| 3:34 |
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| 9. |
| 3:07 |
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| 10. |
| 3:45 |
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| 11. |
| 4:07 |
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| 12. |
| 4:53 |
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And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind
With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, it's time" Now when the game is on the line, I'm ready for competition It don't take no coach permission, I'll always play my position I'm a leader but I listen they tell me the time is ticking But I still ain't gonna let them see me sweat, no And when your palms all sweaty, hear your stomach butterflyish If you miss it, you're a loser, if you make it, you're the fliest Pedals to be the highest but always remain humble As long as you walking up you can stumble If you want to be a doctor or a lawyer, long as you not on the corner Long as them grades is good, you can do what the fuck you want ta I ain't trying to be a bitch nor your mother or father If you don't give a fuck then why the fuck would I even bother, man And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, it's time" I can dribble pass your team, I drive through traffic And when the dunk now your school, need to buy new basket You foul me, you know it's on so why you asking I'll bounce in the stands like you buy new classic On the court focus still sneak a peak at your ho And the crowd to the beat sneak a squeak on the floor To get me at your college, you'd best pay me Give me a car and help me cheat on my SAT Steal class in the bathroom and roll up a blunt Shoot dice at lunch and won't show up for practice Me and Jordan got the same kind of hang time I'm gonna get drunk and fucked up but still ready come game-time And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, 'cuz it's time" 'Cuz I'm a coach, not a playa, they tell y'all no, they tell me yeah The rhyme say I make 3 point shots look like layups I pick and roll wit whoever, you see these letters on my jersey So you know who's betta I started 5 as cobra, take a look at it Murph throw the ball through his legs And back wit it like hot sauce did it Big Lee's our center bro', he throw the ball as hella-hard I'm a point like a guard and my range is hella-far Slo's mascot never playing hard, him and J.B. to a betta car Betta car, who betta car? Him and J.B. to a betta car So put me in coach, so put me in coach I am so fly that you gotta put me in coach And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, it's time" |
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| 4:04 |
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Corner Boys
What love can do What love can do I'm losing sleep over you Look what you've done to me Not saying you ain't the truth This love's no fantasy Sometimes I'm so sick of you I need some therapy Just like an addict on you Make no recovery So should I stay, should I go Do I do,do I don't Will I, will i won't Do like my my mama told me? That's what love can do(now I know) Everything just ain't good for you (Cause I'm feeling like a fool, a fool) It's got me so confused (Oh baby) Maybe that's just what love can do (Love can do, oh) What love can do See, you sweep me off of my feet Then bring me down my knees And then occasionally I'm like some where in between Every time we get it right,we go wrong And tell me why does every fight turn Oh, oh, whoa So Should I go Oh Do like my mama told me? Now I know I said I'm feeling like a fool, a fool Oh baby Love can do (Hey) Every time we fuss and fight (I'm headed for the door) And I know inside this shit ain't right (But it makes me you want) My friends tell me that I should bounce (Maybe I should just up and leave yeah) But they can't say cause they don't know (Just what you do to me, you do to me) Oh baby See everything just ain't good for you Oh oh But it feels so good But now I know oh oh Ha, that's what love can do To you Know everything, it just ain't good for you No, no, no I'm so confused What love can do Uh uh Uh huh Mm yeah Oh Baby Do do do do Hey, hey Mm, mm, mm mm |
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| 3:38 |
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