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[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)] I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me) I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay) I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man) I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang) (Look at me) (Don Matta') (Poppa Don) [Ice Cube] Check my blood pressure, they think they fresher than the Don Prescription pills to keep me calm, Nigga, I'm da bomb! In the black Testerosa, Sippin' on Mimosa, A bleedin' ?nosa? I'm in the West, we ain't got the ?nego? Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico When I okay it, So much cheese, you got to weigh it Never thought these niggaz was the feds "Freeze" was the sound I started lettin' off rounds, lay the whole fuckin' room down I don't wanna see Your Honor, Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana, Smokin' marijuana in my sauna, I done hade it with these attics and faggots, They them rattic causin' static, bring me my A-U-T-O-matic, oh niggaz wanna se how we ride Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side, world muthafuckin' wide. [Chorus] Make yo' hustle official, And them niggaz that's wit' you, gotta push tha issue, on the fools that dis you, whether pump or pistol, when it's up in yo' gristle, hand yo' mama a tissue, If I decide to kiss you. *hook* (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me") Can you dig her? It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga Wit' the triggas at yo' dome, we like to roam, Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb and find the money that's gone And we'll take you, shake you, break you, take two, play you on wit' the chrome, nigga shoot! Execute, they try to electrocute I got too much loot Ya say I'm on yo' hit list, You niggaz miss, tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into Swiss Rappers make bucks and I can hear it, hard to fear it, 'Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics It's the boss player, never lost hair over assholes, blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpoles Like a bullfrog, nigga I'm a bullhog, guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians, or killas on T.V. can see, we got the real ones So check yo' muthafuckin CD-Rom and your World Wide Web, dot com, It's the Don Mega! *chorus* *hook* [Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)] What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) x3 What cha call it? (Hustle, man) [Ice Cube] Ask About me x2 |
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| 4:35 |
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Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation Brrrrr Brrrrr Brrrrr Verse 1: Ice Cube I got lyrics that wake up spirits They told me how to make big hits and spend digits Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed Like you shit I got rhymes push that shit like weight My nigga Lincoln help me navigate Thru this hate retaliate, it's official I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb When I hit you Push the issue My ghetto dope is amazin The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough And baby ain't old enough For this game I'm rollin up De-zamn it feels good to be the don Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit Chorus: Ice Cube A yeah yeah I push rhymes like weight I push rhymes like weight (4X) Verse 2: Ice Cube I hold zone like a Corleone No more fuckin with that homegrown Hit the shit we on The rolleo's and the baggetts You still fuckin with them faggets We turn haters into maggets Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me Constantly, put the hustle down With four or five niggas that's musclebound Send your head to the taxidermist Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos You got to earn this, you can't take it Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega Walkin with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin chedda You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade (Ch-ching) (since the tenth grade) (Ch-ching) (What you need) Chorus Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit Uncandid, it's the young bandit Fresh out the trenches, the wood works City of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks >From shattered glass, down the pig locks Want tips by the clock You niggas scramblin for fouyan And settle for crumbs and croutans I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes You niggas bound and nullified Sit back and mine stack it multiply Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop [IC]A yeah yeah [MSK]I push rhymes like weight [MSK]I push rhymes like weight (2X) [IC]A yeah yeah [IC]I push rhymes like weight [IC]I push rhymes like weight (2X) [Ice Cube] (starts during chorus) Ask about me Worldwide baby Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah) Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand Puttin it down We wanted in fifty states for this weight (A yeah yeah) Pushin rhymes like weight Pushin rhymes like weight (A yeah yeah) Yeah, blaze one for the nation (A yeah yeah) You know my name You know my name (A yeah yeah) You know my name [Mr. Short Khop] Yeah, some of you fools just got in it and think you gonna change the game You ain't changin nothin [Ice Cube] I been doin this, I been doin this Ask about me Ask about me |
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Supreme gangsta shit
We dream gangsta shit *rain pouring* Yes *electric shock, beaker tingling* Yes *knock on dorr* Yeah what is it? *continual knocking on door* What is it?!? (Doctor, is everything alright?) Yes, I'm straight, go to bed *thunder claps* *animal screams* Yeah! Yeah! *woman screaming* It's ALIVE! It's pourin rain, thunder and lightning Clash of the titans, I'm home writin Gangsta rap has arrived, I'm the only man alive October 31st, 1985 Hard times, just got harder Adolescent Ice Cube, the shit starter A martyr, thanks to the father for bein this mean as sixteen raps, feel like the bitch scream You learned about your triple beam from me You stopped payin for pussy and hit that ass for free A little G never thought, that I could change the world witta attitude, a Raider jacket and a jheri curl Got every girl wantin to do me, screw me Boyz N The Hood, the first rap, the first movie Oooh wee *woman screaming* it's alive So whatchu gon' do 24-7, 3-65 Dr. Frankenstein Dr. Frankenstein Ooooh wee, it's alive You better run and hide Cover your ears and your eyes (x2) The world had to bow to this new style Dial 9-1-1, makin more money than the law allow But Fuck Tha Police, they can get deez Now who was sayin shit like that before me? No-body, but everybody wanna take the star's place and be Scarface in the car chase Illigitimate, counterfeit Even got white boys talkin shit off the shit I invent No no, motherfuckers musta took a photo Tryin to call my gangsta shit 'mafioso' but who ya usin? Fool it ain't no solution to the evolution, of pimps and prostitution I cuss, skanlous, I give a rush to niggas who mind turn to mush, smokin on brush Hush, I'm just a lush for this Hen Chrome electroids, connected to my pen When, blowin motherfuckers ain't knowin what we goin through Spiritually, lyrically showin you They call me, 'AmeriKKKa's Most Hated' Gettin liberated by this monster I created Dr. Frankenstein We love to bump you Frankenstein Yo' shit is the best Take my body and my mind Don't fuck with the stress Hit me with that game to win If you want, hit me again We love you Frankenstein We love you Frankenstein Now how many times did a nigga have to warn ya? Ya fuckin up the formula (call the coroner) It's outta hand, cos sucker ass niggas like you try to pay the rent off my blueprint New cent to the industry You thought my shit was biodegradable, uh uh, it's unfadeable Unstoppable, runnin through your suburbs Incredible thug words We gets down, nigga do the Monster Mash and watch a nigga like me collect monster cash Cos I'm sittin wit this bitch who got monster ass Keep em wonderin how long the Don will last And never pass, and when I want it buttered on toast Can't no nigga see Ice Cube on no coast So all you gotta do is focus and see that I'm the fuckin loccest with this hocus pocus Dr. Frankenstein Dr. Frankenstein, ugh Ooooh wee, it's alive You better run and hide Cover your ears and your eyes (x4) |
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[+AD+] Ice Cube
Ice Cube! [Cube] That's Don Mega to you, you cocksucker [+AD+] I am the Angel of Death And your name is on my list [Cube] Sheeyit! [+AD+] Come with me.. [Cube] I ain't goin nowhere wit yo' ass And if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right here Don Mega! *echoes* [repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background] Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party, I can provide the army! Join the party, I can provide the army!! Join the party, I can provide the army!!! Verse One: Ice Cube Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside, with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen And when we on the mission, call your mortician Join the party, I can provide the army!! First we flank em then we spank em.. I outrank em! You can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign Ten years great, one of the ten great Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia 2002, see Ice Cube Fuck a five-star, I'm a live star What you got to die for? Who you wanna ride for? Fuck dying! (Fuck dying!) Don Mega! *echoes* [repeat line 2X] Verse Two: Ice Cube It's the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide Worldwide, your highness, the finest Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jemimah Physi-cal, nigga roll with the winners After these dinners, go out and represent us We got antennas, scanners and satellites To see if you battle right, we got to bite Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slug See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds Foe to mighty one, it's the mighty son Fuck dying! *echoes* Yeah.. Don Mega! *echoes* [repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background] Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party, I can provide the army! Join the party, I can provide the army!! Join the party, I can provide the army!!! Fuck dying!!! I can provide the army (4X) Join the party! In the ghetto, in the ghetto In the city, the suburbs.. penetentiary! Join the party! In the county.. Fuck dying, fuck dying! Join the party, I can provide the army (yeayayyyy) Join the party, I can provide the army! (yeayayyyy) Join the party, I can provide the army!! (yeayayyyy) Join the party, I can provide the army!!! (fuck dying!) I can provide the army (4X) Eternal life baby Eternal life (2X) .. Hear ye, hear ye! All connect gang members and powers are to meet at the West Wing To be led into battle by the one and only Ice Cube the Great! |
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Ice Cube the great!!
"He has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower.. to.. blow up the Bradley vehicle.. and in fact his words were, 'We are ready for war.. let's get it on'" War.. "War, and peace" Sing it! *singer interprets No Doubt's "Don't Speak" War and peace... (Sing it!) War and peace, forever! War and peace, together.. always! I'm at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV A gang against you niggaz on the shore Either or, your whole family is on the floor Windows breakin all around em, you can't climb this mountain I'm at the fountain, with my troops I start screamin at em like Patton, we gattin at you fools! *Repeat Negotiate... strategy is the key! I hope they ain't... exclusively after me! Cause if they are... we gots to be who we be! And make a star... out of a head enemy! The papers said... that he died tragically! They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy! We made a pledge... to the Dub-S-C! Bloodshed... if they got no love for peace! Sing it! *Repeat I'd rather break bread than uhh, break your head Break your legs, have em broken, I ain't no joke Don't provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs Just show a nigga love when I'm rollin on them dubs Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece Westside for Life but still down with the East Sing it! *Repeat (x2) After the haters attempt to blow up his car We find our hero, Ice Cube, on the ground Bruised, but not beaten He pulls out his cell phone.. WITH THE CHIP! And begins to dial Mack One-Oh Who's faded and rolling through Inglewood with Mr. Short KHOP Words.. are spoken |
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Life....
niggas used to come and get me when it was time to disagree with an enemy pass the hennessy it gives me energy packed the gat in the small of my back where these niggas at I clear the whole pack talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet smokin' on a wet cigarette (who these niggas think they are) (wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar) I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis shootin' at your neighbors (cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up) hot rocks fly from the back seat and busta ass niggas run like a track meet an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what) killer king is the hospital feelin' numb from the bullets I hum and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there (Foe life) I'm still there my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass up early in the morning takin' out the trash feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what) tryin' be ghetto stars they said: Are you from the westside is it so? i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me) in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud puddle full of blood left for dead the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center as I enter I.C.U. he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide at night I jerk and jerk but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn) now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair fuck a V-A they need G-A gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal same corner same hood I'm still there with bandanas tied to my wheel chair To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired they mad cuz my tongue get tired now everybody wanna put they dope on me sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD I'm sitting on a doorway duece five Dependin on that to keep my ass alive I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet Fool I'm a Vet Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair (x2) Life..... Yea.... Life... Yea.... Life... Life.... Dedicated to all the ghetto vets for every nigga that done took one for the hood |
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Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece but god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!) Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go Parking lot to the spot, Marriott Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free I'm talkin greed Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed (x2) We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency (x2) Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The bitch threw her tits, asked my click who we play fo' Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious Surround the airport with feds and helicopters Escorted, detained and deported Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us We the clear-est, you can fear us Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors Break em all, pull over and jump out Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick These bitches all on the dick Ice Cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal* (Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it (x2) You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow (Do you wear a vest?) No Niggaz hit me I'ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict the nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South Picked up a ounce in |
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[Master P:]
Yo, niggas, what's happenin' out there? This muthafuckin' MP, nigga to kizzon. You heard me? Hookin' out with my nigga, Ice Cube & all. We servin' y'all salted niggas, hot wings, nigga. Y'all better realize that this muthafuckin' War & Peace shit, so muthafuckin' Trill. I mean so muthafuckin' real. When niggas from the sizzouth & niggas from the west & the east & the muthafuckin' north hook up And show y'all muthafuckers that don't matter. Where ya from is how ya come 'cause we all 'about that cheddar nigga the green muthafuckin' Benjamin's. You heard me? We gon' stay 'About It, 'About It, rowdy, rowdy And my real niggas, this shit for y'all. |
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Whassup Cube dog?
I got this bitch-ass nigga right here Y'know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin? Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business Puttin ass over cash everyday Nigga fuck that, this Westside Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furious Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious I'm serious! I don't give a fuck where he is Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me How the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me Up in this game ever since you was a lame Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar from across the water, watch your daughter She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon While you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, bitch Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don't need no honey, that's right Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said! *We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!) We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!) Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? Me! I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly You can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!) You must want to die, don't get the lye after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave for the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now I'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch Nigga what? on the microphone If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home Tight as a Corleone You got to get your own, baby get on, now *Repeat Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know on payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance 'Specially fuckin up my plans I'm the boss, I can be late but you'll never see her and me, over currency Givin you the third degree, cause you got too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny Stop fuckin on them dum-dums Find one with some ass and some income Who wanna win? Who wanna spin? Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight *Repeat (x2) Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga For what? (Never... fuck a bitch nigga) For what? She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool (Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?) Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash nigga) Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy) Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys) Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash) Never ass over cash |
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| 3:39 |
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(feat. Mack 10)
[Intro - Sleep] Hey wassup Cube? Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse) Y'know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man (The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse) Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man [Ice Cube] Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching) Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with Their fantasies of a life stress-free Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys But this bullshit is so thick, it's like mountains Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles Soon they realise, I don't invest in hoes Sometimes it's like hell on earth When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth It's the curse (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math When you hot, they think you got more than you got When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math I start to scream shit like "May day, may day" Cos motherfuckers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day And like I said, it's the curse of money They start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha) See this ass kissin yes man Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an Fuck every phony ass nigga round me Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!) Got to have some gas money if you goin If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin? In '98 don't shit come free Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh wee When you hot, they think you got more than you got When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math [Mack 10] To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick No time for drama, busters get sprayed Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody) Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen What the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me (What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures when I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching) Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend It's the curse [Ice Cube] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [aha] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [1 million, 2 million] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [3 million] (The curse, the curse) Do the math When you hot, they think you got more than you got [Yeah they do] When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop [Motherfuckers] I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math [Better do it] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [Get the fuck outta here] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [With dollar signs in your eyes] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [Ha ha, sheeit] (The curse, the curse) Do the math [Outro - Ice Cube] Leave your ass broke Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it |
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"In the deep and dark bowels of the underworld,
order must be maintained. Without a strict and unforgiving chain of command, chaos is inevitable." Whassup youngsta? Since you the new booty, and don't know nothin, I got to show you bout the peckin order It's the order in how we do things and move things See, somebody gon' tell you what to do after I tell that motherfucker what to do It's the peckin order (*echo*) It's the peckin order (*echo*) We got the power to make you niggaz sour Big fish whale like Ichikowa, steppin out the shower It's the peckin order, ask ya daugther how we peck Inspect, high class ass to projects Push my Lex through the California rain, gutter lane Infamous schemes on the brain for my connect gang, put a strain on every link in our chain, that's right - we all get arraigned Takin sworn notes to makin c-notes Knowin all the while that bullshit floats and niggaz don't So nigga don't - gangsta paradise ain't nuttin nice Yeah we livin so trife we need Je-sus in our life *It's the peckin order It's the order how we do things and move things, only fuck with the true things Havin heavy intercourse with the world of depression Messin with the wrong bitches never learn our lesson Stressin, no guessin, never question Even when we playin, we testin, confession Do you still wanna meet where the killers eat? Held accountable for anythang you repeat It's the peckin order, ask your daughter how we peck When we smoke you, it's your best friend you suspect *Repeat Now c'mon, come on potnah, c'mon (it's the peckin order) Fuck that, I don't wanna hear none of that shit man All that cryin and beggin and shit To be honest wit you that shit really don't even affect me in no kind of way potnah You wastin your muthafuckin time (it's the peckin order) Let's get this shit goin, let's get it over with C'mon back here, back here I can't make no motherfuckin mess right here Check this out homie, make it easy on yourself I know you want a motherfuckin open casket where your peoples can see you and kiss on you but you gon' piss me off and I'ma blow noodles out your motherfuckin head and ain't none of that happenin after that So, c'mon back here, c'mon, right - c'mon, ay But you know, one more thing before I do this {*BLAM!!*} It's the peckin order (*echo*) It's the peckin order (*echo*) It's the peckin order (*echo*) |
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| 12. |
| 3:51 |
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(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fuckin door! *car door opens and closes* Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man) Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh) Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through Got the chauffer pullin over Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission Close the partition, he like to listen All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop in its purest form before the eye of the storm I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin They scream for the limousine, it's all clean Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo" Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh) Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin and how I'm knowin to keep it cracked open Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin Got shit to hold my own, big bucks But Khop's soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts Put to the test then put two to rest Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest Hold it now tell a few, legitimate We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit and split this shit for three days, count it three ways Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice that keep ??? moist Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us I stay connected til death do us You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS) The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac These fuckers pull up in a Ac They don't understand the impact Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that? They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) *motorcycle speeding past* cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me Stop the car and blast the paparazzi *gun shots, motorcycle* You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh) |
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| 13. |
| 3:05 |
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Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe Yellin through the screen do' (HEY, let me in!) (Big Daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin) Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I'm dyin to get her I'm sittin in yo' livin room, slash kitchen A nigga ain't tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin *knock knock knock* I like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do' Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo' baby daddy lookin like he mad at me (what) wit'cho name on his neck Here we go with mo' drama in the projects Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker? You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin Nick that bud 'fore it bloom, and start stalkin I can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin Youse a FOOL if you think that I'm jumpin in That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet? Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks while I'm drinkin all the Kool-Aid, watchin Jamie Foxx I'm hearin mo' knocks *knock knock knock* (Oh, that's just my people They came all the way to the projects to meet you) Who? This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through Distraction, a little action, *fight ensues* I woke up Tied up like (What happened? Punk you shoulda stuck to rappin Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum.. Where the platinum at motherfucker? I hear that shit worth more than gold!) Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house! Once upon a time in the projects (x3) Once upon a time, once upon a time I'm like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock* Another knock, it's the girl from two-ten here to drop salt, that's when them bitches fought I thought, "I bet-ta plan my escape" In the midst of this commotion, Ice Cube is breakin tape I'm free, bombin on the first thing I see And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin It's the baby daddy he ain't playin, *gunshots* He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown I'm runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do' and grab the phone, the bitch phone ain't turned on I think I'm gone, that's when I hear a soft knock It's the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock Said, "Call me up, if it's for sex, or chin check Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!" And I just might do that Once upon a time in the projects (x3) Once upon a time, once upon a time |
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| 14. |
| 3:28 |
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Yeah that's cool
Er, everything closed so we just We might as well just go straight to the hotel And just get some rest Let me slide this dick up on in ya If I was fucking you right about now You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah) Have to go brag to your fucking crew On how this rap nigga dick you down Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down Who this bitch nigga wit' you now? Do we know about your X-files? And your sex styles? And all the niggaz that you think about fucking And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha) If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright You're cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype) Get the fuck on 'fore these niggaz start to fight I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool) Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the piss The horny weight dick gettin' laid is for chips Bitch I'm tryina' make grits Him in with the trojan pack 'o six Hin the gin and juice the mix No time to pause, gots to drop draws Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down walls With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up) Hit the twat chopper style Bang it up back (echo) *If I was fucking you (echo) (overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on If I was fucking you, you'd be like fuck everybody Kill, this pussy yours Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors Doin' chores for a nigga Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga At the motelly, got you on your belly In come morcelli Niggaz calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights So we can try to reform these potential dites If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah) Buying nigga shit, that you don't even know (mm) Credit card maxed out Bank account tapped out Writin' bad cheques (hahaha) When I call you break your neck You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me These buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy (He was fucking me?) for sheazly If I was fucking you, I'd let the homies fuck too Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're through Hey you feenin' cooch screamin', heatin' cleanin' Tag-teamin', suckin' semen (echo) Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you) Hold it till you've chocked off the bitched and got got And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot *Repeat Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha Ango urgin', probably be vomiting dick for a week though Suckin' on semen, hahahahahahah... Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just might get it |
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| 15. |
| 4:59 |
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Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup?
Yeah I was thinking about you the other day And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass I should have left you right where I founnd you My bed (echo) When I was with you all you ever do was bitch Talk shit, but you could suck dick So I didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin' On New Year's Eve, the night I was bussin'(wow) I would stress and strain to mantain And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah) Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises (She's dead) Homie histor An' outa nowhere your ass got hard Poured out the pub, then you got drugged We at it again, I tried to count to ten There's no end to your naggin' You can't treat me like I'm faggin', hoe You see I'm saggin' (no) Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why) To be king of my motherfucking castle You'll never be the missus (never) Breakin' all my dishes And fuck all my X-bitches *Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours *Repeat On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm grown So stop playing on my phone (stop) It was a time we used to bump and grind And find heaven (ahh) Without a motherfucking reverend Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages And dreams of three-car garages You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio Come to find out you the hoe, oh And you was way out Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha) You made yourself loud and clear You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch) Started fucking with this baller named Chris Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist I kept on writing my raps with profanity Now I'm on tour fucking bitches like Fanady You tried to diss this, now you missed this And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas Send me naked pictures but give it a rest With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast Now you at the back door of my show Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no), Hell no but it's still delicious Went from rags to riches And fuck all my X-bitches **Fuck you, fuck you, especially you The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours **Repeat Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to fuck 'em" Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?" Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch) Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who?) Second cousin, friend Bitch since when? Incest ain't the way I swing (nah) Never bought your ass a goddamn thing That I had to pay for I was hateful Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful Fuckin' everything that I could get my paws on Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on Now I'm on the mic, music is my life Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn) It's your thing if you like the switches But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches *Repeat **Repeat Never go down the same road twice Advice from the big homie Ice Cube Hmm, girl you better get away from here I don't want that shit no more Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you I done got smarter. I done got smarter I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter |
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| 16. |
| 4:44 |
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Dear Mama, If some people came by the house lookin for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube. *Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done (x2) Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right) This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night) Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on Cos this the same street I got shot on So God bless Don Polla, double-s I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on double breath Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information Got the feds seekin, incarceration Niggaz say my name popped up Bitch hop up Nigga close the shop up They try to stop em My cash flow leave me asshole neck it Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties **Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath It's so hard to get a room without a credit card It's so hard not to let em know where you are Tried to get a rent a car But he laughed when I showed him cash Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass Went to Vegas for the weekend Met a hoe down freakin Hey bitch, why you sneakin? Grabbed the paper out her hand Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck) Same height, same age (click-click) Rap gauge, put it down the G-way Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway She say "Let's hear the circle K" Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's my motto and I gotta warn ya before I'm through, I'm going back to California *Repeat **Repeat My boys Utah to Illinois Set the poise, so I can infiltrate All fifty states Can't wait till I'm back on my feet Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep Low key you feds can't see me I'm up in D.C. with strike number three Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes Don't give a fuck who's on the ?marin or the mic I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck) Federal, don't like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual Tried to turn me into a vegetable An I'm 'a sue all black and blue When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y'all) Big grey bus, scandalous Cos they can't stand us They get excited and I try to fight it (mama) I'm going back to Cali to show, extradited *Repeat **Repeat Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a polaroid Got to be the regular pictures An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know. Like they playin with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama It's my life |
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| 17. |
| 4:28 |
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One mo' strike and I'm through, nigga
Bottom of the ninth swingin, for my life I'm up at the plate, goin for the gate They got my moms seated in section eight Been on deck since my last felony I'm that 0 for 2 mothafucka With the Louisville Slugger Shay Whitie, that left hand punk is on the mound and he comin wit dat off-speed junk Its the Westside Hustlaz, vs these LA Pigs You can say the damned vs the nigs My little homies in the dugout They lookin' sad, cuz fourteen niggas done struck-out My first offense was possession of weed Now I'm in the major leagues and that mothafucka Bill Clinton-is a son of a bitch had the nerve to throw out the first pitch I'm just tryin' to get rich like Trump The Home Run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk How the fuck can I stay out the pen When its one-two-three strikes you in *One-two three strikes you in Now how the fuck a nigga supposed to stay out the pen, I'm on a blend of Gin and Hen, everyday of my life With two strikes it ain't right He's in the wind-up Here come the pitch I swing, aw shit (foul tip) They felt the chill cuz if I get on first You know the deal - a niggas gots to steal Like to steal home and I betcha That I can run over, the LA Pig catcher Just because I'm black, wit a bat They wanna send a nigga back to the warning track fulla count they say I won't amount to shit But fool I can hit like Kenny Grit With a split in my mouth on tha cellular phone (It's going, going, gone!) And watch a pitcher get served You from tha LA Pigs I know you coming with a curve Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter I'm the designated hitter, a nigga much badder, than Babe Ruth Will I tell the truth and nothing but the truth Hell yea, I'd rather be shootin' hoops Cuz a niggas guaranteed to win Against a bullshit loss and three strikes you in Take me out to the ballgame Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what) Another nigga on trial Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh And fuck you Cracker Jack I hope I never come back I gots to root for my homeboys If they dont win its a shame Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in twenty-five years of pain you know my name They wanna nigga to run and get hung high strung, so this pig can win the Cy-Young I'ma hit this mothafucka a mile In the batters box, high as Steve Hal You can't salary cap my gat No strike, cuz gangsta-rap is on the map I'm like Satchel Paige wit a gauge Or Jackie Robinson, when I'm robbin' one of you Cracker Jacks fool I'm a mothafuckin vet And fuck yo seventh-inning stretch, so Take me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood name In your Ghetto Hall of Fame *Repeat (x3) Yea (It ain't right) Playin' people like a game (It aint right) Human beings, puttin' em in a jar (It aint right) for double life, triple life (It aint right) Take me out to the ballgame Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what) Another nigga on trial Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh And fuck you Cracker Jack I hope I never come back I gots to root for my homeboys If they dont win its a shame Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in twenty-five years of pain you know my name You know my name (wha what, wha what) (x4) If I die tonight, you know who did it (you know) If I ride tonight, you know who did it (you know) If they sheck me up, you know who did it (don't guess) If they check my nuts, you know who did it (get 'em) If they break my bank, you know who did it (yea) If they pull my rank, you know who did it (get 'em) If they sock me up, you know who did it (yea) If they lock me up, you know who did it (get 'em) If they smear my name, you know who did it If they kill my game, you know who did it Remember me (you know who did it) Wha what, wha what (you know who did it) |
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| 18. |
| 4:13 |
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"Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes
We've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock In the penal system. In the justice system" Penitentiary, I hear you calling me (x4) As the world turns, it burns while it's spinning Coming to a fucked-up ending I can't wait till the day everything in the hood is straight And I can hit the purty gates Until then, the pen is unfair Slave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma) I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma) Bellin' in court, lookin' like a scarecrow On Capital Hill, they them passed a bill Coming at me with a fucked-up deal (nah) The judge gave me a 'L' But y'all can't tell I wait and cry in my cell Convicted negro, superhero Speaker at our house Takin' lyrics in my mouth Bitches in the south showin' ass (mm) Mix a lot, got hoes puttin titties on the glass We blast in the west for example And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples Yo' babies see me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!) And straight call me a G *Penitentiary, I hear you calling me Penitentiary, I hear you calling me Thinkin' of illegal ways to get paid But it ain't shit, got to be legit **South-central L.A. You can buy your game from the C.I.A., hey-hey And South-central L.A. You can buy your game from the C.I.A. baby When the evil outweighs the good And you only give a fuck about rucks The Earth will self-destruct (Bitch) Fuck the ozone layer, bitch I'm a playa (Bitch) Plus we got a black mayor I get sex when I shows flex (Booom!) Porbey Rolex (Booom!) Which hoe is next? (Booom!) Would you like a piece of me? Not a mate Calling you a hoe 'cos I'm fucking on the first day (uh) My world is a one-mile radius I swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh) Could the crips and bloods be all rotten When the trilateral commission is plottin'? What you gonna do when the Earth erupts? Some niggaz gettin' nuts outa carafel cups (punk) Fool you on master's woe But won't even think about, sucking Bob Doe (punk) Asshole from the Senate How can you relate to a project tennant? Motherfuck you and not the courtman, no corrections Tryina' get a section of this west-side connection *Repeat (x2) **Repeat Just because you gotta stay You ain't gotta rot away We gon' come and get you one day (repeat until fade) |
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