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[Intro]
Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh! "Once again back is the incredible - the incredible" [Verse 1] Stop the presses I'm back! Cook Coke that is Crack, ain't been gone before a week And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space Pile high to the top of the Empire State CRACK!!! (CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!) Once again so you know it Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours Truly just check the suicide doors Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor Lookin back I did the shit to death I guess I ain't killin it this rhyme I'm here to raise the dead I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build And I'm - Joe Crack BX finest Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this [Chorus] I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all gasp saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4 Cause down in New York they saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" [Verse 2] Dope man dope man, I got that coke man Brother Joe man the king of the streets TS we incredibly credible like Stun said It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads And you know that K go chop chop chop In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop I'm from Misery Boulevard, right across the street From I Hope You Die Place, in school study the crime rate That's when it became apparent to me That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me I plead innocent your honor I'm just a product of the streets, product of some beef Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece Problem is when I win, my team eats But wait, just think the opposite of that You'll be starin down the opposite side of them gats nigga [Chorus] I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all gasp saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4 Cause down in New York they saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" [Verse 3] Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back Ask for the money and drugs, say you ain't got that Where the cops at? prayin that they comin Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach On my waist you know I got keep that oven For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz the heat's running on high Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie [Chorus] I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all gasp saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4 Cause down in New York they saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" [Just Blaze scratches throughout] [Outro] Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh! Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid! Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! New York!!!! |
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This is this is this is...
I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more Cost you when my lid just twist to one side We dibt bitch we don′t snitch we stick and just ride and I.. Never gave a fuck about po po Niggas so gangsta make a songs about my 4 4 My my 4 4 4 4 Gets worse $$$ shit when I visit the church I′m down with TD Jakes Kirk Franklin Better have my overlin plate filled with franklins blastin me I have niggas that blast for me wst touch askin′ me CRACK Show me where the safe at I lay em down with the mac leave em face flat listen You don′t wanna start no drama We don′t scrap when theres problems We just clap revolvers men Get it coke let it go heavy mo sippin mo didn′t know better know now I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more Up n pass hilton suite Crossin path this chick take me I probably win her Osacr didn′t know hit ten feet You need a ladder just to sit on me In the ring screamin viva tito with don king at maden square arena pee awa Pull mamai to the side she feenin yellin gasolina Now how many bricks does it take To moll a lat 36 groom estates follow me I can phili eat cheese steaks in a red belly call bitch v8 Is joe′s crib for reals and even want kids in school to go kill crack in back Now thats the sourcers you should know how shit hon go now follow me I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more That′s the sound of the man workin on the chain yea ye yeah crack And we don′t see no body makin hands stand up like growin up goddy Hit lyrics everytime we come out nigga Use fist full to come out your mouth The way I stack white these dayz Lookin like chick that go with flava flav and im so so real Niggas wanna kill the Don front of my house Probably with my son in may arms but I Drop em like its hot Pass my glock My lil shorty tip of the old plot Go against cok let em miss you I give you then ways to kill of the whole block I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more - |
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[Lil Jon]
Stop! It's the mother fucking remix [Mase] Uh yea Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Uh yea Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Come on I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Come on [Ma$e] Yo yo yo yo its deja vu And the day ya'll do It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave Who else could take 5 years off Cold turkey come back and fly lears off Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff If haters wanna hate then its their loss Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on Car grills so big you can cook a steak on People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song You play Clark Kent you better have your cape on Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Eminem] You don't want no problems with Harlem You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster You don't want no drama with the blond bomber Original don dotta of the blond bottle The model from white America Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the percentages of the press we don't The best from each coast The midwest to the dirty dirty Even further to Miami All the way back to Californ-i-a It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and tell him about the storm coming all our way So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait Shake that ass a little more my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Fat Joe] No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me Nigga not me Got the streets asking damn who can top P Summer jam killed it man they did it all with 1 beat I guess I'm bicoastal now Took a down south brother to bring your boy out As the wheel keeps spinning I can hear Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he out No Joey bring them semi's out Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out So much rappers acting in the game I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out Lean back mother fucker This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker It's good coke crack preach it to your brother The mic more rap and preach you mother fucker [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Lil Jon] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back lean back I Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away, bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back lean back Hey |
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* feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin
[Fat Joe] Ha, ha, ha, ha Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh For my dirty, dirty D.C. what? Uh, yeah, uh, T.S. Remix y'all [Remy Martin] Remix y'all [Fat Joe] Remix y'all [Remy Martin] The remix y'all [Fat Joe] Crack is back again (ooo-oooh) Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh) [Remy Martin] And when it's packed like The Garden You know it's the Squadron [Fat Joe] The god, Fat Joe [Remy Martin] And that bitch, Remy Martin [Remy Martin & R. Kelly] We thuggin' [Fat Joe] You know the rest Got the tank top on that show the vest [Remy Martin] I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts And they all think Joe the best [Fat Joe] Well it's on if they got no regrets Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress [Remy Martin] Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess But, I got four niggas in my truck [Fat Joe] And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up [Remy Martin] I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk [Remy Martin & Fat Joe] We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [Noreaga] Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?) Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?) Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block You see, uh [Noreaga & R. Kelly] We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and [Noreaga] Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere) It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that) Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all) I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!) [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [Busta Rhymes] In 2001, we move fast I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can) Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man) Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) |
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