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the prfecional yah part one yah yah this iz it it comes yah yah yah lets go
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This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets
(Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) They call me Drag-On, its time to bomb, I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks, I'ma hurt'em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on!My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll! [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and ou |
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Featuring DMX]
Ugh Dmx Clueminati Is ya'll motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride! Grrrrr! When I speak I'm understood my decision is wood See what I'm able to see (ugh) cuz my vision is good It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man So I chill and when I can kill this guy's whole fam Something better to be thought dumb and remain silent Then to open your mouth and remove (?) cuz if it came violent See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore You don't really want what you asking me for It's a war (ugh), when it's on it's on, when I'm long (what) Till I'm gone and I ain't got long But while I'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn Be (?) after this money (what) and ya'll niggaz gonna learn All this fucking weak you've been talking about that driveby And they did nothing but driveby's Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good (Uhh) Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real Yeah cuz if it's on it's on And if you cats keep fronting then your ass is gone Uh huh I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh) Always make sure I know where the toast is (uhh) Always cover my tracks when I creep Always get away when I'm done to relax to D I always know the rules of the game before I play And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day Always walk my dogs off the leash and Always get my thoughts off the streets and Always will ever lend a hand in borrow And always no matter what plan for tomorrow I always pay my respects to the dead I always take at least one blood to the head Now always know -- (cut off) is gonna end up getting fucked And always know-- (cut off) is gonna end up getting stuck! I'm always strapped; I'm always cracked I've always rapped; it's always that Always black Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours Never take a man's life cuz you hate yours Never become so involved with something that it blinds you Never forget where you from someone who reminds you Never take for granted what's been given as a gift And if I sleep on -- (cut off) left that nigga stiff Never turn your back on -- you don't trust Never turn your gat on -- and don't bust Never expect to give away with cent -- more than twice Never forget you could get it too for a price Never bring a two and -- if you scared to die Never gonna do it -- if you scared to drive Never gonna be another day it gets dark Never get it -- here for the heart Never say never, cuz I never thought, this never thought never Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with doing better, Dmx! Uhh Dmx Clueminati 9-8 Ruff Ryder's Motherfucker Ya'll niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, For real (uhh!) It's Dark & Hell is Hot Y-O Motherfucker School Street Home of the Brave we all here baby Mundo! Telemundo! What |
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| 5:10 |
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[Featuring Cam'ron Big Pun Noreaga Canibus]
DJ Clue: *with echo effect* Fantastic Four: Cam'ron Pun Nore Canibus Cam'ron: >You never hear that we buckle Beef? We chuckle Scuffle over a game of pinochle Anything up on my money man I gotta see double Unless you want trouble Oh you realer now? I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap put it on the imbecile Crack the Hen Rock style give me the foul Girls grope then I smile That's when they fall cause they met my balls Right after I played ball No wash-up, no nothin'. Hear what I say y'all? O.K. y'all. Ask AJ y'all I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's ass At this other lady's pad To get it on I had to call up Desert Storm My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the Don fall But I'll come inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John Paul Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all My crew'll break each shoulder I'm that nigga they talk about on Street Soldiers Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers We keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each Rover We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin Peace to Lorey Actins, but I get buck wild like Corey Jackson Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off Y'all all soft from smokin Nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like Volkof Know what I mean yo? Notice the cream grow I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like El Nino I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though Jumpin outta Lex Coupe With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the Benz Truck too Big Pun: >Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll wit God, the squad & TS Out wit the B.S. We platinum, they even doubted Jesus Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown Talk of the town Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns I'm on a serious tip You keep playin' and I get furious quick And now I take you for a walk in the ghetto Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit I used to clap shit Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the Ac[ura] Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack It's like that but don't think I won't counter act My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back I'm swift with the mack, quicker than Kung Fu With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose Noreaga: talk about huh? That's what we talk about thug shit ( 4x's ) >Now it's a symphony Without me on it, it ain't a symphony My crew shit on cats without Tiffany N-O-R-E, I just lace the heat I don't complain about the track, give me any beat I get hed in the wip on any street I fuck wit Clue, other cats is snakes I've been fuckin' with Clue since he made 60 minute tapes We copped mad bottles and crushed many grapes We from the hood and they from the hood The difference is we get plaques, they go double wood Took the game right over at the time they could Them niggas silly though, knowin' Nore lay pretty low But them niggas is [ho]mos like the Maxwell video I got 2 albums and 2 cars Now bitches on my dick cause of Chico DeBarge Thugged Out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady) Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets I sold 163 thou[sand] on my 1st week That means I got more fans than you Bigger plans than you We buy real coke, your grams is blue Ai yo, the President is like me, he smoke weed too Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head boo" Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew Canibus, Cam'ron and Punisher too And the beats are usually done by Duro and Clue Canibus: >Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical? My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible Techniques are foreign Far from being borin' My style is hard like cancer without McCorman I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it My styles like AIDS cause don't nobody want it Niggas frontin' like they hard But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude And I'll split your shit, god Right down the middle Play you like a riddle I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple Then trespass on your property like Monopoly Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly Welcome to the Desert Storm annual extravaganza Clue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on Bonanza I feed off weed, natural energy sources Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in Porches Can't be tested or F'ed wit I'm too reckless I chop off heads just to take the necklace The type of Canibus (/cannabis) that's side-effectless The type of shit that get the Question-mark Man arrested Take evasive action Flip like reciprocal fractions Turn the heat up on MCs to watch their meat blacken You try get fly, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye Word up hop, CLUEminat call the cops And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call SWAT Scar your whole squad with bullet scars No holds barred I'll even hassle the National Guard Ready or not like the Fugees Crews be steppin' to me But I wipe em' all out like booty I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me It don't matter whether they on or off duty I murder you brutally when I spit at you My actions are unforgivable Look at what CLUEminati did to you The maximum lyrical Nigga you minimal There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you Motherfucker...CLUEminati 98' DJ Clue: *with echo effect* Dj ClueThe Professional |
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| 3:27 |
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Slick Rick chains ill nigga
Get brains with the fuckin Hilfiger nah Shit changed I gotta rock somethin' flier McGiver get outta shit smooth like that get higher In these kicks prince sneakas jogs is loose robbin truce while my revolver shoots Chinky eyed devils is grin Purple range rovers wakin up with hangovers God damn I need my brain sober So I jump up in the ride and slide Me and my nigga Jon Clue, just called he got the purple 5 Damn nigga's is live, Queensed out Got to put the card hard jeans on I faked out, til this light green caliweed Henisee dro, use to only cop thug sacks but now I cop a oh Six double oh, I trick a couple hoe's Get em in my car, dirty shit all in the fuckin floor Clean that shit up now throw in outside Took about four hundred G's to cop the bulletproof ride Bentley its on, yo we on the world tall We got a show on, top of the coliseum open doors Let them rock-a-way nigga's in Queens bridge startin' shit, chill, calm it down we got to blend it in School of hard knocks shirts, choppin' hurts >From the Hurst, yo corona play the sideline, yea it works Yo when we put it all in the same fam, yo round up the queen's click Check out the game plan Queens's nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro Keep heat for the beef and don't hide yo Young nigga's get cash and cop rides yo Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo Queens nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro Keep heat for the beef, we never hide yo Young nigga's gettin cash and copin rides yo Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo Cause every in brown skin Queensed out from public housin Comes the one known as the garson child, rappers is bowin Look at em, they roll me red carpets praisin me as one of the dead profits When I talk these nigga's heads bobbin Strait out of queens with TNT, they did there first drug stain With one and hundred cop shots, niggas with first scene With D-Days and cop killin, laws was made 10 G's to a witness, you seen a cop get sprayed What's on the AGQ club or club Mercedes Sunrise, movie theaters to chill with our ladies Load up the 80's cause cop killin craz is crazy 40 to basely, Q gardens to woodhaven To AQ that got booted barrel goddy that was made in Whips on the vanwick queens day and shy stadium Anything that's transported to New York got a come through the gates of either 2 airports Kennedy and Luigudia we come through bod of you Bloodhounds follow you; wolves ill get on top of you Push prints Camaro's paper here to Somalia Blaze off double barrels, shall follow you |
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| 3:08 |
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New shit, Nature
(Yo, yo Nate, you gon do this for Queens,this one here for Queens yanawmean?) (Yo Nature gon rip this down, for Clueminatti and the whole Queens) It's the, DJ CLUE (We gon spit this one for the 1999) Aiyyo, I got a bitch buy me 'dro, a bitch buy me clothes A bitch that can't cook, stay burnin Sloppy Joe's Olive Oyl legs, even them stocky hoes Bitches that I used to beep, but forget they codes They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face fuckin I get em drunk in my room, and keep Mase bumpin The one wit Total, your friends might of told you I violate menage's, pimp game be bi-coastal Officialize one's high fold you, run and tell em next Cuz only some become gremlettes I never spend for sex, strictly rainy days Strictly wit the fat ass, backshots made me spray Like the shotty pump, they tried to tie me up And want to spend the night, every time we fuck Get a snooze on, cum stains in a futon It ain't a game, still you run when the food's gone Now who is wrong When I spit, you spit, hot shh, new shh Exclusive, Nature, Clue shh When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh Exclusive, Jungle, watch this When I spit, you spit, hot shh (DJ Clue), new shh (The Professional), exclusive, Nature, Clue shh When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh Exclusive (STUPID!!), Jungle watch this Got a fiend that owes me ten, a fiend that owes a buck Got a decent job, pay they debts slow as fuck Catch em in the street, ?mo fit? up, say "come on you bitch" It's only money I'm involved wit Calculations, foreclose homes out in Vegas I run wit TM, meanin bitches pay us, itc |
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| 4:39 |
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit I understand why y'all niggaz is mad at me Sittin' around like, "Damn, that could be me" All the cars and the bitches, livin' lavishly But there's only one problem: y'all ain't bad as me Who could flip a record company from a half a ki? Then drop a gold album, do the math with me Turn right around and go platinum, that would be Fuck it, I lost count, why don't you tell me the amount? Since you gossip like groupies, notice please I never go broke my name got two G's J I two G A, I flip that Up on the platinum and be on the next day I be right there when your mics blow out I was there when your lights went on and when you lights go out I'm right there with the same ice to light up your house Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a legend J-Hova, end of the session, fuck with me now Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit We live from the 718 Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate Two knocks on your door, one gun in your face Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe Place the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer You better hope this money don't catch fire You so soft, no mask, no rope, one clip and I Let this nigga run around untie, I swear to God You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him I haven't heard him in a while and you know how come? His little faggot's in the corner dialing 911 Snatched the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and drugs? In the underworld we take care of beef ourself And another thing yo, we police ourself Either you follow the codes or don't sell cocaine This life will swallow you whole, so get out the game Go to church every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard And drug dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job Fuck [Incomprehensible] Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangstam gangsta shit Nigga who else pop guns and rap jewels Meanwhile burning in hell, child We the center of attention Show me love for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar boughs Got hoes for every home and never fuck they own Even though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome Commuter case is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones Dialin' a 213 zone now Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her down Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle behind me But every time I look away, he's hittin' me blindly I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and here it is But soon as the nigga smilin', darker the night gets That's why we gangstas and y'all players Take two to the heart, Inc., world most Murderous Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit |
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Geah, What?
Niggas Bleek, Duro We live Thugged out Marcy, Smoked out Yeah Uh, yo, yo Im on now Therfore your ready rock Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks Now give me Bill Gates money A little strait money Big or small faces its been in all places I was schooled by them older guys They showed me how to drive these ??? Chop dueces and old rubers Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up We trade war stories back on the streets When we played em messhall Niggas get'em on his eats Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga You hear about my wherabouts? Bitches I don't care about Money Im a man about Drama Im a air it out Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right You'd love to see me broke frontin Wit no chips right? CHORUS: 2x Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what) Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah) Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh) Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what) But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales Cooked up and bagged up My life was f**ked up, but I looked at it this way If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels F**k six I chase nine f**ken zeros Digits I got four of them, want five more of them Bitches when I told'em flies bring more of them I f**k'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up You saw me, but if not your man did I know I pull gats on y'all for crack shit Yeah uh-huh CHORUS:2x My niggaz roll dice in the back park We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted When he saw the black kron I thought the nigga wore a thong The way he froze his arm Dukes said its on He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw Took off half ass when the nigga spit more And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game By soft motherf**kers, you lame mothef**kers I fall, I get back To test my worth I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that My worker take thirty off a bundle Dodging the bikers, and'em D's When they rush the jungle So we stash in the fences Sit low on the benches Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches Yo CHORUS:2x We live For the thugged niggas, Marcy What? We out |
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Busta:
Uh-uh Fears, real fears The universal Flipmode Squad Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6 Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti Whatever you want, we do whatever you want (in the background as Busta speaks) Whatever you you want (4x) Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x) Baby Sham: Yo it's time to make these moves Me and my Flipmode crew Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules That's why we roll deep and always carry the two Smack a nigga face, f**k up his mood EXCUSE YOU When we perform, bitches stand still like statues Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move Rah Digga: Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY Home of the crush MC's and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed Peas Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy) Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want We always got the new, always coming through Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want We always got the new, always coming through With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew Rampage: Ramp, I'm still jig I'm in the party taking a swig I'm rich, yo I gotta think big Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star Driving foreign cars, open club speed Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche That all a nigga need Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble All my life I had to scramble WHAT Spliff Star: I be that thug back in the club Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me Niggaz through the street show me love Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now This here, my year turn millionaire If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell If I got it, Imma flaunt it That Brooklyn shit, I'm on it Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted Hook (DJ Clue shout outs) Busta Rhymes: You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls Drop like Niagara Falls Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats Make y'all niggaz BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up Lord Have Mercy: Landlord confusing you chumps Doing it up off rhymes Scarring, shooting up the club Like pharmaceutical drugs You stupid as f**k, doing 'em up Losing your blood It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble) Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces Chatted with Jesus Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm Hook (2x) DJ Clue: DJ CLUE Busta Rhymes(talking): It only gets better motherf**kers Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati Do whatever the f**k y'all wanna do |
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| 3:48 |
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[DJ Clue]
New Missy Featuring Mocha Nicole D-J-Clue [Mocha] What hot, we droppin' What not, we stoppin' Ya'll rock toppin', we bottle poppin' Ya'll block watchin', we watch coppin' Ya'll car hoppin', cause now we got it locked and We dedicate for ya'll feather weight You better skate cause we never late Gon' replicate then bet I set it straight But you can't bet what you never make I'm the same cat from the same tracks That hadda bring crack when you played that When I spit move way back, you get sprayed at I write my own shit bitch, can you say that? 1 - [Missy] Alot of ya'll MC's talk mo' shit Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip I know most of ya'll rappers live dead broke I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough" Rappinbout the weed and you can't even roll If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke? Why you gotta front when you whack as shit Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow Turn on your radio, see me control [Mocha] It's best that thee put on the bets wit' me And testin' me? I hit your chest wit' three Let's make it clear that we gon' take it there The way it appears, there ain't a club shakin' rears Mocha here, call me the richest chick With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip Get a grip, why can't you try wit' me Dumb variety, I get it done lively 2 - [Nicole] My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy it [Missy] Wooo, I get it hot like heat You the MC that 'posed to scare me? Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse Spit on the mic, make all ya'll moist Hey, you don't wanna f**k with me And if you do, then you've been practicing And no one even told you who I was Well I'mma set it off, show you who I am God damn, I got skills like a thief And while you sleep I snatch out all ya teeth Hey, you don't really want that beef I repeat, you don't really want that beef I said hey, you don't really want that beef Now you know not to mess with me, hah hah Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh (mmm mmmm) Repeat 1 Repeat 2 to fade [DJ Clue adlibs] Missy My nigga Timbaland Aaliyah The whole VA Crew Word up DJ Clue The Professional Niggas don't want it Word up, word up |
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| 3:23 |
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Dj Clue: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!
Chorus 2X R.O.C. (J.D.): Now all my niggas say what(what) We dont give a f**k(uh-huh), gotta let a bitch be a ho(hoooo) Now all my niggas say what We dont give a f**k Gotta let a nigga stack dough(money, money) [J.D.] All the niggas f**kin in between, be the the main man Never get stuck on the scene without a game plan, understand I went from pop lock into tops droppin To one of the reasons why the day parties keep rockin No stoppin niggas is like (wa-what?) And shorty from the south keep f**kin it up I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry Makin hits, is how ya'll remember me Niggas dream to be like this one here JD type cat dont dissapear I'm the J to the E, R to the M A-I-N-E, got so many Bitches I should set up shop Bettin against me, Please! my bank dont stop I come through, bumpin Clue, with a 7-5-0 Screamin, I gots to have it, I love the dough Chorus 2X [R.O.C.] Nobody wanna f**k with the R.O.C. Young G from the streets And he's banned from t.v. Nobody said life was easy Out on the block I got shot And nobody came to see me Back on my feet Packed my heat Got back in the beef Blazed it up Are ya muthaf**kas lookin for me Raized it up And now they see I'm makin rap songs All I ask is my real doggs smash on... I said yea and ya dont stop 'cause its a 1-8-7 when ya f**k wit R.O.C.!! I said yea and ya dont quit I'm comin live from the Bricks wit the gangsta shit All my niggas on the corner at the end of the block Infront of the stores, shakin my dick at the lady cop Shakin my clip Til the hatas drop And I'm in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block And I'm dumpin Chorus 2X [J.D.] I seen a lot of niggas go down the wrong path And I learned from they mistakes, how to keep cash In this world it's snakes, I dont care, I dont break, Pushin Benz, 'cause a nigga know how to create On and on like a jeep go Any nigga standin in my way of my papers, automatically fonito Suckin on the end of Rosco pico's Trained to name Deleted from the muthaf**kin game Ain't no mo shoppin throught the glass Beggin for ass If it ain't 1st class I let it pass Ya'll that dont got it talkin all that trash Tryin to play tough ya'll when ya really bitch-ass I'm the cream of the crop The dream of the top I'm the one they come and see when they dont want it to stop I'm the bass, The snare, The one that dont care Rip shit the f**k up then I'm outta here Chorus 2X |
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| 4:03 |
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(Fabolous)
(F-A-B-O) (L-O-U-S) (Dj Clue) New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm Whaaaaaat! I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rolls out Play bars and buy the cris and moes out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body six Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S That's gon need week rest after greekfest Jump in private jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh (chorus) Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up and BB kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you gon do when we send shots from every way We got perion while y'all got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter Cop a crown and put stones on a border Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for That make local cops go to feds for Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for (chorus) (Dj Clue) My nigga lil' Rob I see ya! Carlyle My nigga model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous so cool I could play Texas In Avirex's light gray lexus Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace F**k and bounce don't even stay for breakfast We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss F**k studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore Sport come through nigga like checks on the first Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York Star Concords Bronx entertainment D-O-S A-T-L Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (Dj Clue) My Nigga Lou, Willies You know how we do it That platinum shit Word up! |
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DJ Clue
echoing New shit Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn) The Professional used from my nigga Vic Haha Prodigy Yo you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum Tastebuds more higher than drugs my song take all I blastoff on the track law My shit is pure satisfaction what more could you ask for Wit facts like an ?ansaw? I pour fire on earth I been to hot raw Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course I stay challenged, but that's a good thing Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed My click savage, y'all niggaz is average I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C. Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga (CLUE) 2x Havoc Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin The click'll get the message when shit start droppin Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin Havoc Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrils I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo Joinin my team, that's a no-no Say what you want, don't let it talk for you And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you 2x Noyd One time nigga, two times nigga yo I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body The type of tracks, got me killin these cats Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats And leave you on your back in a hurry Especially, dealin wit the money Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece So this way the whole fam eat Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this Survival of the Fittest, nobody's fuckin wit this So fuck around wit Hav, you fuck around wit me You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit P You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three Mothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga Clueminatti 2x |
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Yo man what,
Yo y'all niggas know Yo you know all that bullshit man Yeah, some niggas don't even These niggas man, What's the matter wid these niggas man? Nah man I'm puttin this shit up F**k dat man Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again I know how to do that man don't even play wid me like that, Yo Verse 1: We spit rap and fire brown paper bag gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map floss that anything yell endorse that Electric company money honey Gin Romie wrap 'em like a mummy his style bummy Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert no shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off react like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect a brick pop shit in the six trunk Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit again Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that it really is man? This you life man, Shoalin and desert storm This mic man he he acting stupid on me man What What What Verse 2: Yo, Aiyyo, yo Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi voice rock don't offend me intimidation make me blow for the station rep for one nation Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse losin' two wives livin' two lives Crew rise American Cream new guys Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how to shine, oh yeah one thing recognise f**king wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace Donny my soul cries, What I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it Natural light up, light up, that's my word This is this is for Clue right here dunn Verse 3: I'm third rail though half seal and I blow Robert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect three hundred ones while floating like a ?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest All I seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor on a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin' plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed neck rolls f**k your set flash let those stare the Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly livest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit *talking by Raekwon and DJ Clue* Clue Killuminati John Gotti story right here fella Huh, Yeah, Word up |
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featuring Lord Tariq & Muggs
(Lord Tariq & Muggs talking) Trying to tell you man I'm going up in there Trying to dig into niggas pockets Fuck that man {Lord Tariq} Either you be real or you be dead Hey killer be a killer That's the rules to this game In the court of the law With let niggas that feel ya They know cat dealers But with some new shit like Clue shit We strap for this thriller You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out Cock the mack back, blow his back out And take the back route And that's what that's about Understand? I wan't cans in hand This shit is real, never phony Don't come short with my mo-ney I'll only tell you once Tony "Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me" If so, trust me, you outta luck B And try to sit high where them drugs be Filthy rich looking broke Fuck a bitch I wan't the world thust Keeping feds of my ass I gotta think fast 'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't last We try to bumble like ass Stay low, got to hurl that cash Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it Chorus: We got cops and robbers Niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars Moving stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets We got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock Don't get rocked to this (2X) -{Lord Tariq}- Now if the good die young Then what the fuck that makes me? And who the fuck are you to rape me? Less then the best, bulletproof love The thugs holding it down in the decks And for the frauds I got techs Heading straight for your chest Feel me on this My word is priceless You can't pawn this I might diss drop jewels The way I cop jewels The way my nine drops flues The way my mind influes What's a nigga to do a murder Type of shit you never heard of >From jimbos to fat burger On some last long shit I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil Plus I calm shit, I bomb shit I had alot of Brooklyn niggas Saying "Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down" So hold your heat up, and move fast You got to keep Because Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets what Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk And there's nothing to comprehend When my nine talks Chorus(2X) -{Muggs}- I peep the devil screaming BK 'Cause I rock for B.I.G. Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid In some rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine Street veteran with one gun Killed eleven men It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy Bomb crews my mind power beyond you Now I push your hair line back Do what the con do I warned you, and sworn no talking Bring the thing out Got the block surrounded like cops And shots rang out Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed Run with thero heads Leave you in another burough bed Respect my hood, like the heats do Be k to the Bronx Poor kane, Lord Tariq & Clue Chorus(2x) DJ Clue: Uh-huh DJ Clue, Professional Roc-A-Fella! |
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[Intro]
Extraordinary (New shit, Made Men) The undisputed Made Men [Verse One] Ey yo retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out (Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman we last man standing, who dead man walkin' It's five fingers to death, when I clutch the microphone in my hand I know you niggas don't understand Play my position, hold it down just like De Niro one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit But I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrifice So f**k y'all twice, thats right I'm actin sheist When shots pop off, you betta duck when I done with the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin slum My face isn't definately the law in the jigsaw, puzzle while I screw and muscle on my six-saw Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it Yo whole f**kin' staff, who get they wigs melted When I'm rushed out, fresh out verbal bash-out P.D.'s that made man ready to get off for some action [Interlude] (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) ... when you dealin' with some made men (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) ... don't be sleepin' on these made men (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) ... when you f**kin' with some made men (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) [Verse Two] Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a missle cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome you shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact combat, doubt that can so you contract close casket, with the eight by ten sittin on top of the coffin never again f**k with made men Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess splittin' flesh and I still got a mission left I keep they thinkin' second guess and Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon With indestructable niggas that called made man He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin' Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries (Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face These never-minded motherf**kers with advances mean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man My man, ok probably unmistakently Motherf**kers, who make a homicide and never mystery [Outro] (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) ... when you dealin' with some made men ... |
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M.O.P.
First Family Firing Squad and you know they make it happen And it's gonna be til' infinity Firing Hard sendin' up to all those thugs now Babe (Chorus)[All singin](Repeat 2x) [Why] They don't show my people no pasion [Why] Do They Love when These thugs be blastin' [Why] It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin [Why] They show no Love [What up] Remember me I participated in the one of the hottest joints in 1-9-9-3 [M.O.P] First Family [That's Right] Bd [ohhh] And I'm loved all ova' Believe What I told ya, When I told ya imma soldia [No Doubt] I get down Son ask around I've sipped drugs from Brownsville to Bricktown [Bricktown] Why you decied how a man should be Imma set [aside] my [pride] and [ride] wit' my family That's how I move [It won't change] **Still my love for Burbank is piller than chump change** [Yeah] >From mid range [Bill] To all you cats thats thinkin I'm chump change Don't know how these chest pains feel [Show em' da deel] I dun traveled in different dementions with good intentions Of keepin' it real so (Chorus)(repeat 1x) [The Last man standing] Fame neva missed Quick wit' game and sickin da Brame terrorist [Put ya arms down] Before I drop a bomb down Make ya whole staff calm down Nevamind wit dat cat talkin' Im off to rap Fisio blow em' off the track If it's a melody [uhhh] I bring out my energy And da remede Wipes out da enemy Get down for myne Mom duke call me Jambo I scramble wit fake thugs Thinkin' they Rambo [Ya'll see it] Home team Rock well pesisted [For instance]-(Bill sayin it) Use the first verse as my intrance I present to you [Who] The brownsville slugga nucka on top of his game [Homegrounce] I present to you [Who] The brownsville slugga nucka put one in ya brain [Hold dat down] (Chorus) Repeat 2x Hey yo, my family ties connect me to guys that's into Whateva's quick a quick wit ghetto potential [second against you] Look, it's more than just a hit [The Firing Squad] Produce sugaful shit And what I'm spittin shows my mission is saficiant [Neva wash em']------(1 Person sings) Sometime I clock em' Rockin' and listenin [alright now] It's da hometeam Were back So you should get ya gat and let ya chrome steam These rap dudes sabitage [That ain't reyal] Your rap styles carolouge [I can't Feyal] Feelers rockin this from New York to Providence Give the tape replay from D.C to VA Move like McGyver Dealt wit' conivas True monified gangstas Safe survivors In the meantime Mas Destruction It's a [Rapid Fire] Production When you look in my eyes tell me what you see You know how it feels to be rappin with ya fam I am retard as you and those thing you do Firing squad sendin up to all those thugs now babe (Chorus) Repeat 2x |
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| 4:32 |
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[Rock]
Come on (BCC) Come on (MFC) Come on (BCC) Come on (YEAH!) Aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck See me on the streets 'bra, I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten Plus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?) Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessions Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera [Buckshot] Buckshot rock knots wit fists Niggas stay high while I rock wit this Mobb on y'all niggas like The Infamous Too close wit the dillinger, two shots I don't miss I'm wiggin out while I'm diggin out backs Run from the gun claps, run three laps Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts >From the, street Bible or the street Quran Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong You can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!) But still the bomb [Tek] It's the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick While my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whips Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin like this Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six Wit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chip Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times So while I'm takin a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit The amount we flip depends on what we get It's like a Wall Street trick, dirty money move quick My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's bone Look, ain't no tellin how many gats I've thrown [Rock] (Steele) Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild) Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl) Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets) Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat) [Lidu Rock] Yo the set I claim is the set that bang To the muthaf**kin end, I be doin my thing (YEAH!) Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin First the Bloods and the Crips, now bitches is carjackin Like my nigga Craig and em say, "F**k that shit!" Rockin shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that shit Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk For real son, now we got mad cops on the block 'cause we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat cocked Lidu Rock, what the f**k I know y'all niggas mad at me So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthaf**ker [Ruck] You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap Fake nigga from the projects who ain't got a gat Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans Maybe these, niggas ain't ready for the Magnum Force, the Holocaust, balls I just dragged them Off lost in the sauce and of course I'm glad them Monkey niggas don't f**k wit the Ruck 'cause they fags, son The last one, to step to Sean P caught a bad one Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great Still bummin money for stoges and a Drakes cake [Steele] Get it straight, y'all niggas f**kin wit some heavyweights Boot Camp-ion champions on point like paper mates Demonstrate, spectacular venacular Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula Snatchin ya, off the street like police Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach Don't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool) Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong See me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armed Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites Callin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place We the type you love to hate 'cause we stay in your face Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day [DJ Clue] DJ Clue, The Professional Part One, you know how we do it Word up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco My nigga B.I.G. word up And we out, till next time For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657 Aight then |
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