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. Y'all know me right? I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price Same bitch y'all niggas be blamin' all y'all problems on I'm the reason why half y'all niggas Can't even go in your moms' crib no more Uh.. I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift Tell the mans and them, look, y'all ain't have shit 'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and shit I ain't the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit It's when they spit cuz niggas came up real short with they shit And I'm on a nigga like novicane, straight to the brain Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same Nigga's gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White Guaranteed to have your ass open first night Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight I know this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price No shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime shit Had y'all motherfuckers believin' that y'all can fly and shit Matter fact Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin Now they assed out, in the hood massed out Gave a rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out Wit no love Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana Baby I can't give you no more money What you mean you can't give me no money? Man, boy, where's my TV? Nana, I smoked the TV Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps Divide crew love, fuck trees, now it's OZ's Small leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds Vein popped, pop shells and close sales Bitches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale Uh, flip it once you can match a nigga bail Uh, flip it twice you officially on Had the richest niggas fucked up, kissin' your thong Mystery's on Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake Cristal and cheese cake, cock sucker d shake, niggas flake Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh Feds in your ass, skid money don't make money What happened to get money? The bitches, the cars and brick money The spot on Bain Bridge Y'all niggas ain't claimin' shit now, huh Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game No love, no love. |
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[Intro] (Nigga, uh) Yeah, huh (nigga uh) Why don't ya'll take a look into my life? See what I see (Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh) At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops Learnin' how to seduce niggaz takin' they loot Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle The finer things, all kinda things, power, money Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it The Gucci boots with the G's on it A high price for this 'high price' life While I'm on tour is my man cheatin' just for spite? And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap Or no other hands can hold me right My girls ain't the same, guess it's cuz the fame Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name Mad cuz I made it, now friends intimidated Hate it that I'm in the same game as them With mo' fame than them, they know who they are This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke You was my sister, who used to dream together How we could make it real big, do our thing together Huh, Thelma & Louise together, remember them days? Them niggas we played? Now we don't even speak Went our seperate ways, seperate lives Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it 1 - My life, do ya feel what I feel? My life, a black girl's ordeal my life Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? My life Do ya'll know what it feels like? Do ya'll know what it be like? Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams Said he think that lil' Ing will be illest in this rap-thing Age 4 in my mother's shoes, swore I could sing And even as a little girl I was doin' my thing Uh, confused, I ain't asked to be born Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come? But he never showed up I would pimp for them, became demented, then men? Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl 'Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls All I needed was love, all I wanted was love Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs The niggas who ain't care, just like Daddy If he ain't care, why should they? For this 'high price' life, it's the price I pay Repeat 1 All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin' Let him do his thing, I'm the one he's lovin' I'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin' That ain't keepin' him, 'specially if he in love with another chick Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shit' Don't be lovin' niggas more than yaself Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused While some say it's rude But if I was a dude, they all be amused But I'm a woman, so I'm a bitch, simple as that Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe Say I'm in it for the dough, but tell me What tha fuck he in it for? Wanted it all, now it's all mine Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain Nightmares, headlines, "Rapper found slain" If it wasn't for my moms I'd drown in this pain Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me Cuz it ain't always what it seem on TV Shit, but this is my '9 to 5' ya'll Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll Repeat 1 until fade |
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Uh-huh uh, UHH Guess who's back! Uhh Yeah, uhh, uhh Verse One: Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze Flows all night like vintage Dom Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past Celly on roam, full belly, first class And I don't play, I watch them pockets Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox bitch Chorus: Foxy Brown You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls Verse Two: Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors Love, after the club, meet me at the diner So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave. The night is young, I'm likin son Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb Pull up my tights some, enticin him You can handle the work, I'll play wit it Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it Bitches in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it Chorus Verse Three: You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case I'm _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit Six AMG's with the spoiler kit Chromes from the fac', phones front and back CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow Whole album hot, even the outro This time around I'm tryin to do about fo' This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough And y'all in the club I make em bounce Chorus Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) |
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[DMX] Uhhhh uhhhhhh Let's do it we're startin' Uh come on boogie boogie uh uh Lets do it let's do it DMX come on I been playin' bitches all my life from that hoe to my wife You think I give a fuck like you don't know I'm livin' trife Strife and struggle bitches with pussy on the juggle Little shorty named Tomika from 25th who can smuggle Cheese to that Columbian Connection From that cross-the-water section Baby nine-seventeen, try for protection Injection of that shit I'm kickin' Got you stickin' niggas you got love for Bring 'em up, touch 'em with the buzz saw Bitches slingin' rocks, swingin' glocks, bringin' knocks Holdin' down the fort even when it's steamin' hot Money's being got but honeys actin' shady So I hit it with 5 between the 380's Can't fox a 300 Mercedes Time like this bring out the savage and shit Bitches ain't keepin' it real, so I'm damagin' shit I'm on that scavenger shit, and I'm hungry Fox with the Dog, it's about to get ugly, for real Aiyyo [Both] 1 - Ya bitches suck a dick (Ya'll niggaz eat a clit) Yeah, you think you fuckin' slick (Ya'll niggaz ain't shit) Ya bitches suck a dick (Ya'll niggaz want this bitch) You think you fuckin' slick? Ya bitches suck a dick (Ya'll niggaz eat a clit) You think you fuckin' slick (Ya'll niggaz ain't shit) Ya bitches suck a dick (Ya'll niggaz want this bitch) You think you fuckin' slick? [Foxy Brown] Nigga fuck you, eat a fat boy Do' I stacked on pussy, platinum and lace Ain't no smile on my face Shit, burn up by the waist Fuck him right to the safe and tell him Crack the bitch before I blast his bitch Ya'll know Na-Na come through Dime-chicks, iced up, minked out, rolly 6, light grey chrome 6 Go to ask, wanna fuck? Then throw the cash right 'Aye bitch needs some dick in they life Make 'em cop you with rock or just copy some rocks Take it all from his dumb-ass, slide on his bum-ass I want some shit and I'm hungry, Dog with the Fox It's about to get ugly Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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[Intro] Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh [Foxy] Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table Niggas I don't know, rollin' 'dro Optimo', blow you got to go nigga, out the door Tryin' to throw some hints It's the first of the month, time to pay some rent You could send them niggas home and hit the streets Cuz you been layin' up chillin' in this bitch for weeks Know that ice is nice and sticks is sleek And the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet Nigga get cause to floss, keep shit that's new Sure, you could charge it but the bill is due See ballers like you gotta pay to play Y'all Big Pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh You could come by, shit, but you can't stay Let my girl Mya sing what I came to say, c'mon [Mya] 1 - Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent You got to have a J.O.B. If you wanna be with me Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent You got to have a J.O.B. If you wanna be with me [Foxy] I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick With a Benz two-thousand SE 6, 's watch, whatever As long as the Bezzy sit at least three TVs in everywhere I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers I don't want dram's wit' ya'll baby moms Nigga, all I want is Cartier Charms Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere Shit, I ain't your average I-got-to-have-shit And I'm a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit Not one two, I need a few karats Nigga try suffer, buy a stiletto And I gotta have them Perotta bags And them shopping sprees and alotta cash, c'mon Repeat 1 If you wanna fuck, I could spend If you wanna front, gotta go If you got dough, let 'em in If you go broke, it ain't the end Remember how you did it before? Let's do it again You could start from the bottom Take it to the top Start it from the Hoopty, end it in the Drop Wanna know the secret how you stay on me? You gotta get on, stay on your J.O.B., c'mon Repeat 1 No romance without finance (Repeat until fade) |
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[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right? Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right And the last you seen was his car break lights He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl I got 'em hatin' me, I throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me Basically, niggas game a lot, so bet I game back And make the nigga think that I came a lot And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob That chain was hot, is he on or what? Nigga cop the broach in the double R And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga [Total & Foxy] 1 - (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (You and your bullshit) (How can I love you) (Can't even trust you) (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (Cut the bullshit) (How can I love you (Can't even trust you) I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box I gotta have some rocks, even then All I do is get they asses hot, then I ask them When was the last time you had some twat? Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down Shake it right in his face, you like the waist? By the way baby boy, would you like a taste? Let me tell you what I need on those license plates "Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed On the balcony while you knock me down Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off? Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan And I'm about that money, no need to pretend Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend Repeat 1 You got as much, you game's y'all And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit Had the next bitch layed up in my six? Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick? I'm what a nigga would love to have Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass Nice attitude even though I might spaz He was still quite fast, you like the wife style Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so Holla at me when you ready to spend Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Total] I can't rock you, no more Say it again, say it again I can't rock you, no more Say it again, say it again say it again, say it again I can't rock you, no more I can't rock you, no more Say it again, say it again say it again, say it again I can't rock with you no more Say it again, say it again I can't rock with you no more Say it again, say it again I can't rock with you no more |
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[Intro] Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah Bonnie and Clyde shit You hear me? Smell me? (That's right, you know?) I'mma take this one straight to the top And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape It's real like that, you know what I mean? Follow, yo, yo, yo (Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all) [Jay-Z] Gun check [Fox] Check [Jay-Z] Let's go over the plan [Fox] I'mma pull up to the joint slow, then hop out the van [Jay-Z] Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a knockout Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out Sieze him with the cleavage I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it [Fox] I can let him see or feel [Jay-Z] Exactly [Fox] Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole [Jay-Z] Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin' [Fox] Yeah, we done promotin' [Jay-Z] We come for the coke and [Fox] All the money in the spot [Jay-Z] Act funny, get shot [Fox] Nigga, hands high [Jay-Z] And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die [Fox] We can't stand goodbyes [Jay-Z] In history me and this bitch will be like Five years together, right? [Fox] Damn, seem like forever [Jay-Z] We trade shots [Fox] We spray blocks [Jay-Z] And we never fail [Fox] Yeah, but we stay hot 1 - [J] Now would you die for your nigga? [F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga [J] Would you ride for your nigga? [F] I gets lie for my nigga [J] Would you live for your nigga? [F] Do up big for you nigga [J] Would you bid for your nigga? [F] Shit, you my nigga [F] Would you ride for me? [J] Rapper robbery [F] Would you die for me? [J] I hang high from a tree [F] They ain't ready for us, nigga [J] Obviously [F] Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me [Foxy] I protect you like a vest do I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you Glock poppin' out the stock And it's two guns, two hun', get down I tear this whole shit down They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad My bullets hurt the same as y'alls I've been taught by the best, extorted the rest Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest Life on the line, say prayers under my breath But knew I'd be 'aight cuz right there to my left (Right) [Jay-Z] Over baby, told you baby Big gun right over your left shoulder baby Same nigga that taught you how to hold that 80 From day one 'til we old and crazy Let's kill the world Repeat 1 [Jay-Z] Ran up at Chemical The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin' Everybody hit the floor, guys and women Kids rush for the door Keep your cry to a limit Time check ma, we got about 5 minutes Before the authorities rush and the FBI's in it That teller's up to something, look, his eyes are squinted [Fox] Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished [Jay-Z] Yeah, the sky's the limit 'til we reach B.I.G [Fox] Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did [Jay-Z] Gotta reverse the six, let's murd' head jerk Almost got whiplash [Fox] We got a shitload of cash Throws it in the stash Long as we keep shitin' like this Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this You my Clyde for life I'm your Bonnie like this I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga |
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[Beanie Seigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah This is Beanie Seigel That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down Haters wonderin' how I got a position with rock Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch Wore steel gray, Lexus, GS-4 That's an evil metal when the dog pedals to the floor I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!' Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash Radar detectors, troopers can't find us We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs 36 south stuck, stay on route thugs You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you a cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now? Then cuz Mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fear I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that? Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that Benz Coupe, drop six that Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back Switch the Double R, the Double R's are, gotta get that You see how we play, pop Cris' on the E-Way Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with glee Or the sharp bar, grill Simon, poppin' Dom P Why you chicken when you chasin' your how with hot tea Niggas flashin' back money like it's they money Slap 500 on back of a three-twenty I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games (yeah) With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs [Memphis Bleek] Check it out, yo, yo Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote heat Here to shut down your whole operation on the street Bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit this My flow drewl out like a old nigga toothless Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritilin Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib Hundred crack viles, playin' the Benj' Nickel nine gleam, like this Armoral-ed up My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up Witcha town under seige, Dillinger in the sleave If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me I'm on to my off game, leave the stadium for in stores Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out Shirt be poked out with the slums knows eight Six to jump out, you eat what you spit Motherfucker die clean For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you scream I read your body languo You want violence and don't wanna mingle You want a challange get it brought to for every angle This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that Ya up front dough and your six backed out, motherfucker [Foxy Brown] Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop You know how I run it, 600, glassy top Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand I'm like 'Bitch, I got more money than your man' While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands Shit, I'm in the V Twinz ballin' them tramps Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books? You know Na Na rock that shit, Parada that shit And Scotch that shit, Dolce Gabba that shit Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit Channel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa You know my style, I be spendin' they cash And I'll show their little dick some celebrity ass And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit real Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit Or some hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shit So that's what it is, that's why them hoes mad at my shit See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass Goddess MC, y'all bitches is littles Foxes See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga Wear y'all out then air y'all out Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch And I know Jigga see me here to lay down shit I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas Shit, what the fuck |
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[Intro] Let's get it hype, nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah [Eightball] Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down And doin' shit the playa way Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG [MJG] 1 - All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Foxy Brown] I ain't new to this Damn nice bitch that's true to this Money ain't never been a thing to me Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff And no dough? I dont fuck 'em Fuck I'mma fake for? Make mine's, I'mma take yours Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore Make bitch scream like, gimme some more If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for? Waste of time It's like we playette minds Dont stop, get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let them From NY to the dirty south And them bitches' dime tight I got my mind right And my ice got the shine right And if it don't blind bitches When them lights hit the wrist? You won't be sticking shit You be lickin' this Repeat 1 [MJG] I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby Ice cold, stories so high I pimp the whole village twice So tight fold crease right on the president's nose Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those Pros, slam those Game tied tight like bows, we never close Three-sixty-five, twenty-four Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros We're pushin' hoes Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll MJG is in control Repeat 1 [Juvenile] Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down There's no remorse now, better expose rounds Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found Juvenile's my name, bitch I represent it to the end, the same shit Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks All you see is your boys and reeboks A thin hat to the back with a strap too Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy Blocka, blocka, blocka Better get up off the block, boy Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha Repeat 1 [MJG] Where the real ones at? Be-atch... Oh, you know how we feel About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka You ain't nobody We been doing this, been doin' this shit We go way back with this baby Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone Pimps and hoes and gettin' money Tricks and hoes and fuckin' Mutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit Nigga riding on 20's and shit Nigga what chu got? Brand new-assed nigga You don't know nothin' about this game Come on Repeat 1 until fade |
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My peoples is watching you watching me Lots of envy and hate is what it gots to be I heard you tried to destroy my whole monopoly But if I take it to ya face ya 'gon cop a plea I know it but it's cool I know to watch you close And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast But you don't know that I know that you an evil nigga Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you nigga You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real So keep thinkin' 'forever', you'll be down But if you know this 'bout you, you got to kill me now I'm sayin' 50 procent of my niggaz think it's them And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again [CHORUS]: Pretty Boy Niggaz I role with Niggaz I stole with Niggaz that hold shit Niggaz that blow chicks, can you feel me baby? (When you inside me Pretty) Can I trust you baby? (I never lie Pretty) Plus you stay jiggy (You keep me fly Pretty) And I'ma treat you like my fifth on my side baby And I'ma take you on some trips to the sky baby And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby) [Foxy Brown] If it ain't my dogs, I ain't fuckin' with 'em Shit, bitches ain't my crew, I ain't fuckin' with 'em Think I trust ya'll? Caniving bitches, starvin' bitches Always got ya eyes on my wrist-ass bitches Think cuz a bitch trapped, I won't layout bitches Down with the 4 pound, and spray out bitches Everything ain't rap, ya'll some snake-ass bitches I ain't playin' with all ya'll hoes, O.K. ya'll bitches Sling back to the hood, got the game back Niggaz front the bodede, they keep yellin': "Fox get ya name back, baby" Brooklyn nigga, bet I stash you, young chick Ballers and tailors and knee patches 'Memba that? Quart of juices, 3 quarter bomb magoosters Two finger rings, with ya 2 tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthin' When everybody was born, now ya'll hoes fallin' And wanna knock 'me for mines [CHORUS] [Pretty Boy] Uh, now I wonda: "Am I at my peak?" Is it just a dream or are they really after me? Is it real? You never know what lies ahead of you I'm kinda young, but my heart beats irregular What do I do? Do I sit here and die slow? They tried to kill me, mixin' angeldust and hydro My eyes closed, what I'm sayin' must be sinkin' in And if it didn't nigga, take ya time and think again Uh... [CHORUS] (3x |
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[Pretty Boy] Yo Fox and $hort, yo Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo I ain't pay that bitch phone bill [Foxy] This is for all my ballin' ass bitches All over, worldwide Shake them thighs for them hots For all my niggas on every street corner That's right, love y'all niggas 1 - [T$] This is for the baller bitch, you all a bitch My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich [Fox] So $hort, what you mean? [T$] I bet I be a poor girl's dream More money than she ever seen [Fox] This is for the baller cats, all the cats That want a bitch to lay on her back The hell with that [T$] So Fox what you mean? [Fox] Bet I be a poor nigga's dream More money than he ever seen [Too-Short] Yo, yo, kiss the projects goodbye I'mma change you bitch I'mma have niggas thinkin you a famous bitch Here's the keys to the Benz, but don't start the car If you good I'mma let you park the car From a straight broke-ass to a baller-bitch They got no other choice but to call you rich I got hella fly ladies, never cry ladies Those cheat-on-they-man type tell a lie ladies Diamond rings, platinum chains Tell 'em "Baller Bitch" when they ask your name I say strut that strut, walk that walk Pop that shit, talk that talk Hold your head high, be proud of this life Pray to God that you never fall out of this life 'Cause it's much more better than all world scenes Bitch, open up your eyes, it's a poor girl's dream Repeat 1 [Foxy] Kiss that jail shit goodbye, I'mma lace you, nigga I'mma have bitches thinkin' you a famous nigga Blaze the keys to the crib, have you lovin' this life And bitches, ain't nothing fuckin' with a thug in your life And them frontin' ass niggas who be caught in the hype Like they OT and ain't sold a drug in they life I got husslin' ass niggas, thuggin' ass niggas Always on some shit, never trust them ass niggas Bust your guns niggas cop your ones And tell them "Big Baller" when you flash it once Nigga lock the bar down Show these cats how it's done Then slide through the hood and go fuck with your duns Repeat 1 [Foxy] Call me what you want, I been heard the worst And if it's Cris' in this bitch Bet I'm poppin' it first And if the 700's come, I'll be coppin' it first So whenever you see some hot shit I'm rockin' it first [Too-Short] Shit, droppin' a verse The pot in 'em choppin' it first Basically when I ride-by, I'm hurtin' them worse So now boo, what you gonna do? You see how quick I got you That's how quick I will drop you Repeat 1 |
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[Foxy] Ughh, let me show ya how it go down When you get three of the illest bitches Together on one track And we all got attitudes 1 - I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I gotta case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist A hundred in the clit' blastin' What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo? Alias Chyna White, Gangsta Boo on my right And Mia X to my left, why y'all motherfuckers thugged up 44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherfuckin' club up (Tear the club up, feel me? Uh) I sets motherfuckin' friends for bitches Make 'em feel shit, real bitches recognize real shit Only one bitch put it down like this See this shiny ass shit on my wrist? See them shiny ass shoes on my six? And I know ya'll know them thug ass do to my clique When it's beef, Na Na stash this heat for all y'all asses My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular We 5-7 droppin' ya It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Mia X] A certified hairdresser (Mama Mia) Known on the streets for drama When my bitches meet some heat they call Mama And I'm comin', gunnin' everything up in my way But it ain't always gotta be about the gunplay I gots to say (for real) My right and left AKA Dumb Hoe Beaters Black-sizin' while his jaws, y'all know Mia A street bitch 'bout street shit They ain't no attitives in this bitch I live this raw dog To all y'all backstabbin', two-face motherfuckers Double talk and get y'all crunched in both your dick suckers I buy the ruckus aye' day, whatchu gon' do 'bout the crew Cuz my clique's all true, true niggas, true game, true paper Keepin' up with us, trust the true then break it Take the shit outside or start it in the club now Y'all gon' tear it up then I'mma shut the bitch down [Gangsta Boo] Die bitches, everywhere you go Bitches is dyin', bitches been dyin' for over 400 years [Fox] I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) [Gangsta Boo] I live a rich life nigga so that makes me undefined Got them bitches mad cuz your niggas is all mine So, I guess that means I'm just the shit Straight up blaze, the wrong lady to fucked wit You lay your ass on the fuckin' ground, don't speak! Watch I'll bloody up you seat, leave your ass all nice and sweet On your monkey ass, when you take the mask, try to run with mass Go down, infra-red on your monkey ass Gangsta Boo be wit it, what the fuck you tryin' to do? Your Power Ranger crew scared of us We thought we told you, we coming through tearin' clubs up Bitch in the reins yellin' hit a motherfucker And give her the damn thangs Repeat 1 Real bitches don't die |
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(Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this as no simple rhyme Because this type of shit happens all the time Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by? Would you fuck him or would you deny? Shit, it ain't like he don't know what we like Just a little bit of ice, carats straight for life Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight' 69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition Is ya'll muthafuckers still pushin' expeditions? Won't catch a bitch like Na Na rollin' in 'em Small thing, bitch we own things Give a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blue I fuck with you (Tramp, tramp, tramp) 1 - Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp, tramp, tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp, tramp, tramp) T-R-A-M-P, get the fuck away from me Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks Put ya뭠l in emergency Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb Don't even know me, wanna fuck my friends? Give me head, drive my Benz Spendin' lately make me wanna fuck yo' friend Smack yo' bitch, take yo' 6, crash yo' shit Leave you numb, make me come, five more times Need five mo' bottles to get my shit wet You ain't even suck the tits yet, shit Break me off, clothes come off, show me love Let me hold somethin', freak you off Fuck you right, then sneak you off Now I뭢 straight, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off Repeat 1 And these broke niggaz got some nerve They be frontin' in the club with they man furs Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris' Then he talkin' me to death, fuck you takin' this Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes Matter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toes And whatever bitch you fuck, bet I뭢 twice them hoes And I want my pussy licked, after all my shows It's not a game, that I does my thing And if it ain't light gray, betta be on ya way And if my stones ain't blue, no ass for you And if my ice ain't red, then you deaded some head All you tryin' to do is take Na Na to the Telly Phattin' up my belly, then lock me down, never that I ball till the day I croak, bet that, gimme that Repeat 1 until fade |
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Phone goes dead. Phone rings again. Foxy - Hello? Girl - (whispering) Bitch Foxy - Ey yo, who is this? Girl - Yo, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone Foxy - What? Girl - Bitch, you heard me, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother! Foxy - Y'all groupies, what do y'all do? Y'all just get together and plot sh*t like this at 4:00am in the morning? Girl - Yo, you f*ck on it cuz your a f*ckin' rapper, bitch, put my f*ckin' Baby Father on the phone! Foxy - Look, its 4:00am in the morning, why don't you just go wash your butt or something Girl - What?! bitch wait'll I see you crawl up yo bitch ass, ima whoop dat ass, you mink wearin' bitch, so what you'd rather see a 600 when you know i'll take up all yo ice! Foxy - You sound like a lil' ass girl. Look bitch, we don't know your bum ass and a nigga aint claiming nothin that i have. nice try, bitch. Hangs up. |
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[Intro] Ughh, ladies, y'know how that sayin' goes Be careful what you ask for in life Cuz you just might get it Dependin' on what you ask for, what you get? You might not be able to get out of You heard? Ughh [Foxy] Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em Play your cards right, and if you fuck 'em in the same night Make sure that he don't snitch Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his dick Shit, you know how niggas flick from gettin' pussy to head 'Til you spent yo' brant and blew his dick Especially if he trick, shit Don't complain bitch, do yo' thang and cop that ring When he hit you with that game, you be like "A'ight, dude, whatever" and sleep on it Put like a week on it, get the Benz Jeep and creep on it Do you like yeah, faggot, screw you Fuck am I to do now? Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch Dude, I'm that same bitch, don't you know? Never cross no hoe Especially if she was Wifee and she know where the snatch go Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'? And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid He don't know that I stick and move Get him right for that Chyna White Nothing to lose, and I see right through him Yeah, we fuckin' tonight And the Duke ain't what he talkin' then I'm truckin' tonight And if he sweet with the big ones, I'm lucky tonight And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right 1 - [Noreaga] Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope that he singing In the hood ain't that Chyna White We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't right We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope that he singing In the hood ain't that Chyna White We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't right We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't tight [Foxy] Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely Especially if you fuckin' 'em, and he think you trustin' him Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that? Yeah, you ain't know, I would stress like that Over due, not his ones, he don't handle like that Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo' big heads at?' And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money, it's not a game, nigga And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say, nigga The kind of cat that make wonder if he was sent to do this Put it down for you, first chick he ever cried fo' Never had a chick that raps like this Ain't impressed for no C cuz we straight like this And he makes it very clear baby mothers don't exist They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard? Repeat 1 [Foxy] Ughh, the situation is Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit Bad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard? What the fuck is this? Payback shit? Is it God striking me for some way back shit? I'm like, damn, was the bitch really foul like this? And my loc'ing just to think I should slash my wrist Am I seven for me thinkin' I should total my six Or just straight spazz out, fuck his man and split Take the code to the safe and just empty his bricks On the low, but I know that he love when I flip Ya'll bet the note, had him throw the smash game Shit, I got the ring bitch and his last name Any bitch could do a nigga whole bit Any bitch could luck up and have a kid Any chick could fuck a nigga for spite But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife Ughh, ya'll chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his chick Repeat 1 |
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