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> Tryin' to talk to 'em
When there's no more music left And the lights go out, all you hear is silence I'll be that voice (Give it to DJ Khaled for doin it Y'all the big dog, Pitbull, Terror Squadians, yes!) Dade County, it's our time The movement's here forever And I won't stop 'til I see them devils And I won't stop 'til I defeat the devils (nigga!) They all told me that I would fail They all told me that I would lose But I'm right here, and I won't lose Can't NOBODY stop me! I'm somebody My brother Dre told you to be somebody Carol City know what I'm talkin' about The movement! (Fuck niggas!) I introduce you to Ross! We the best of the best, fit of the fittest Dead man gon' feel us the way I'm feelin this Phillie No really we the best (we the best) and I'm the boss Do I still hustle? Yes... I'm Ricky Ross Started with the dirt now I'm travellin the world In a new silver spurt buyin pieces of the Earth Low mileage; don't need some No smilin; I'm easin! Rollin on that thang thang, when I lane change Haters lookin at me crazy, boy I'ma bang bang M-I-A yo, we the same gang C.C. to Down South, e'rybody slang 'caine Don't see another way, if you do show it to me Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty 100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G, nigga! Can't nobody stop me, I'm somebody From this day on you gon' be somebody We the best, we don't fear nobody The movement nigga, listen! |
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(feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)
[DJ Khaled] DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man Woo we nikka (listen) [Young Jeezy] Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money You niggas really wanna talk money? Shit real that's all I could tell 'em Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task And when they came in we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3 And just your luck the rap game got me hold up [Juelz Santana] Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him 'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room, That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me [Rick Ross] Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money I thank god for the meal he prepared for me Taking my fam and my little dog money Thank god for that brown paper bag that Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (c'mon) Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (we the best) Just pulled over in my 7-5 Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5 20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide We're the best Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high In the back of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou When the nigga, spent then with a smile Stacking numbers that alarm and race White house still moving bricks alarm today I'm that bin lading boy I'll bomb the state I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today 2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag You don't know the feeling when the villain peeling in the jag Just staring at the ceiling 10 women that you had I was at the center now I see you feeling just a (fag?) [Lil Wayne] Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money It feel good to be young money cash money Rehab I'm addicted to fast money I got stacks and rubber bands up in that Brown paper bag (you're dig) Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all) Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf of young money cash money) Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go) Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal I'm gonna motherfucking professional like Hershal Walker, The talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die But that's not important Money's more important And understand I been in that water like I was snorkeling Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin Miami Khaled took me in like a orphan Why did they start him? Now they can't park him I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent Lamborghini dark tint Philly blunts cigar scent I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions To streets my brother Fefe's my brother And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter You heard what I said motherfucker did I studder With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out [Fat Joe] Coka baby man you know I already had money Definition of that brown paper bag money Try and front as if you in the jag money For the cash I'll blast anybody that Brown paper bag (that that that that) Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (coka baby cribs mania) Brown paper bag (we are simply the BEST the VERY BEST) You all niggas want coka music The costra nostra flow show you how to do this Pen it so easy, a caveman can do it Nigga we simply the best don't confuse it I confuse it, critics be hating Best album yet but give me the same rating I'm waiting top of rap rushmore Etched in stone runt top puns war Unsure anythings possible 4mil spent bought out the art possible, I'm Picasso in the Versace suit, don't worry my nigga Khaled I got you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that BROWN PAPER BAG BROWN PAPER BAG [Thanks to melody, tarik reaves for correcting these lyrics] |
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(feat. T-Pain, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies)
DJ Khaled We're The Best Who We Nigga We're The Best The Winner I Represent The Ghetto Across The World And You Represent The Hood Two Hands In The Sky [Chorus:] I'm So Hood (Listen) I Wear My Pants Below My Waist And I never dance when I'm in this place 'Cause You And Your Man Is Planning To Hate (I'm So Hood) And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Taking about I'm Out The Hood And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood) If You're Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talking about Everybody Wanna Motherfucking Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (Bitch) I Do It For The Hood Bitch Ass Niggas I Do It 'Cause I Could Heavy starch On My Jeans 4X On My White Tee Living Life Like A G That's Why These Bitch Ass Niggas Wanna Fight Me But I ain't Going Play With 'Em Nu Uh Brother Left To AK Hit 'Em Tough Niggas Get Fucked Up And Put On Ice For The Rest Of They Life I'm Straight Out The Hood Bra See That's What I Do It For My Low Class Ghetto Ass Just Renewed My Ghetto Ass [Chorus] Ross Yeah 4 5 Off In the Ride Four blunts For Me To Get High Feel Buck When I Ride By (I'm So Hood) I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood) I Murder One Of You Fuck Niggas Droppin' For You Last You Know Coming Mad (I'm So Hood) For Money For Mahem For Yayo And Millions I Made 'Em, The Mayblock Is Mine, The City Is Mine (I'm so Hood) [Chorus] Damn my P O You all Can Tell her I Said It Violate me if She wants, she's Gonna Have To Come Catch Me Piss Test Me All You Want, I'm gonna Smoke When I'm Ready Pants Hanging Off Me Now 'cause My Pistol Heavy (Hood) I Ain't Spoke To You Yet Dawg, 'Cause I Ain't Friendly I drank Yak homie, you all drink Cris I Like Bust It Babies I don't Want No Boosy Bitch I Never Buy A Phantom 28's Can't Fit They Say I'm fed bound, They Call Me high risk Full Bloody Goon, Lanes Make Me Sick You Get 3 or 4 Birds where I'm from we call you rich I'd Like To Thank The Hood Homie Is All Behind Me [Chorus] I'm So Hood Trick Daddy, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Plies Nigga We So Hood We The Best DJ Khaled Florida Stand Up Let's Go Hood |
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<i>[Intro: DJ Khaled]</i>
Yeah... I represent loyalty I am loyalty I am the definition of loyalty I represent the G's Beanie Sigel We The Best <i>[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]</i> All the bullshit stops here (Here) Let's get this clear (Yeah) Shoot rear, fresh off the top tear (Unhh) What I'ma 'bout to do for you, is not fair I'm not answerin' questions for you, dat are not clear Whuddup with State Prop. the crew, when they not there? The moment dat they heard it the verdict, when it wasn't clear Ya boi had the city, yeah did they really disappear? Jay really not visit there? Dame and Beans are they tight as it seems Or is it all fabricated from dat same fabric Now rip the rock marriage straight from seams Thing's ain't what it seems but at time do tell, the truth shall prevail Until then, you dudes bite yall nails in anticipation (Fuck) I know you hate it why I got chu waitin? (Shiiit..) - I too, am waitin' Gotta see a couple faces, when I make 'em face it Truth dat is dat ya boy have patience (Yes!) As a matter a fact, it's wearin' thin But I tell you this tho, when the New Year begins Pussies who got nuts 'cause I'm goin' all in <i>[Chorus: Pooh Bear]</i> Can you hear me (Ayyy), came for attention (Ayyy) But it ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh) It ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh) I'm applyin' every ? in my ?? stays the same It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh) It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh) Nah-uhhh.. <i>[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]</i> Now let's not get this misconstrued To say dat diss record - I don't diss my dudes! Outta respect I couldn't check my once fist tight crew Never in front of you I couldn't get dat rude Ionn give a fuck but I couldn't get dat crew cause knowin what i do i can get like (Khh) ouu You wanna know what I do, don't cha? You'd love it if I told you lil' fuckers, won't cha? Uh-unh, scrap gotta pay for this one Sorry youngin', got to wait on this one (Yes) The Solution, soon in stores Date to be posted, until then - I'm on pause <i>[DJ Khaled (talkin'):]</i> Yeah, to DJ khaled aka We The Best Beanie Sigel (Whudd!.. Ain't no more too it) Give em more man, more <i>[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]</i> Well fuck it I don't wanna stop Whatchu forgot the gun'll pop Tell me who ya wanna rock This true love, Roc-a-Fella 'till I die Nigga keep it movin', don't get caught up in this drive-by The break's over, ya boi 'bout to take over If dat number one spot opens, give it here (Here) Get my crown, dust of my chair And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there Back from the dead (Unhh) fresh off the prison tier Daddy here to put the kids to bed (Get it clear!) By the way, the wars on - you can't call it off It's too late once the boss involved Here I come!! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Outro: DJ Khaled]</i> In life-There's real niggas... And there's fuck niggas... See, We The Bess.. I worked my whole life to show these niggas... DJ Khaled, Beanie Sigel!! We The Bess And all you fuck niggas, trynna divide and conquer crews... NIGGA, WE THE REALESS~!!! WE THE BESS!! DJ Khaled, the beat nova-kane on this one.. Thankyou, but take you time.. And listin to the real... We The Bess... I'M STARVIN'!! I AIN'T EVER GON' STOP!! Beanie, Mac!! I see ya, I'ma salute cha |
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(feat. The Game, Jadakiss, Trick Daddy, Dre)
[DJ Khaled] We the best I represent the hood I represent the ghetto I represent the people I represent you LISTEN!!! [Dre] All the money in the world couldnt change me No diamond rings or them fancy cars Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me Holler this because..... (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' [The Game] Ayo Cali Walk with me Yeah that's what got me here The chucks the khaki suits All the swap meet years The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop That's why I love the hood and everything we got From the ice cream trucks to the forty ounce tops All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch I'm that type of nigga y'all made my city bigger dawg Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so..... [Dre] All the money in the world couldnt change me No diamond rings or them fancy cars Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me Holler this because..... (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' [Jadakiss] AAHHAA!!! Yeah ugh They know Yeah ugh Ain't no help there just food stamps Weight checks and welfare Every man gone for self there Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it Everybody know eachother if not they realated You can get shot or get bladed There's dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties Six months five years for you just to cop out Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out Fights break out when you wired and start joking A lot of OG's retired and started smokin House party games of spade sweet cool-aid Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid So therefore I could never be too paid I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid [Dre] All the money in the world couldnt change me No diamond rings or them fancy cars Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me Holler this because..... (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' [Trick Daddy] Haha Tell me this how come Black folks get a little doe And forget where they come from Man we used to have good times But since you moved on up you ain't cool with us We still support you tho we don't see you much You ain't the first fool its cool with us But why you living out your idols dreams Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs Now its cool that your address changed But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number ain't the same I guess new homies came with his fame But see true homies will stay the same Through all the up's and down's in your career A couple wives few kids scattered here And when you dead or broke without a deal All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here [Dre] All the money in the world couldnt change me No diamond rings or them fancy cars Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me Holler this because..... (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' (I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto (I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' [Thanks to Shmitty for these lyrics] |
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[Chorus]
I'm comin' down, I'm actin bad I'm chunkin' dueces and I'm choppin up the slab I'm comin' through, I'm tippin dime I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordaless cutta Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda What a fucked up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and Ni**a we got all ya soft in ya hands so don't pretend Like this ain't what it was (was) or we ain't what you say (say) I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day Cause in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic Watch what you say when we meet cause they know might get yo ass kicked End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic motherfucker [Chorus] This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson Choppin' up tha slab, spokes turnin', bobbies searchin' Shoppers splergin, Caked up cause my pockets swoll I'm callin' plays, pullin broads, I just think and roll I'm from that lone star, tippin' dime dat candy car Get it shined on 59, Lean and tuck I'll cut some more Hoes wanna who we are, Fathers wanna know what we get Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad cause they ain't hot They ain't got the cash that I got, They don't know what my hood 'bout They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop Countin' cash and stackin' not, South victory back to Scott Crawlin' like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin em off, you already know Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WALL, PAUL / KHALED, KHALED / FREEMAN, BERNARD / HARR, ANDREW / JACKSON, JERMAINE <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead
[Chorus] I walk around like I gotta s on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest I walk around like I gotta s on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead) (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead) (if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga dead nigga) (if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga dead) Reporting from Kim's corner store Hollygrove seventeenth carnivore Ridin' through the city in a Tonka toy I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur Huh only ride Chevy, never drive a ford And my coupe doors open like plaza doors Yep, red thick women (uh) eyes adore, I'm a whore, you know that I'm a whore Yep, cash money, cash money monsta' boys, Mafia bitch, even the cops avoid, When you say you want beef, Then I got yeah boy, I'll jus' let the big mac whop a boy See my dreads hanging like a like a rasta boy, Fuck wit' my rasta an' I'll turn into Mufasa boy We run up in ya casa boy, and blast off like NASA boy I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest(uh) I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Cash money bitch. (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead) Cash-cash-cash money bitch. Cash money bitch. Cash-cash-cash money bitch I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest It b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Yeah, Cash money is an army nigga, yuh better know its gravy If you ever fuck with youngin', or if you ever fuck with baby Shit goin' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the eighties, Buncha' young niggas poppin' off 'n' they sprayin', Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome nine, Kiss momma cause we goin' out 'n' gettin' mines, Next nigga in line seventeen on the grind, Shoot first nigga not seein' mines, Big purses million dollar headlines, Five drops, O-G the last big time, Lord to the game, nigga till its my time, Like father like son this nigga this time, Junior got the fame and the game mastermind, Two hundred on the dash, watch me mash, Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Cash-cash-cash money bitch. It b that cash money bitch. Cash-cash-cash money bitch It b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead) I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead) Ribbon is red, thats how we play it, An up town C-M-B blood till I'm dead, That's what I said, I put some change on ya' head, If you ever cross the line nigga nothin' but bread, Fifty shots I'm hot Nigga we wont stop, From puttin' candy on the slabs, Nigga stirrin' his pots, Put the hammer on the jam, Pull it 'n' pops, Put the rubber on the bands Nigga's stackin' his knots Bitch I'm a boss Bitch I'm a boss And bury me like my father on the cross And carry thy team I shall over a cross, Shawty got that game on lock like a vault, Weezy baby cayenne pepper, no salt, Windows down on the hog in the winter its yo' fault, I don't jump on the track, I pole vault I got that "s" on my chest nigga I'm supposed to ball I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead It be that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch. It be that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch. Cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch. I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead |
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<i>[DJ Khaled:]</i>
Diaz Brothers DJ Khaled I rep my city Dade County, let's go! <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> Dade County stand up right now Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka By way to Overtown and look at this city Open to Grove and the South Miami Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana Some many ice P-Rhymes rich Dade County, let it do what it do <i>[DJ Khaled:]</i> Rest in peace to Uncle Al We The Best Dade County, let's go I rep my city Nigga, I rep my city Miami, Listennn <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch Yo I'm from down the way, you know--around the way Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved Look here, shit real, we really get it how we live We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas For on pray they raised to get money waist We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade Aye <i>[Chorus:]</i> Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby) Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby) <i>[Trina:]</i> 305, it's my city Yes, I'm from Dade County Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em Any bitch wanna come test me, Yup, come to my city, that's where I be I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag I don't give a fuck (what?!) Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out Ouch! <i>[Rick Ross:]</i> Bitch I got money too "Trilla" album comin' soon Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!) Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest Dade County, you name it (whudd?!) You roll it, I like it (Ross!) She rollin' wit moa (moa!) Talk to 'em like it (yuh!) Khaled's the boss Like Ricky's the Ross Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source Come here girl, lemme get you this This one Rick try to get you rich Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich I'm out this sports, I'm in the game Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade <i>[DJ Khaled:]</i> Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad Dade County, I do this fo' us Listennn <i>[Brisco:]</i> Yuh, I got money too Bris', I be comin' thru Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!) Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!) Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me And yeah I rep my city, bitch I'm from Dade County <i>[Flo-Rida:]</i> Ayy! Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be? Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas M-I-A my niggaz, hommie we don't play Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet Come on the opposite side of the beach They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean That's when I top wanna say about your dreams We on the tox' clippin' that clean Holla on the block cause we under degrees That's what about rep that A-P-T's Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County You better know it, cause <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[C-Ride:]</i> Carol City on my mind, we mobbin' out the line I'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city, I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho' Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho! <i>[Dre:]</i> Unhh From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!) I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime They got rockin every city them niggaz back pounds of that purp' Yeah--What it is, what it does, we are th-th-the best I'm from the city where you need to were somebody go to fast Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay Nigga!! <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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<i>[Chorus x2]</i>
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs <i>[Krayzie Bone]</i> I Told Em Ima Get Up Get Out N Get Something But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In the City Thuggin Never Been A Nigga Thats Never DoneLess Than 100% The Hustles Thats In Me My Thug Mentality Showed Me What To Do To Improve My Salary Dont Nobody Move Or You Could Be A Casualty Why You Would Really Wanna Cross Paths With Me One Nigga Left And They Thought We Was Done Done Think You'll Get Rid Of The Twist Of The Tongue They Thought We Was Finished But We Just Beginning They Want Me Commited For The Murder 1 No Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My Cash Growin And Ass Showin These Niggas Cant See Bone They Already Know Came Down With A Style Unfamiliar Sound Thats How We Kicked In The Doooor What It Be Like Bone Thug Nigga Born And Bred In The Cleveland Street Life And Believe We Aint Goin Nowhere We Permanent Posted Up Like Street Lights We Do It Still Get To It Undisputed Who Would Of Knew It We Stay The Truest Suited And Booted They Aint Doin It Like We Do It Do It!! <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs <i>[Wish Bone]</i> Nigga tell the truth for you get inda booth You know think about the bone flow for hoes I aint nice like ??wanna split ya mouth Betta get you that dough you old hoes Wheres the respect when you cash that check (huh) Nigga break bread well bust your head (yup) Ill bring to it the heart rather leave em dead Before my time but im still ahead Of yall (all yall) like a nice bitch hit a nigga raw dawg (raw dawg) And any nigga with him catch a sawed off (sawed off) And im ready im ready know what it is Nigga bow down(bow down)nigga show some love Aint no hoes in us we can swing dem buds We can share some blood (blood <i>[x6]</i>) Let a nigga loose ima smack him like i do (do) Ima come and see you fuck that rappin in a booth (booth) I aint no studio or nothin my name in yo mouth And ima show you somethin fuck it This the first time double back dumpin (dumpin) Deep in the club they some suckas rush em (rush em) Get it how we get it dont let the singin fool ya We gets dirty dirty dirty never nervous Nah aint no love there (aint love there) Watch yo mouth or one day them thugstas yes They will run up on ya (on ya) and thats when its over cus We dont play no games so when we up on ya Believe we gone let it rain <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs <i>[Layzie Bone]</i> In the hood where its good yea we get respect On any street man its time to bill collect Its a promise little homie no need for threats We da best in the business we breed the next Nigga ride with a thug on a cleveland quest We really aint mad at you clones You gotta give credit where credit is due Why wouldnt they give it to bone If you ever gave props den a massive thanks Now you thinkin how a master thanks Way back in 94 stage stayed closed We opend the door nigga get that bank Flip that flow city to citymy niggas is gritty and ol boy Reppin that bone thug mo thug thugline Hit em with one rhyme they be like OH BOY (Oh boy) Now most of the greatest done did it And some of the latest done did it Rest in peace to the b-i-g Been 13 years and they still fuck with it Jay-z done did it j.d done did it little bow wow did it and killed it I love when a real nigga do they thang some wanna plead not guilty Nigga get filthy aint no playa hation some of yall niggas its congratulation Got your hand on my dick try to masterbate it Let me bust in face since you had to taste it Smash and takin whats rightfully mine Nigga betta check my profile Niggas is up in myspace eternally this be bones style (bone style) <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs |
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[Hook - Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, N**** I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, N**** I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) (And I know) [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] why'all n****z is p****, poonani, (Vagina) Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride You're print distrified, you're no longer desired So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let each coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound Slugs flyin at the speed of sound Tryin to catch the ears of n****z that's runnin their mouths I might get my Brooklyn n****z to run in your house I don't really understand what the runnin's about But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out Leavin 'em laid out, dead, in just a sport 'cause we ain't playin up here in New York [Hook - Fat Joe] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, N**** I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell the way the homie spit, That n****, I'm from New York (New York) I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause n****, I'm from New York (New York) (And this is how we do) [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] N**** I can see the coke in your nose This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find god But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray s*** Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like "Naw n****, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me" True Story, I'm bringin the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back) My n**** Dre said grind cook Now we killin them Howard n****z, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book Got b****es on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, n****z fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be at [Hook - Jadakiss] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, N**** I'm from New York (New York) (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and s***, N**** f*** what you thought (you thought) And you can't take s*** for granted, because life is too short (too short) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, N**** I'm from New York (Aha, and this is how we do) [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a b**** Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs And that coke will get you a long time But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online Wise has awoken And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles Just doin s*** for nothin, it's so spiteful Ha I'm just like you Word that n****z want to murk you is in the air A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air And I'm not c***y, I'm confident So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment [Hook - Jadakiss] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, N**** I'm from New York (New York) (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and s***, N**** f*** what you thought (you thought) And you can't take s*** for granted, because life is too short (too short) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, N**** I'm from New York (Aha, and this is how we do) |
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