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(james brown sample) "this is a man's world!"
Verse 1: Lies and rumors, money and hoes It's the world that I'm attached to, the world that I know Influential, never stable in the mental But clever, spittin' that same shit niggas is into I'll bleed for the craft if I have to, think rational Lovin' money and weed, pussy and fast food Tatoo a dead man's name on my arm I'm a thug in the street thats still afraid of his moms Everyday I watch a player get robbed, player get popped I try to drink the pain away and pray that it stops In the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar Niggas tried all that other shit and what's the use god? For the paper nature takes it too far, perfectionist Rep the bridge, where everything's foul except the kids We get it on, and contradict livin' long Though the clock will still tic when you gone. Chorus (this is a man's world!) Now if you a man be a man (you need a plan) If you fall (i'ma put you on your feet again) When you starve (i'ma show you how to eat again) And through it all (I'll show you how to be a friend) Now when you in charge be in charge (you need a squad) If you bored (i'ma show you how to be involved) I give 'em more (niggas know they can't see the God) I can't believe it God (I gotta eat or starve) Verse 2: Keep the livest image, high percentage Four in the mornin', Niggas blitzin' on corners like the line of scrimmage Convicts turnin' confident Enter the phase of niggas and they feminine ways Love my timberlands, cinnamon suede Bottles mo' proof For all the problems that a nigga go through It's forever real 'cause some scars can never heal I'd rather throw the cards in and pray I get a better deal Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifey's My duns up in the pens y'all need to write me Street cadets, alias names and re-arrests It doesn't take much to know that wrieffer helps relieve the stress We make moves or get caught for the loot Wild niggas on the block look for more to recruit Gettin' chips from an alternate route But the same breed It's been twenty-somethin' years now, I'm still lookin' for the same dream. Chorus Verse 3: In my world police recognize names Know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain You know the motto We live for today, there's no tomorrow We're only makin' time for the hoes that swallow F**k a role model, I need therapy Seven nights out the week I jump out my sleep breathin' heavily Keep my head up, only the strong survive Livin' in a man's world, still belongs to a tribe Took the family along for the ride Watch 'em eat Now I'm movin' with the same cats that'll rock me to sleep Never close your eyes, learn to roll with the wise 'cause some niggas 'll talk shit and play close to the sides While I call the shots And stay supportin' the block We livin' above the law until all of it stops I still open doors, a thug nigga overall And if you ain't know then black man go for yours. Chorus 'till fade... |
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We aint friend (guess it gotta be like dis) no more, howd it end (you made it like dis) cold war, we aint close (i thought we was gonna be here foreva) like we use to be (you and me) we aint friends
yo yo ( we aint friends) how long'd ya think that you could get away with it? (no more) did ya think the bullshit would stay hidden? (how'd it end) ya'll nukkas fuked up makin me choose (cold war) yo i use ta have love for you now i refuse (we aint close) to have anything other then hate my brothers fate finished (like we use to be) i wonder how the evil got up in us (we aint friends) , you throw dirt on my name when you bleed then you game when i need then you came but not now we aint friends do the math yo add and subtract every year i lose a close friend too many havnt come back i've seen nukkas on the night of there death i sat in on nukkas baggin up goin home inspired the chef i tried to make alittle money dunn and buy it myself not knowin that this drug shit required some help i had no where to turn yo what could i do when you gave me your back like nukka fuk you now i see what i couldnt b4 ya nose divin like ya'll Egypt air i put ya'll right in the morgue there aint a line that ya'll couldnt absorb i'll makes it clear for ya and makes it get up in ya area handle ya'll business let it be known that i know fuk tryna spread a rumor the lead is goin throw ya, ya neva grow too old ta get your revenge when its on then its on dont talk we aint friends ( we aint friends) how long'd ya think that you could get away with it? (no more) did ya think the bullshit would stay hidden? (how'd it end) ya'll nukkas fuked up makin me choose (cold war) yo i use ta have love for you now i refuse (we aint close) to have anything other then hate my brothers fate finished (like we use to be) i wonder how the evil got up in us (we aint friends) , you throw dirt on my name when you bleed then you game when i need then you came but not now we aint friends i know nukkas that are neutral and nukkas that move quick ta shoot ya throw ya stitchin stop ya twitchin cant sell no rocks without my permission nukkle head bring alot of friction the bullshit be non-existing so if you livin a lie that means you only welcome for a limited time i dont care who you know interfere with my doe then i'll come where you stay you was cool yesterday but now im livin for tomorrow a brand new me i move on never hesitate when you wrong catch me in the crib with one shoe on gettin the mail nuthin but bills and coupons over power ya'll im too strong im ? the kids they going crazy in the house when the juice gone are you as stubborn as me is it love is it beef then we all make amends if not we aint friends ( we aint friends) how long'd ya think that you could get away with it? (no more) did ya think the bullshit would stay hidden? (how'd it end) ya'll nukkas fuked up makin me choose (cold war) yo i use ta have love for you now i refuse (we aint close) to have anything other then hate my brothers fate finished (like we use to be) i wonder how the evil got up in us (we aint friends) , you throw dirt on my name when you bleed then you game when i need then you came but not now we aint friends We aint friend no more, howd it end cold war, we aint close like we use to be we aint friends |
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24-7, 365 days
niggas coming sideways, not me some are sloppy my style sharper than a three-piece suit plus a tie, and deper than the look, in a thugs eyes why do slugs fly? ask ya'self that why does Uncle Sam got us held back? my niggas sell crack, to survive thun it ain't what you wear, it's what you drive them crackers in the bank don't give a fuck if you live no offense, but y'all just gotta know that it's tense I'm energized, everytime that I rhyme, I go the length from point A to point Z I guess you slept, I guess you'll never realize how hot my joints be so turn it up, I found a new way to earn a buck rappin' for the people hustla's and murderers doctors and lawyers cops and Tom Sawyr type niggas ball playas earning nice figures everybody, play my shit loud at every party bitches get dicked down now they praying that they pregnant by me, on purpose, I be the nigga that you worship staying in ya tape deck spraying ya favorite verses again and again peep my adrenaline Thugged the fuck out at the same time a perfect gentleman (Chorus) You ain't never heard no shit like this(6X) Now who else could take a beat like this and twist it speak wisdom, and sound clear on a cheap system it gotta be me, you know my policy I keep you on ya toes like high heel shoes for real though irritating like when ya beard grow try to trim it, the hottest nigga in the rap game without a gimmick keep my hat on matching my wears bitches ask me for loot only after my deal it's all real I'm critically acclaimed my shit bang from here to Quebec niggas show me either fear or respe |
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| 4:49 |
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(nature)
Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze Never understood why they never liked me 'cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees Starin at my feet all you see is nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves Round trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning Previous plans, they spoiling A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance >from st. john's to wake forest, wait for us Straight ballers, you hearin it first Nate flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, while niggas like y'all stay scoreless (chorus) All my niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) Niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) (nas) What's me without the hood? A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no blood A f**k but don't nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name >from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef No peace, through the song, what I see you see (nature) Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me Niggas wanna roll wit me Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me Thinkin of a way where I can better myself Sometimes I get a head of myself Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed So high I must be outta my mind Chorus (nature) It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through Mash fools out like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw My dunn call this shit animal rap Me, I call it dumbin My near-sighted niggas saw it comin More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that Chorus 2x |
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When you thought it was no love
It's always love around the world When you think it's no war It's always war [Verse 1] Ayo, ayo I almost got caught by this young bitch, a dumb bitch I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds She don't even drink, shorty sips SunKiss Caught me on the one on one, always try to tongue kiss She aint the type of girl that I'll have my son wit Days are fun wit, fucked everywhere brought stuffed teddy bears Told me that she loved me and she very scared Up until now, she never trusted any man She never knew about my other boo, comin through My dimepiece teachin summer school, part time At night, honey was a stripper Givin cats lap dances, the money was quicker Mid town Manhattan crib, shorty live by herself Raisin little man, five and still shit on hisself In the fridge, wasn't shit on the shelf Roach legs and cheese She was the head pro, you know she got a extra key She met my dog, slept in my draws Now she go in my pockets, intercept my calls Like the other day, Young Love called me from school She answered and hung up, arguments was brung up For a hot second, hit me with tears, somethin not expected Stared at my eyes like I got her pregnant Said Nate, I never really ever want you to go I said it's somethin that I want you to know HOOK: You're my Young Love My lady (knawmean) You're everything in this world there is to me (That's the way it's supposed to be) I gotta be with you, or someone Fly Young Love, my Young Love [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo in the cut, Young Love still diggin her guts In school sick, callin me to pick her up, jumped in the whip Swervin on my way to Murry Bergdrom I could tell by her voice ph |
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I gots no birth records, no next of kin Know alotta motherfuckers got no best friends Know the weather checkin ten ten winds A.M., first and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cash in Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin Wrong move, ask yourself which leg you wan' lose Cuz you gon lose I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas Keep showin y'all with difficult this Kept the world sayin dunn but never been to the bridge What type of shit is that, fraudulence But what's the cause of it Nature came through, erasin all of it Stop the presses, groupie niggas ask alotta questions I repeat this is not a question If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press 'em Keep the glock by the intestines 38 waist, wit a belt Regardless of your stats, you could catch a shaft HOOK: Believe me when I tell you this [2X] Nothing y'all can do for me [2X] I don't believe in selfishness This time I want my crew to eat, my crew We comin through a hundred strong [2X] Comin wit a hundred miles, a hundred miles Bumpin shit all summer long, bump that You want it then and want it now We want it now [Verse 2] Yo, ayo I rap for my niggas, and rap for the hoes Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood It somehow, stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprains, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english, even rap for science Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankess, the Mets It's New York, New York, from Clue to Flex New cassettes stay poppin up Your boo let me throw my cock |
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Peep the reprucussions
causing deep discussions brothers that fight might only speak to cousins rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn grandma's they turn to Stella's when they need some loving my name holds weight, bigger than a Saint Bernard some think because its rap that it aint a job think again, i try to sepearate my do's from don'ts niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes some dudes be confused when they broke misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile my hoodrats be women now, ?? lot yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not how much ass can i pass up? tilt your glass up this one's for the kids in Arkansas that shot they class up when I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or not Q-B forever niggas keeping it locked smoking cheeba some supply it some'll grow it reefer some'll buy it some'll roll it the chronic if you try'd it then you know it the toxic i'm getting high when i roll it you know i wanna hit the chocolate some brothers love to see them clouds the hydro some brothers love to get aroused the la-la in some paper or a dutch the ganja i cant wait to get a rush marijuana I play cards with Ray Charles cheat for a grand once I deal out the deck take a peak at his hand he got blackjacks but still losing is ?{weak I write a hook and feel my beat Trayino, Mike G should read his feet}? Play these niggas now in 98 no time to graze niggas cause they might tell white judges, like the icegrill hoes set you up-the same way that Pac and Mike fell Private affairs if I know your wife well switch to different subjects some of the styles that I hit you up with-a |
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Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames Bald heads and heavy chains Somehow caught in the game Back in '83, before cable TV When these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories Live niggas here before me Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats, the Pauly's Outlaw league, from the street to the Pen Eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent Off the perfect mixture Forcin' down herbs and liquor Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker Think it out and elevate, I gave years to the state As a 92-R-7478, it set me straight The changing of a stubborn cat The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night Straight shots of Hen with no chaser Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier The Gremlins, the pack that I come with Keep gats by the stomach Act up and stack hundreds Niggas don't want it, see me I be the ring leader, Lion tamer Do the bankhead and Macarena A black entertainer, bottom line Ya'll niggas know who got the hottest rhymes Face it, I got the whole globe on some Nate shit Straight from the corners to the covers of the latest Rap Pages Turn the Projects to black Vegas Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just me? Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this Wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters Niggas need to know what the truth is Fuck the sarcasm I miss my nigga Mark but God has 'em When I see his flics I start spazzin' I learned to let it go But I guess livin' this life a nigga never know I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night I used to love Starters, thug garments Boppin' into Spofford, R.O.R. on drug charges Writin' on walls, florescent markers and krylon Savin' my loot to buy a firearm Broken safety, borough hall and Jay street Hopped the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me Problems came when I started slingin' Late night I hear revolvers ringin' The echos cause cops to start Rodney Kingin' Many riots, is there any silence? Everybody sipped Henny, hustled with many clients Growin' up on the same block my Pops was raised Rocked waves, blend tapes playin' on hot days Brought the speakers out Police made us put the wrieffer out Peep it, I was too young to leave the house I'm tryin' to see the World, runnin' the streets without a care I remember it well 'cause I was there I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night |
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| 3:32 |
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I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips
niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move fort apache Queensbridge corner athlete at 6-1 170 plus Hennyed up walk around like I could never be touched the whole clique be heavily truck peep the style though tricking house notes and whips on these foul hoes wild as Alpo crack crusade rap bu-ffets a rare site like blacks in toupees keep the Rollie shinin' true players know the science and those that's behind me be the Giants while y'all are Jets last place niggas minor threats stay on the move till it's time to rest aint it bugged? so take it back to the time Rickle's with Doug I used to fiend to hear my shit in the club torchin it for the less fortunate y'all need to watch me bitches start to swarm like the paparazzi pussy and money it made me cocky celebrity getting no sleep drinking heavily and live the life some will never see (chorus) I got a fist full of dollars (and you talking that shit) rich rap scholar (and you talking that shit) we plan to live forever (don't be talking that shit) you better get your shit together (stop talking that shit) it's the top of the division (still talking that shit) knock'em out position ('cause we talking that shit) anything can happen (so don't be talking that shit) now watch me go platinum (just for talking that shit) 1's for the money 2's for the weed spot undercover cops follow me though they need not it's like I'm Rick James caught in the mix rockin' thick chains from hood to hood aint shit changed supplying hits the type of cat hoes eye and dip tricking the same loot that |
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W: I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends N: I don't give a fuck about your Man boo W: I don't give a fuck about your friends N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you N: I don't even know why you page me W: I don't even know if I can trust you N: Yo, is you jumpin' it off? W: is you jumpin' it off? N: If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you Verse 1: I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls they let it ring once, they let it ring twice damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes the Fifty state roamer had to throw the fake on her heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner wait for her, it might take days but back home's where the fight takes place punches and scratches headlocks and hatchets screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin' comin' at ya, whats up with that shit? Chorus Verse 2: Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse engagement, marriage, then divorce devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go let her know who the fuck she wit' like any Man unless he's whipped a messy script leads to domestic dis |
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Don't Stop
Uh huh Don't Stop, real hot, it's crazy hot in here Don't Stop, word, yeah, uh huh, yo, ayo Don't Stop, keep going [Verse 1] Ayo many people tell me my style is terrific It is kinda different, but let's get specific 1998, I appear for the listeners The hoes, same ones appearin at my shows It's niggas in this game tryin na be like me You could see em in the club playin V.I.P. Aint nothin wrong, all o my dogs came to ball And when we play the dance floor, y'all play the wall Like graffiti, changin my style weekly Niggas know, we recognize cats into dough We A alike, B alike, gotta twist the 'dro Shittin on my name might get a nigga smoked Tension when he wit his wiz, hit him in the throat Like blau, thugs aint 'posed to back down Bitches only love them cats that act wild What you grossin, eatin shit up, when you fuckin frozen And eat you up like a fuckin vulture Don't Stop, keep goin [7X] [Verse 2] Battle of the beat shit, I heat shit It's real, five nights straight a steep hill Call me Mr. Clutch, nigga my game's tight Spittin out the hot shit, my slang's tight In the back of the club, spottin hoes Yeah we drunk, but that don't mean we can't fuck It's beats like this that keep me amped up Niggas on the block that need that anthem Weed be Branson, cleans out the lungs Niggas talk shit need to bring out they guns Double barrel, imagine the thugs comin at you Once you get hit, you can't run the slugs travel Careful what you wish for, or live for Goin up against yours, my shit's raw I'm hopin that you zoom in, soon you'll get the picture Now ask yourself who's the victor Don't |
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