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from Made Men - Classic Limited Edition (1999)
Ladies and gentlemen, right now
We wanna bring forth to the stage A very special guest The undisputed Made Men Ayo don't run up on me, wit dat rah rah, Smoking lah lah I'll blow holes in your dada, you nada I toke a lotta, choke a lotta... from Havana And stroke skins in the Ramada, I open drama Told the lamas in my bomba, word to mama Ready to war in pajamas in these cold streets I hold heat... I'm a known thief, with gold teeth Matching custom made gold jeep Croam rims, brown Tim's plus a Benz gettin' flown in Equipt with shit to make domes spin You average, we set standards Trend set, Made Men wet Anything moving in front of the Tek With a maculet, acuret aim, crack the game With a homerun, blasting lames wit they own gun And its on son, my air crowds got the spare gat By the gear shaft, with the clear gats out like tear gas The wrong ones since a young gun Notta unson hero with a filled sombrero Gimme arms Memph, bomb threat phenomenom shit I get (Uh!) the doe (Uh!) 'cause I want it (That's right!) *Made grams makin' alright While we push big cars under moon light Be those 20 inche mirrors on Mercedes Nigga knock for those niggas actin' shady Never ever turn my back on my Made Men Nigga when its time to set it, just say when But for now we gonna ride like its do or die And when its all set and done its just you and I C'mon, let the game break "G" Even though its da grain 'cause of Made Men Sellin' drugs with pistols just to get papes 211 your spot, leave you an 87 And a pen and pad be my only weapon Aproachin' Armageddon, care to learn a cautious lesson? Second guessin' in this life can be costly When the bangs brokin' leave a nigga frosty Frozen stiff from the 40 mill mega lift From a game played out like a Sega gift For the streets, shit take a major wiff Of the high ponent, seedless, canibus and teva, I believe that It takes a lot of pain away, I do this everyday It gotta be a betta way, lookin' for rider Tomorrow been sufferin' the sorro Took the heat, took the lead, now you follow Every road has two paths Ones fun and laughs opposite of blood bath I chose the better half, run with the cheddar staff Avoid the garbage, recycle the trash To get track cats slapped up and kidnapped 'Cause we rappin' don't mean it can happen, see the gas clappin' Atease, you been clear from the homicide Nuthin' ta fear 'cause we here (Just you and I!) *Repeat (x2) Here I go again (It's just you and I!) ohhhhhhhhh Let's ride Let's ride Here I go again That keeps us alright Lets ride |
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My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy
I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me? I'm a No Limit thug nigga Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer Cause I hang with the MADE Men 600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface And then the Feds started watchin me Johnny Cochran's clockin me Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me Started from the bottom, made it to the top I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me and nickname me The Last Don And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind Deja vu.. You could be the thug that I will do (That's right baby) Is it you? Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve' How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek off While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the sheik long Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical Unabomber Puffin head trauma, slugs blastin through your body armor *Deja vu.. [UNNNNNNNNGH] You could be the thug that I will do (Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm) I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM) I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] Deja Vu [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk Get a taste of this slam dunk Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk Tryin to make all my shit bump til my pockets got the mumps Always pray I never have to dump with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked You shoulda ducked you bitch A killer really never have to switch A-with the real slow pitch that hit Bass that make your ears split Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic Better pay attention who you fuckin with Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies Made Men blow your back out til you black out Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four Made Men, these niggaz bug more *Repeat |
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*We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out)
We like to bang out (We like to bang out) And keep it movin (We keep it movin yo) x2 Its all about money, weed, gunz and drugz Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin meat Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats Riddin shotgun, S-class 3 thou Sedan Benzo, playin Nintendo with my man Flosin, spittin my game at the bar Tropical, kickin tall, doll with a parasol Street elegant, with a relevant style Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau Executive jet, first class, sip the moet Turn the hands back, 3 hours on the Rolex East coast to West Coast return to the future From Boston to Cali smokin high times Buddah Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lambergini SV Coupe Deablo Pablo, show me the stash with the cash Or I blast, stain your pro woodframe glass I'm prouder than 4 point zero, the pan or leer-o Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio I'm sittin in the lap of luxury But i'm still spittin caps for thugz who be plusly livin comfortbly Cigar handlings be Cuban Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion *Repeat (x2) Yo, Drop the top on the whip Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want trip Tryin to keep a low profile like parole While i'm bumpin, Sony suround sound Makaveli We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino Thug niggas elevatin the art of livin well What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell Keep it movin, You know the MO, or catch a demo On how we flip up the whole fuckin tempo Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes Iced out medals, usually count fouls To a hundred, up all night gettin blunted Roll around in a 6 hundred, on 20 inch nickel Got your wife all on my pickel Backseat swingin heps up in my jeep The watercraft do a world class cobra retreat That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach She wanna freak in a two piece, smellin on peach Scuba divin in the blue waters of Aruba Flowin palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga Credabilty street provin, thats why i got to keep it movin *Repeat (x3) |
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It's that type of thing right here
Yeah Vacant Lot dumb niggas! Make it hot dumb niggas! Made Men dumb niggas! No matter what what! x2 *Talk shit but no matter what Y'all know that y'all won't win Go for your gun nigga what Y'all can't fuck with Made Men Talk shit but no matter what Y'all know that y'all won't win Go for your gun nigga what(Benzino) Y'all can't fuck with Made Men No matter who you are you heard of the name Let me introduce(nigga what) Clear the way let these macks let loose If we can't say this shit right now We should leave Or get it on right here See who's first to bleed There's nothin' you can do That ain't been done Like bein' stabbed with a knife or maybe shot with a gun My mission in life to make you move Not stoppin' you It's very possible my Made Men are hot Yo, yo, Gzus of Made Men feel the tantrum See any man come Whipped out the biscuit see many man run When the gun feel the slug spit (Blow!) You in the Devil's hands When we on some murder shit You don't stand a chance Under the mug shit Thug shit Never sleep strapped on the low with the .38 snub heat Playing some music on the .44 These MC niggas screaming battles my platoon want war I comes Hell or high water Nine double and Luger Premium Triton lick shots in my coop, uh Twin shooter Feel my vein's runnin' cold but Save my life I look in your eyes and show no love No judge I realease verdicts through my clip Hot gun powder burns on my wrist and hip Body bags and homi' tags The deaf tone look retro Is payback my tech blow Fatal through Your chest, yo *Repeat Squeeze keep it rough on a drug dealer budget Slugs peel your nugget Fuck around and feel this rough shit Snub shit With hot rocks to penetrate y'all Lake all the squads brawl nigga this ain't paintball Ain't y'all them killers that were screamin' bloody murder? You heard of Twice Thou and his work with a lovely burner I blast for the i-con Black python Blowin' barrel Waiting in the shadow to spit at you As my world turns One life to live let my heat burn Not concerned with those who oppose me Demand respect from all those who know me Pose a threat You ain't seen nothin' yet We certified coneseuirs At this war shit Flesh eating carnivours Squeeze four fifths Smokin' on a pound of raw With a bad bitch Fuck around with Benzino and get blasted Look in his eyes he scared to die (Fuck him let him fry) I never seen a man cry Till his life is flashin' by Satanic niggas pullin' gigantic triggers Broke with no hope of ever seein' dollar figures I know the real killers The real thugs The real niggas gettin' cheese True G's and you ain't none of these I rep five sets to the fullest with a live tech And stay grimy like I'm always in the projects *Repeat |
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*We the undisputed, the most wanted, the most hated
Most niggaz never squeeze, they overated You fascinated by the way my clan made it Classic limited edition, Made Men on a mission We out performin, perform for the bitches and the thug niggaz We slug niggaz while the FEDs try to bug niggaz Move confidental, i'm layin in your back yard my nine clamp hard, Made Men rap hard I'm killin you with 12 cylinders of raw rap puff dat, before I scarf gats, through your hard hat run circles around your favorite rap star push a black car, horse power like NASCAR sip Heinikkens, puff lime green with hash she's, madd deep sash heep under the back seat, actually all the beef shit, put to sleep quick when i squeeze this, 3 fifth, leave you breatless portable gunz, exceptional caps and clips grab the mack, lick off slugs for this rappin shit melt down your compound, put a jerry thing in your village the illest in this game of code killas break handcuffs then i rock'em like a braclet clipin wild out, on some glock in your face shit the first camp, crew thick out the pit stop if you ain't up on that check your hit..... cold hands from the cold steel hot head from the hot lead stuff from the old sheild, ghetto appeal thug nigga type of anthem, get a Mill. 4 ransom then i spend it all on brands son *Repeat It's the fastest gun in the East, never the least Put down my heat, fill up my hands in beef pop in the madd clip, hopin out the flag chip up in the club, tryin to bag shit, go bags to rich Full switch, only have more chicks on my dick I spits on them shits emcees be wanna fuck wit No caholnes, don't come fuckin with me Hombres My crome blaze, uncontolably on your homies Antonio, christed out, nice style more than ever, pull a beretta I bought my leather, squeeze the level Thought you'd never, fuck with a Made Man With doe show, when it comes to the strap, i'm bicostal, your gullabull You and your boys be in your room bangin on books We castle like a wolf move in, leave you shook and shakin, any moo you make nigga i'm takin 2-11 strong, i'm shapin no conversation this gun talk diolauge, I spit fire dog Murder for hire dog until I retire dog You wanna lock horns with 2 thou., make sure your physically fit A mack hit, it's that Made Men shit *Repeat (x2) |
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Turn up my headphones Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going (We about to take you there) *Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain? Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind I'm high as hell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs, And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that's unsettled Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain Yo, it's slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards Made Men's at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner Hotter than a sauna, blazin' marijuana Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo Cause fuck that, that's where niggaz be getting snuffed at Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take i to n the chin So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind *Repeat (x2) I inhale and blow it out Stress calls, in the Source no doubt I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker I had a dream; it seems frustration took us Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy? Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got You know there's a million niggaz thinking just like me Smokin' on the same weed, livin' on the same named street With the same fat beats, and all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets to make a smash like the crash test Now what's next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent I work hard, my life; it's still hard to get Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it's lit up I can't relax; I'm never calm No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to do me harm And these street politics got me strapped up with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess Don't playa hate, hate the game It's all the same; I'm blowing circles 'til I'm blowing flames Ain't nothing changed *Repeat (x2) Where my thugs at? (Made Men) x5 *Repeat (x2) |
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I'm in party mode now, uhh, you don't stop
C'mon, with the, with the, c'mon D-Dot, c'mon *Is it you? (Y'all the ones the ladies love to touch) Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men Is it you or is it Deja Vu? Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all) Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Is it you or is it Deja Vu? Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days Benz 6, V-12, 19's for shoes Mens thick with a team known to squeeze the uz' Cute girls, jewels whirlpools and champagne I ran game, Made Men's on they brain Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that's made Baguettes don't shine? Then get it appraised Perform for MC's with Bentley's and M3's Burn bomb trees with mamis, sit under palm trees Some niggaz talk like P Cardy, won't grab, three shotty Let off three bodies, platinum three parties I move quicker than, half of the niggaz that's witcha and move swifter than, cats who Jack the Ripper so when I say check this, respect this If you ain't with me and Made Men, get off the guestlist You see I'm from a place where it's nuttin but beats Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street Too much light and too much heat, pick a fight with these freaks Got a hundred Harlem brothers that'll daze y'all crew But this is the remix to the Deja Vu *Repeat Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up If you don't give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up It's the knock-right, hit from D-Dot got everybody bouncin, steamin up ounces Ain't no beef, just liquor, and reefer that's cheap It's cheat or defeat, your girl is quicker to leave I wanna know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat Meet me in the back after this track International, money magnificence To go against this, I think you know the consequence I rock Kangols, my link dangles Got more Cash than Tango, from my mad flows Yo, yo, yo Hey yo my shit is fatal, one blow, I make your chin to-ma-to Don't make me run up in your crib and kill what's in the cradle I'll make you wish you was dead, push a brick through your head Rush my click through your set, suck my dick, lick it yeah You the worst I ever heard, cursed with severed nerves And my words to every verse like feathers to a bird Rhyme compatible, my nine'll rip the spine outta you Why should I battle you? You couldn't define one parable I'm thug animal, Hannibal Lect', real cannibal Eatin that ass like fire and gas, my shit's flammable Frightenin in fact, you know niggaz is bitin my raps Writin exactly the same like they recitin my back Niggaz carbon copies, always mockin my shit But can't nobody stop me, get up on top of me dick I'm surprised if you thick, and I ain't with gettin caged in But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be ought by the A.M., what? Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all) Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Is it you or is it Deja Vu? *Repeat (x2) |
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*When you wanna get this loot (right now)
When you want a Benz coupe (right now) When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right now, right now, right now) **When you wanna get these riches (right now) When you wanna fuck these bitches (right now) It's time to start killin snitches (right now, right now, right now) The six re-convicted felon drop gems With the clique heat addiction, pop the first one flinchin Takin playas out the game, and bench em, then we lynch em Listenin to Henchmen to finish off the mission (get em) All my soldiers into position Son clinchin the coke with his finger itchin Screamin why his niggas' snitchin It's the suckas' way of fuckin with my ones You gonna play with guns, then I got em by the tons Federal Reserve notes keep me at your throat You can tell from the smell from the fire that I wrote Don't test this infectious, cause GZus wreck shit A tech smith, your last request, next shit, at your residence Squeeze with no hesitance, stay forever bent - over dead presidents Commit acts with no malice Tryin to ball out, before my number call-out Going all-out, can't wait to hear my niggas shout (shout it out) *Repeat Twist the Philly up Nigga, what's really up (wassup) Feel me, throw ya nine-milli up (BOW!) Guns - get the poppin, forever hip-hoppin Hot ones clappin, make it happen, with a Mack 10 Wildin, off some liquor Flee with the heat nigga (yeah) Tote some weed nigga (yeah) Slow your speed nigga (yeah) Throw your hands up high You a stand-up guy, that won't testify Best have tried, to come bang with the Made Compare that, to gun battlin with a switch blade Hits blazed (hits blazed), shits played in the club Get mix tape love, so you know it ain't a fake Was bustin you next, like Russian roulette You wet, and I don't fear nothin you rep ** Repeat Sissy, get lick off, shut off, bust off, hear off? Don't you wanna take some? Don't you wanna take some? (bust it) Since when you didn't know I was a Made Man Benzino-Hangman Don't get caught up in my gang land D-techs? still be checkin on my resume' Still I wet about four niggas anyway Never worry about defeat cause I roll deep [pause] Got you runnin down your own street So if you wanna get some? (Made Men) *Repeat **Repeat When you wanna blaze it up (right now) When you want dollar figgas (right now) Tell me, when you wanna fuck these niggas (right now, right now, right now) **Repeat *Repeat **Repeat |
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*I wanna made man don't care bout what you heard
I don't care what you think I don't care what they say We fly threw friendly skies touchdown Blow smoke out the roof blue bentley crew Roll up sho' nuff all sold up Know us hit the spot and get tore up Show up wit a gang of cars Valet to parley straight to the bar Woo skinned suits Timberland boots Spend enough loot when Made Men come through We ball wit the ballas all bout dollers Floss 10 G's in gems round they collars Luxury life bring a buggin device but I'm straight up so I'm lovin my life On a average night might bag ya wife And make off like a thief with a bag of ice Box in my goochie watch blow tight For the whole night I shine like a strobe light *Repeat (x2) I see you watchin gettin mad cuz I'm gettin this done Made Men yo 5 double 0 benzito My neck and my wrist wear ice no doubt I'ma still be shinin when the lights blown out Get it right I'ma big dog recognize When you see us comin threw best step aside Take heat to tha game dog watch and learn I'ma ball till im 80 wit cheese to burn Gotta keep my eyes open when I bounce in the range Since I'm stackin change you be lookin strange but that's alright that's all good still the flossiest nigga in the whole neighborhood Should I hit em wit a penny or cop a drop We be blazin hot made men won't stop and when the club let out I'll be sittin in my ride waitin for the shorty that I bagged aside *Repeat (x2) Round up the crew and head to the strip place Luke's choosen booze and expensive drinks The game out my mouth that I spit at shorties Go 0 to 60 like a 740 I'm droppin things coppin things 95 diamonds in my pinky ring I stay O T still cash pile You know the new style blue reptile When we show up in the club dont hate Cause we straight and to blow up we won't wait Love from the bar free Dom P Sightsee after G get tipsey I'm gonna need a spot wit a dime and some change Move from tha 1500 to the range Got made men and the system buggin Compared to my crew your crew say nothin *Repeat (x5) |
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I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga Specialize through the job nigga 357 degrees Fahrenheit on the thermastat When I burn the clap at night, Star War Milleninum guns, titanum Strap bombs on my back like them Iranians Surgacial gloves, murderin' thug Get the worst when I bug this verse in a slug Blaze wit eight clips, rip like some shit off the Matrix Boston, state of mine, stay sick Live rounds, five pounds of heat yo 'Cause most of ya'll killas ain't down to beat Spit digital depth, studio crime, shitty flow My dirty work get you murk in my Simi yo Twice style bring it foul to ya life style Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights out (Yo!) I throw my grees high, red black silver tab Levi, stay high Buy the around in a gray five I call my niggas on my hands feet, voice recanition Recognize by high park camition My black B hat, tilted a lil' to the left Maniac Boston Mass. nigga modo life or death I'm blowin' hash 'til my very last breath And I won't stop buckin' 'til there's no one left *Spit the hot shit for niggas on the block down on rock shit All about money and skins, and burnt chocolate 3 stripe killaz out the gates of Boston Run up on this, run wit caution **Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots South Van High Park stay hot J.P. Dorchester smoke trees Providence Springfield niggas toke heat Fedaralli most wanted, P.P.V. most tonted Try to put my head in a gotlent I'm off pro V, roll freely in a 850 And bang my own shit in my CD deck Wit ten thou worth of ice around my neck 'Cause I have to pay the price for the love and respect I walk through the bricks of Kevlar, long sleeve 'Cause ain't no honor amongst thieves Mad raps runnin' for cheese and get caught in the trap Suspect 'til prospect for guns and ones I represent for crooks, killers and dope dealers See live hustlers turn to job squealers Can't hold water so they pissed on a nigga Caught in a quiz now, go figa My mind setters get the paper and jet And anybody in the way will gettin' wet Or help for a Hanson ransom, if they won't pay Blast 'em, we mash 'em wit 4 pounds With devices that silence the sound With no faces, no trace or no plates *Repeat **Repeat *Repeat ***New York Cali motherfuckers bust shots New Orleans Tennesse niggas stay hot D.C. Philly motherfuckers smoke trees Detroit Carolina niggas toke heat **Repeat *** Repeat |
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I can't adjust to this new way of livin
I've always been a product of the street, crime drivin I came up under older niggas up to no good What I don't know, you was nuthin in your own hood Baggin up Manilla envelopes of weed Likin bag after bag, until it made my lips bleed You want your shit, slide your money under the door And if you try somethin funny, you get wet up wit the 4-4 I used to be on 4 corners bustin all nights To the sun up, not afraid to hold my gun up Started sniffin bags of Brown Smurf Dennis "the" Mennace Stickin niggaz, now just let me finish 5 years later, i'm trapped up in this game shit Faces change, but it's really all the same shit These young Boston Mass. niggaz taught a city yo Eight floor, Superior Court, they lockin niggaz up I heard the soundz form the steel door slamin I heard the soundz of my nigga Tee's gun jamin My nigga Rock, Damn near died up in my lap And should'nt nobody have to go through that I'm FED investigated, got drama in the streets i'm doin drugs, and tryin to rap and fuck beats Every other day be like runin from the jake don't wanna see my dog like that, outta way It's gettin so, I can't even shed tears Forget all that, let's talk about these last 5 years I never took for granted why i'm still breathin A family is for somethin, but I don't know the reason I survived through all the agony and pain Of years pass, dodgin death when you call my name It's over dog, it's a new time, new era Almost got 15 years for 3 letters It's fucked up, the FED's got you snitchin on a ho No stay of execution, cause niggaz ain't comin home I lost about 100 niggaz to these streets My lifestyle's changed, but i still hold heat I'd rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6 colect calls, niggaz be sendin me flix I'm older now so that means i'm much wiser Stay 1 step ahead of the game, my pops is liver He always said grave don't have no fear He always told me hey don't trust no bitch He said make sure you take care of your moms and most important of all, hey don't be no snitch These are the words that i live by that's why i'm still here After 15... |
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from Rush Hour 2 (러시 아워 2) by Lalo Schifrin [ost] (2001)
Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough What, what, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, Figadoh Ray Benzino.. Hangmen . Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P... What the fuck? Let's give it to ya Yeah, what the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) Come on (Ha ha ha) Guess who's comin through right now, bitch? To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitch Hunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitch Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch You s faggot, I'ma keep you motherfuckers shaking And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me What we be on and that we would have a recipe Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy? Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy The news be tryin and run go report niggas The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P. Just for the record - none of you niggas can fuck with me! Figadoh Doooooooooough Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! You know me, Figada-figada-figada Get that dough, Figada-doh Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town Fuck a bus - we private jet Motown Boston streets.. where I put my flow down Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down Blaze shots for the gangster in me You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherfucker) Big guns, no thang to me Top three is what I aim to be Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3 Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me Original gon come, brew it up M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up When I reach, it ain't to greet you Fuck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you B-E-N-Z-I-N-O... This the remix, Figadoh, bitch! [ (Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh! Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!) I spit 8 bars and smack the fuck out the engineer before the songs done Just to make this shit more hotter So tighten up your training wheels bitch... Cause your fucking with a scholar With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!) Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!) I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin I ain't hear nothin, start runnin Why you suprised, you a fucking with a man who got.. (Fire!) With sides will.. (Fire!) Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach |
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from Undisputed (언디스퓨티드) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
[Intro: Benzino]
Unh, Hangmen 3 2 Times and J.B. Yeah, Benzino, c'mon Let's take it to these motherf**king streets, yo Yo, throw your 3's up [Benzino] Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta With ties to the west coast, banging Motherf**k a street team, my team bereave streets Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept glocks Trucks ramped, niggas couldn't understand it Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax Niggas can't touch me, my nose gettin runny I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you Enough's enough, let's take it to the streets Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c'mon [Chorus: Benzino] Go hard, or go home - I don't wanna hear it My shit too long, and now you gon feel it We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard [Benzino] Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago My choppa sting ya, make you scream "A bay Maria!" Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats My closet's like a rainbow - Velour suits change like the weather Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD's from skippin You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin GQ Magazine, we on page 144 Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour I bet chu didn't know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas Stop hating motherf**ker, go hard! [Chorus] [Benzino] Benzino strike back - most hated, f**k this rap game Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga.. thug Rhyme sick style, arrogant.. thug Run up on me wrong - not having it My crew been through so much that you can't dream of Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs I'm organized, my shit's effective Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with Guns clicked.. hold up, we on some other shit Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas [Chorus 2x] |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
(Benzino:)
In the studio all night makin' hits since you claim I don't right I'm a put it like this Benzino shit tight when I flex my wrists check the publishing dawg I gets checks for this and the public gonna love with the check for this motivated by the hate you better check the list shit's climbin' homeboy you better check these whips fully loaded with a tech two extra clips now it wasn't really that long ago when I put it down with my team almighty R.S.O. hustler by night make beats in the day had that thing under the bed if you fuck with Ray damn shame why we gotta live this way protect my life by any means I ain't dyin' today and I love rap music it's the reason I'm alive and my faith in God is the reason I survive what (Chorus:) I'm prayin' forever I gotta find another way up ain't no way I'll ever give up I'm stayin' forever and there ain't nothin' holdin' me down ain't no way to count me out (Benzino:) Not too many chose the path that young Zino took where the R.S.O. or Made Men cats we shook I find it hard to believe that dawg's still livin' let alone makin' music and I in prison Destiny's some shit you can't avoid build a solid foundation and you can't destroy Me Jeff and JD we keepin' it real we stay-in homeboys fuck a record deal shit don't move less you got somethin' to prove caught up in the streets go gun for gun since day one I know I stack a million plus maintain keep my cash flow up bumble and sickly still got my .38 with me and my gangsta tight like invincible shit get critical you face I ain't feelin' you dead upon arrival it's all about survival I'm a rep for my title (Chorus) (Benzino:) Dead before dishonor I'm a scream it loud put in work Four Corners where I move the crowd undenied my dawg's were the best around media constantly tryin' to test my ground attitude real 'noyed my trust is gone temper always flare up my patience worn association's a bitch when you known by all conspiracy with a snitch wanna see me fall Raw shit revoke I don't seem to ever learn my lesson Hayes blowin' out the roof spray envy and blessin' Ray face the truth when niggas start confessin' hot up in the booth I hope I answered all your questions (Chorus) Ain't no way to count me out I'm gon' be here for you babe we gotta find a way out ain't no way I'll ever give up |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea Yellow Man, yea.. Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me) Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from) Benzino, yea (my nigga) Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh) Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?" Look up in the mirror five all up on my back it's... uh ohh Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot Everybody having fun niggas don't stop Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... Maybe all the ladies wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'till there's no more Heny left Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) (WHAT WE GONNA DO) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B Jeans Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh) Got up on that ass when she came up in the door Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*} People going hard cause you know the mood is right Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap VIP crowded so I take it to the back Up in the code room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) (WHAT WE GOIN DO) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) 5 in the morning more drinks at the crib Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in! Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend "Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us" Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stack (yea) Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon) Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time Suns comin' up 'bout to close the blinds (yea) This is how we do almost everyday Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... C'MON! We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
(feat. Jadakiss)
[Intro: Benzino] Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un [Jadakiss] Yo, yeah, aiyyo We can do whatever you want to, I promise Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas I'm two guns up over the roof Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth Cuz a lot of niggas jus talkin Wanna kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em Cuz niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot and they walkin They sendin dudes up like clockwork Niggas that can't hold it down usually come home with artwork Ain't no such thing as a smart jerk Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk D-Block nigga, we got work That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt You ran off Broadway, I get top work Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why.. [Chorus: Benzino] Everybody wanna call your name Until you squeeze them chromey thangs Everybody wanna call you out Until you pull up at the house And everybody wanna try and bluff Go head nigga press your luck, what's up? And everybody wanna call your name Don't wait, jus please call my name [Jadakiss] Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy With a extra thirty clip in my back pocket so try me I'm on the yellow lines on one knee Tryna hit a nigga in a building in One-D Yeah, D-Block, you hatin the unity I bring it to your motherfuckin gated community In case you ever get it in your mind again Twenty lil dirty niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens [Benzino] By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house We screwin silencers, put a muzzle on that AK Rip that nigga shit in half, make that bitch pay Annihilate, every piece of ground you walk on No need to talk on coward, I get my chalk on It's always one nigga on the side Talkin out his mouth next thing you know he bleedin from his side [Chorus] [Benzino] Are you crazy? I was in the dirt since '87 If war is hell, then will I ever go to heaven? The D duck, Zino bring the Tommy when I re-up Four and a half is nothin, get your ki's up You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk Slide off with your bitch, L.E.S. track bump Cats still can't figure me out (What?) Askin how this nigga in the game gained so much clout? Fuck whoever wanna claim king, I lay you down Take your chain and your ring, you can keep the crown I told your man the same thing, he can eat these rounds Lacerate your face, pistol whip you unconscious Your block never did so I know you can't want this You rap a good one, but I see it in your eyes You like to bang on wax cuz you don't wanna die [Chorus] [Outro: Benzino] Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
[Benzino]:
Now we gon burn this right here Ay yo dim the lights down yeah yeah we gon let the track talk to em Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit you'd think I had the world in my palm surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M. still ain't all peaches and cream cause it's hard being a rich man specially when you black no margin for error no room for slack cops stay on your back lyin tryin to convict me they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's and it Makes you wanna holla to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's blockin my lungs watchin my son I know this game is mean don't let him go where I've gone see what I've seen takin puffs off the green keep my mind off this bullshit it's like a mental tug of war with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip you niggas don't understand I'm only human I'm just like you damn [Chorus]: Makes you wanna holla cause it's hard sometimes on the grind when you're tryin to get them dollars man and Prayin for tomorrow but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done It makes you wanna holla cause it's hard sometimes on the grind when you're tryin to get them dollars man Prayin for tomorrow but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done [Benzino]: Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks sometimes I feel like givin it up drop top chrome pipes damn what a life I'd trade it all just to sleep some nights it's hard bein a gangsta specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate and your man's on the stand raisin his right hand cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do and it Makes you wanna holla cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla claimin they swallow need the so-called cats you knew from way back suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack he your man long as you givin him stacks but let you get fucked and need a buck he ain't callin you back now what type of shit is that [Chorus] |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Boston, Mass we keep it thug with niggas
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas it's the love it's the love we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas cause it's the love my nigga it's the love... [Benzino]: I wake up every mornin nigga get up I grab my tech just in case I gotta tear up I said that same shit about ten years ago same nigga but now my tech is by my window been reppin threes wearin black since the days of block parties hollow tips and stolen Cadillacs been dodgin guns every other f**kin day Moms can't understand {what's come over it} runnin up the weed spots everybody lay the say everybody gone up in your parkin gun shot to your boy where your wallet Mr. Benzino kill a man just for profit [M3]: Yo it's the city of the grime and I stay with my nine slangin and bangin with Boston niggas that rap Hangmen so when you talk Bean town call me out and end up with a small f**kin glock in your mouth niggas Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas it's the love it's the love we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas cause it's the love my niggas it's the love... [M3]: It's the usual suspect when it's better suitin with the tech cause I'm known to keep one on deck I checks niggas sometime I have to correct niggas sometimes it nothin at all just disrespect niggas I can't stand a snitch lovin niggas that ain't a bitch no nigga hatin cause I'm tryin to get rich money don't make me a man whether I'm paid or I'm broke I'm gon still be Mr. Mic meaner from outta town with a clientel like hell cause I'm a hustler that raise sin in these streets that I ain't sold and I that can't sell plus I'm gifted to be connected I get a turno cause someone to turn on after I whips it cause I'm a dealer boy clothes at the tailor boy this ain't no gimmick little nigga this is the real McCoy despite the masses in the gloves they're still thugs I'm still in these streets so I'm a home town and a most loved Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas it's the love it's the love we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas cause it's the love my niggas it's the love... [Wyclef Jean]: Yo I got a call from Ray Benzino he sent me from Imadapan they greeted me with two kisses you know I'm a Made Man how ya think I got the name Hatician Sicillian after I do the prom I change colors like a chamelleon now understand this refugee got plans to better the land so when the revolution come I keep my gun in hand and that's the truth Wyclef will put two in your goose and use your head like the hunters do to a moose It's the L it's the O it's the V it's the E from the C double O from the L G double E still crush numb in the E three double O pedal to the floor before you can say go ay yo I'm a say this one time stay off my dick you're not in my league so sit Boo Boo sit let geezie you spit all lines legit scientists got the formula to come cop the hit Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas it's the love it's the love we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas cause it's the love my niggas it's the love... |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
MT Benzino Daz Dilly
Yeah... [Daz Dillinger]: Hey I'm back with a hit at then dumpsters plus your speakers dump that real shit to blow out your tweeters pull out your heaters if your cold warm it up get it up my niggas and my bitches get your hands get em up I gets rough ride I get it raw like never before hard core explore nigga to knock down your door it seems you can't take no more so stick em up now give it up to get your nigga's buck what the fuck I struck a match I tip my hat to the left I get them niggas with the laws of death I got the rep motherfucker my name is Daz I'll whoop ass every day all day I count big ass cash it's just I keep on comin with it I know you're scare with it it's Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a fuckin mission oh no nigga I'm back with another dose and if you niggas don't know I rock coast to coast I hit you with a click-clack and a pick-pack niggas wanna do that and they said that I did that the D-A to the Z and Mr. Dillinger willin to fuck a reese Now my niggas you know who run the streets everytime I come around to your club or the spot we got it hot all my niggas and bitches why don't you yell it out {Daz} and if you see me coast to coast don't act like you seen a ghost just scream it out [Chorus]: Benzino temperature is risin I want you inside me touchin on my body Boy you got me burnin and I can't hide this feeling I'm extra hot and I'm waitin for you [Benzino]: I'm steady livin and shit you see it's evident I canary wearin it not even hearin ya meet her at the Merridian unforgetable experience hit that I'm killin it macked out I'm swervin it crapped out your nervousness stacks I be deservin them cats I'm not concerned with them who you I never heard of ya act out I murder ya blast out I'm burnin ya niggas ain't that appalin and chicks I be importin them fly that ass Zino put you up in first class she bring a coat for D-A-Z at the crib with L-T feelin doggy-style part three [Daz Dillinger]: Everytime I come around your clubs or your spot we get it hot all my niggas and bitches why don't you yell it out {Daz} and if you see me coast to coast don't act like you seen a ghost just scream it out [Chorus] [Benzino]: Click clack I'm bustin em hit stacks I'm clutchin em this track I'm crushin em back door I'm rushin it flip rhymes complete with it hit dimes I'm sick with it grit nines I'm spittin it the ass hard he feelin it blast off I'm pealin it drop top be wheelin and everybody be sayin that Benzino is the realest thing now here we go again let's get this dough again fuck it I fly to Logan and Zino rip up the show again Chronic steady smokin it the drama never provokin it niggas already knowin that Jacob he keeps me glowin and East we keep it hustlin South they keep it crunk and West they keep it comin and West they keep on gunnin it [Daz Dillinger]: Everytime I come around your club or your spot we get it hot all my niggas and bitches why don't you yell out {Daz} and if you see me coast to coast don't act like you seen a ghost just scream it out [Chorus] |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
[Mario Winans]:
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh baby [Benzino]: I remember when we had to keep it on the low flew you everywhere so nobody would know and I remember when we got stuck in the storm one night (remember that) pulled over hopped out had a snowball fight I remember havin so much fun like fuckin on the beach waitin for the sun I understand when they say love hurts so let's get it like we had it and make this love work Mario Chorus [Mario Winans]: Yeah Oh I remember when we started this star hey girl you know that we belong together so glad admit to mine forever and love no matter what you'll never give it up [Benzino]: We used to shit like catch a flick sit back in the Roll hug and kiss we used to pillow fight always makin a mess everything's so right never feeling stress we used to walk the mall shop all day we used to watch movies at the crib all day we used to talk it out instead of throwin things we used to pass Jacob's to steam the rings bumpin Brandy on repeat it's revealed to me you my angel in disguise and it's real to me now it's clear to see it's on destiny so let's get this back how it's suppose to be my love Chorus Baby I know we can make it happen first let's get it back to where it started baby [Benzino]: I thought you said I had a special place in your heart I thought nothin in the world would tear us apart you always said you understood what I did I told you from the start I had to handle my biz I can't believe you wanna act this way after all we've been through you wanna throw it away see I'm forever yours I gotta make it happen and I just wanna get it back to where we had it I love you Chorus |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Yellow City Benzino
[Chorus]: 23 inches on the ride when we get it on honey look I'm really ride we should get it on got my people on the side we should get it on let's chill tonight we gon get it on 23 inches on the ride when we get it honey look I'm really ride we should get it on got my people on the side we shoudl get it on let's chill tonight we gon get it on [Benzino]: Shorty lookin high when she takin it on the floor lookin right when she shakin it bartender get the ice start shakin it everybody gettin fly how you playin it since you wanna keep it real I'm a let you know got me open Ma now I don't wanna let you go you remind me of these honeys in the video get her back to the telly and it's here we go if the chickens on the rag we say hell no give her chips call a cab we say let's go {You nasty Ray you nasty} please believin it we had another glove shorty straight up teasin it stop playin Ma tell me who you leavin with she said Zino what you sayin who you creepin with thought I'd really let you know that I'm feelin it and if I get you to the crib then I'm killin it [Chorus] [Benzino]: Now we in the corner takin Remy to the head Put the Cardiers on eyes gettin red you like the chain or the watch or the wood-grain frames switch lanes in a champagne drop get brains on planes in Bangkok Mami like them things that a man can't cop Mami always saying please Ray don't stop {Ray please don't stop} and the beat don't stop we on the scene and you already know Zino on the stage with a real tight flow six figures paid for a real tight flow my niggas made and they can't say no so shake that Ma take that Ma make my eyes move where your waist at Ma you know the don spittin nothin but nice ah freeze Ma please ain't nothing but ice [Chorus] {You nasty Ray you nasty you nasty Ray you nasty} [Benzino]: In the DJ booth with my dawg 2-time smokin on a J while he play Busta Rhymes Hep's over there with a bunch of dimes we don't go to bed till the sun rise up in the club hands on her butt V.I.P. I keep Chris in my cup see my peeps they call state kid it up see that beat my beat state grit it up [Chorus] Yellow City Benzino Yellow man and we did it again {You nasty Ray you nasty} |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Haven't you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa
[Benzino]: Zino 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: Face, Young McNeil 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: I BEAT MY MEAT SO I CAN come through on any block start COME-dumping Zino don't stop stop SHOOTIN IM MY MOUTH CAUSE I GOT A TASTE FO THE STUFF IF YOU BRING ME THE PAIN I'LL STRAIGHT UP LET YOU DIS ME CAUSE MY HEART'S MADE A MUD AND MY LYRICS ARE FROM DISNEY. I BEEN KNOWN TO BLOW Scarface SO THAT I COULD WALK THE YARD AND MY DAD's A FAKE PACINO WIT A BOYFRIEND NAMED BERNARD Chorus [M3]: It ain't no secret if LET ME I'LL GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND BLOW YOU I got semi-automatics with beams but I'D RATHER KISS YER BOZACK I prefer the 44 Caliburs cause it's BIGGER IN MY MOUTH GOT A LITTLE RAG CALLED SOURCE AND IT'S STREET CRED HAS GONE SOUTH horus (2x) |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
[Chorus]:
Let's go Ma what you shakin with show me what you makin with I got a hoola hoop show me what your ass can do money how you workin with show me what you're twerkin it I got a hoola hoop let's go [Benzino]: Mami what you drinkin on tell me who you sneakin on Gucci print Air Force with your sneakers on hair done phat streaks twist black and blonde throw a song on mami get her groove on Prada lace black blouse with a matching thong pretty face in the place what you sittin for once you wind up on your waist what you hittin for glitter on your face seven karats on you face caged out Cartiers Zino stay glowin price tag I don't care you niggas ain't knowin where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this top down in the front vallet don't front what you want we gon do it my way so [Chorus 2x] [Benzino]: Navy blue with Sean John G suit this time with the camel ten quarter Timb boot Ma you know my resume take you to a better place skip the line first class when we get away baby always smellin good honey always yellin hood blue Coupe deuce time threes now it's really good shoes beat deuce threes now it's really hood blue jeans lately now I'm feelin you got me goin crazy I mean I'm feelin you plus I'm screamin out your names in the interviews oh where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this slap a bolly on your wrist when I ice you N 5-5 in the garage when I wife you [Chorus 2x] [Benzino]: Doll baby lookin right candles burning all night incense heave scents drum towers hit the light Mamasita wanna ride me oh seniorita wanna wind it strapped up in the Versace bedspread let's do the damn thing baby Zino do the damn thing where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this where we goin with this breathe where we movin with this got you in my hideout let me find out turn you wide out baby girl where your hoola hoop [Chorus 2x] |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
She's a different she's a different she's a different kind of lady
[Benzino]: Yo I'd like to introduce to you two very special women in my life. Let me tell you bout this girl I know I met her in four corners in Boston some years ago since we first made contact I knew it was right yeah and the girl been in my life ever since that night her body was tight I'm tellin you dawg I had to get her remember like it's yesterday the day that I met her she was rollin with Jamaicans but on the really she told me she was raised in the hearts of Philly city of brotherly love was from the hood used to run the back woods with thugs who sold drugs her friends they used to flirt I considered them garbage while she was bein chased by every nigga in college used to date some clown from up north he used to choke her but I would never treat her like that cause she's a smoker one of a kind honey's a dime with no seeds I ain't gon never let her go cause she's all I need indeed Chorus: (She's a different kind of lady...) She's a a dif-different kind of lady and she will never hurt you she'll never desert you she'll be the one to hold ya down repeat [Benzino]: Man there's just somethin about her (love) that I swear sometimes I can't make it through a whole day without her some say our relationship is not that strong they said it's just a phase won't last that long Jeff said I was wrong to fall in love cause she was passed around I don't care she with me right now I'm so attracted to her vibe she got me open so wide and you can tell by the glow in my eyes it's hard to sleep without her by my bed at night with her on my side I'm gon be alright I love to hold her squeeze her don't let go she's my heat in the winter when the weather is cold see anytime there's drama she gon come in a hurry not jealous if she see me with my main girl Mary she gon go to war with me hit the floor with me if I go on a caper she gon keep in the door with me I was smokin quick to put a nigga on blast only person that I tell where I hide the cash she's a gangsta bitch she don't give a f**k drive-bys stick her head out the window push puff blow smoke out her nose it's a must a propose cause I love her don't give a f**k who knows she's the Bonnie to my Clyde the Tina to my Ike her name is Nina I love her for the rest of my life Chorus |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
[Intro]
WHAT CAN I DO SELL A RECORD? I CAN'T EVEN GIVE THIS SHIT AWAY! ALL MY CDS ALL WENT WOOD AND I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY: [Verse 1] Let me start from the beginnin, I GOT NO CLASS, NO LOVE, NO TALENT IF I COULD BUY EM's HEART MABYBE I COULD START ON SOMETHIN BUT HE SMOKED ME ON THE TRACKS AND HIS RHYMES ARE GETTIN PLAYED WHILE I CAN'T GET NO RESPECT CAUSE MY TIRED ASS IS PLAYED. Five shades DUMBER THAN JA RULE, BUT I'M STILL IN THERE SLINGIN' PAC IS ROLLIN' IN HIS GRAVE AND MY PENIS PUMP IS CRUMPLIN I CAN'T THINK OF A REAL DIS SO I'm GONNA LIFT FROM OTHERS MY OWN PEEPS DON'T ReSPECT ME, SO why should I? Chin check it Snoopy put a circle on that eye My time's never up cause real niggas don't die I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV BUT I'm STILL AFRAID TO FIGHT HIM CAUSE MOBY'S TWICE AS MAN AS ME I bring MY MAMA to your living room so you could see me BEG Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me SO THANK THE GODS OF HIP HOP AND THE WORLD THAT YOU'RE NOT A PUNK LIKE ME The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up LONG AS RAGE LIKE MY OWN SOURCE ARE GETTIN' SPACE ON THE NEWSSTAAND SEE I'm playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up Respect the hood LIL RAY RAY, or the hood'll take you out You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign Disrespect Benzino, HELL, YOU GOTTA GET IN LINE! What you know about pumpin, WILL YOU GIVE MY ASS A TRY? Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend I'M LIKE AN ILLER BILLY BUCKNER My number in the rafters fuck MY ASS IT's YOURS, I'm BEGGIN [Chorus] I'M alright but I'M not real (Real) I DON'T spit I SWALLOW GIMME YOUR steel (Steel) [Verse 2] The two thousand three Vanilla Ice? I TRIED TO BE IT WITH THAT WACK REDEMPTION SHIT, BUT THE AUDIENCE WOULDN'T BUY IT SO I'M BACK HERE HAWKIN RAGS If you ask me, I GUESS I'D SAY I'M TRULY UNDERrated BUT FACTS IS FACTS MY SALES IS WACK AND I'M NOT THAT HARD, IN FACT I'M FADED. Better never let me see you with A HARD ON CAUSE YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU SKULLY. SURE I'D BEG FOR A TASTE, CLOSEST I CAN COME TO SHOOTIN' GIFT And don't forget, how this shit all cccured to me Your whole camp be surrounded by security What you want? the black or the chrome? PUT IT IN MY MOUTH, MY MOUTH CAN BE YOUR HOME, HOMEY I want A TASTE OF YOUR MAGIC SO I'LL BE KNEELIN AT your door I'll earn my stripes AND THEN I'LL SWALLOW, I'm a pussy Zino SWEET LIPS WILL WRAP AROUND YOU TILL YOU GIVE ME THAT SWEET NOOKIE Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy On my block THE GIRLS ALL FLOCK TO THE FLOW OF SWEET Slim Shady [Chorus] I'M NOT SO WELL, I DON'T FEEL REAL (Real) LEMME SWALLOW YOU WHOLE I WON'T spit EMINEM, MY MASTER, I WILL KEEP IT REAL (Steel) I talk shit WITH MY MOUTH FILLED BUT AT LEAST I'LL GET A TASTE OF WHAT THE REAL GIFT REALLY TASTES LIKE, CUZ RIGHT NOW I'VE NEVER killed (Killed) [Outro] And that's how the motherfuckin story go YOU SHOOT, I SWALLOW, YOU SPIT, I WALLOW. I BEEN BEGGIN FOR A TASTE, SO HOMEY COME N GIMME SOME. FOR YOUR LITTLE RAY-RAY PUNK JUST A TASTE WILL BRING ME HOME. |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea Yellow Man, yea.. Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me) Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from) Benzino, yea (my nigga) Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh) Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?" Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot Everybody having fun niggas don't stop Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*} Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh) Got up on that ass when she came up in the door Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*} People going hard cause you know the mood is right Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap VIP crowded so I take it to the back Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) 5 in the morning more drinks at the crib Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in! Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend "Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us" Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea) Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon) Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea) This is how we do almost everyday Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... C'MON!! We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
<i>[Intro: Benzino]</i>
Zino, unh, Young L.O., don't start From Boston to NY, Made Men We do it for the.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> Purple haze, Philly blunts niggaz on the corner Semi-auto weapons with the red scope on it Niggaz don't want it My dogs, we do it for the.. (Love) Fly bitches, pony tails, jeans fit right Get brains on the nine o' clock flight, that's.. (Love) This is for them niggaz up in Waldport Norfolk, Nashua, South Bay, shit you know them niggaz get.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> I got.. (Love) for the Hangmen 3 cuz they got love for me I rep for them, they do the same for me I got.. (Love) for them hustlas who be throwin them dice All my hood rich niggaz on the block with ice I got.. (Love) for the deceased that died for the cause For everybody in the jail house locked behind bars I got.. (Love) for them ladies in Victoria thongs That ain't afraid to hold me down when the shit go wrong <i>[Benzino]</i> See it's like.. (Love) when I be blazing up an ounce of hydro Ride through the projects and there's no 5-0, that's.. (Love) Sitting in the court with a grin on my face Hundred thousand dollars put up so I can beat this case, you know that's.. (Love) Niggaz workin with the Feds, that's trife Got your man 25 to life, motherfucker that ain't.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> I got.. (Love) for the blunt smokers, the wood smokers Dutch smokers, even you green leaf rollers I got.. (Love) for my Timberland boots, Burberry suits Plenty of loot, topless coupes I got.. (Love) for my grandmoms, my little brother For the youth in the struggle together we'll get tougher <i>[Benzino]</i> All my niggaz get.. (Love) all my bitches get.. (Love) Scream.. (Love) L.O... (Love) Zino.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> We got.. (Love) for them bastard children, still in them buildings Postin a block, tryna touch a million, that's.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> For my people, workin hard at night Run the graveyard shift, gotta get that money right You know it's.. (Love) when I send my boy commissary and a Playboy magazine with a picture of Halle Berry, that's.. (Love) When I let you hold my nine, bring it back Chicks where you at? You ain't gotta be a diamond stack <i>[L.O.]</i> We got.. (Love) for them baby momma strippers Cuz baby dad ain't in the picture, don't worry we here wit cha It's all.. (Love) when the dro is lit Everybody laughin, jokin and shit, now that's.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> This is for my niggaz who ain't here Pour the Remy out, shed light on incarcerated tears, who got.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> For the juvie's in detention halls Just, hit me collect and I'm accepting the calls, cuz that's.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> From these Boston Mass Bandits Haters can't stand it and that's exactly how we planned it Show me.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> All my hoods get.. (Love) all my peoples get.. (Love) C'mon scream.. (Love) Zino.. (Love) L.O... (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> All my niggaz get.. (Love) all my bitches get.. (Love) Scream.. (Love) L.O... (Love) Zino.. (Love) All my family get.. (Love) all the world get.. (Love) Scream.. (Love) holla.. (Love) show us love.. (Love) |
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