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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig' Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man It's what I'm talking about [Ghostface Killah:] It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it? Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich That's my word, it could never be me You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs When it's time to go to war, they cash out Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop I'm from a place where we locking the low glocks Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot Talking bout Staten Island, profiling Switchblade city, the goons is wilding Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon ['Scarface' sample:] What you think I'm a fucking worm like you? I told you, man - [Method Man:] Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at You all that, hit 'em in the chest, we fall back I got mines, nigga, where yours at? We call that, raw rap, got fiends in front of my door mat That Witty Unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shit These the niggas I ride with And we gon' get cake, ya'll, as soon as this pie split Smacking up the dry snitch, nigga, you my bitch Somebody put Tical on, matter fact, put Tical on One suuu, Staten Isle on 'em I bank roll, I break codes, and I ain't trynna catch another case, case closed Give me my crown, cause I deserve it, real dudes giving me pounds But not too close though, the semis'll round Bitches, running they mouth, goons, running your gate My team running the block, cops running my plates Well fuck that, Criminology rap Niggas hate, I hate back, floating in the flyest Maybach, nigga |
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[Featuring Street Life] [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now Its goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on come on HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly Could this one be tasty Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on the sand castle Check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (E-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Yo eyes work you can only see through the third Eyeball baby Im the norm on the bird To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard Regardless to whom or what They all get retard its a law Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldnt save your enterrage plat lobotamy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? [Streetlife] Mind detect mind A P.L.O. da startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Lets converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth aint nothin please Big boys dont destroy blunt is so pop stare on 50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate Dont perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down [Method Man] Yo Keep ya eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scold it canivin Infiltrate is most of mine Play em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a Thats what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment its real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart something you dont want it then dont start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life thats the life Everybody cant afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfuck |
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from Melanie Fiona - It Kills Me [single] (2010)
Oh yaahh ive got trouble with my friends
Trouble in my life Problems when you don't come, home at night But when you do you always start a fight But I cant be alone , I need you to come on home I know you messin around, but who the hell else is gonna hold me down Ooooh I gotta be out my mind to think it's gonna work this time A part of me wants to leave, but the other side still believes And it kills me to know how much I really love you So much I wanna ooh hoo ohh to you hoo hoo Should I grab his cell, call this chick up Start some shhhh then hang up Or I should I be a lady Oohh maybe cuz I wanna have his babies Ohh yah yahh cuz I don't wanna be alone I dont need to be on my own But I love this man But some things I just cant stand ohhhh Ive gotta be out my mind To think its gonna work this time A part of me wants to leave but the other half still believes and it kills mee to know how much I really love you So much I wanna oohh hoo ohhh, to you hoo hooo Should I pay him back,to see how he'll react Ehhhhh To see if he'll react to my love, my love ohhhh ohhhhh I've gotta be out my mind, to think its gonna work this time Apart of me wants to leave, but the other side still believes And it kills me (ohhhh), to know how much i really love u So much i wanna hoo hoo hoo, to you hoo hoo Ooohhh and it kills me (kills me), to know how much (to know how much) so much i wanna hooo hoo hoo to you hoo hoo |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her like, "what?" She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt I said, "Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that" Hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that" Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs We can sail it out, five nights, six days Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid If I'm aggressive just pardon my gangsta I just wanna get to know you, get to show you The way I move, that's part of my gangsta Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you In my cipher right now, makes me feel complete Like a baby going night, night, sucking on his baby bottle You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright I'm okay, babe, how you?", I'm alright Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it And I need some, don't be fresh, girl You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight That's the reason why I got two court dates Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that I was raised in the Stat', that's my word I pluck something if you fuck with my bat And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known Like a kiss on a collarbone I wanna be ya best friend, your homey and your king And bring to fruition all of your dreams And so you're having my baby So stay forever my lady like Jodeci Now, push, push harder, harder I'd rather you be wifey than to be a baby father If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
This is a story of a player from the Island
That lost his way, such a price to pay To kiss those girls and make them cry Kiss those girls and make them cry To love, to lose, to plead for a do over A do over, give me a do over, I want a do over It's that Radio Raheem and Ghostface Killah If you know I was out of line, I miss you like all the time And if you don't wanna see me, fine A good girl's hard to find, so maybe in due time Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over? Aiyo, I used to get a threesome, every other weekend Cheated on my girl 'til we nearly stopped speaking She broke down and cried and it hurts so bad Her friends went and told her I was a brand new dad Of course, she knows now, I ain't used no bag My excuses, I couldn't cum like that She warned me of days like this, if this should happen She'll be out and we'll be the ones sharing the napkin Silly dilly me, didn't follow the instructions Don't bring nothing home, I don't wanna hear nothing But brought to the world Innocent, two month old little girl But what am I to do? Yo, I lost my boo It's like being kicked out the group and lost my crew Throwing the baby up to someone I hardly knew Nah, that shit don't add up, what am I to do, yo, I lost my jewel If you know I was out of line, I miss you like all the time And if you don't wanna see me, fine A good girl's hard to find, so maybe in due time Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over? Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I wrote this right here on the bus to Riker's Right next to the thieves, the cons, the lifers For mad years, you held you down, I'ma overwhelmed in pain And the worst time to leave you, now I'm sorry, please forgive me, the streets caught me I appreciate your concern and support for me Most important your honesty and trust, your heart's incredible This the truth spilling out of my guts If I would of took the chance to see What was place right in front of my face for sure nine out of ten times My actions wouldn't allow me to be so naive And blind to carry out these mistakes I'm cheating, running around, blasting my gun For me my rep on the streets like touching a son You're like a fingerprint, I never find a match like you Thanks for your patience you find a man I hope it's true If you know I was out of line, I miss you like all the time And if you don't wanna see me, fine A good girl's hard to find, so maybe in due time Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over? Radio Raheem, yeah She was screaming out the window, I was walking up the block Throwing out my Timbos and all my clothes She said, if my apologies She said, the lost won't fit those And I said, baby, now let me explain I know I had fucked up, it was a one time thing So take all the time you need in this life And if you let me do it over I promise to do it right If you know I was out of line, I miss you like all the time And if you don't wanna see me, fine A good girl's hard to find, so maybe in due time Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over? Hello baby, I'm sorry for everything that just been going on lately You know, I've kinda been stressed out I've been thinking about the things I did to you lately and Not listening when you was telling me to chill Now I wind up in here, it's like, you remember, listen boo, listen The way you rub my face, the way you talk to me The way you look at me, I know ain't no girl in the world Gon' ever give me that like the way you gave it to me So right now I'm pleading and this is my word on everything I'm on my knees, babe, just take me back, give me one chance I'm asking for a do over |
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Yeah, aiyo, it's 4 in the morning, I decide to turn over
Pull down your little red drawers and start to kiss you all over You hope it last forever, I know baby, I hope it last forever So I took off my paisley pajamas I got from St. Thomas Yo, I love you so much, so let me pay you homage And if you do, yo I promise never break a promise So can I give you the honors my little Pocahontas? Play by play, Miss Camay You like a Zales Diamond in the window, right on display You just a shining, precised in every curve you cut And for your daddy, yo, you never have to tuck in your gut Because I love it like that, stretch mark fat Plus let me show my crunches to burn it off Just lay right on your back and let me do my love dance I pop it to the left, I pop it to the right, I get it all night, come on Them other chicks must hail to the queen as I Put them dudes straight up and check 'cause the queen is mine Last forever, last forever We can be broke, holes in our coat even still we shine We got each other through the bad and the best of time Last forever, last forever Yo, yo, I'm lost in love, with nowhere to go She says I'm a pain in the ass, boy, get to the store She can say that 'cause we best friends, we play together She carry my left rib, therefore we pray together Bury me on top of her in our graves together 'Cause when she feel pain, I know how to make it better Talks, some long walks, communication in parks Understand what she's going through, our listen was smarts Especially when she's on her friend I be hoping it leave I have to bite my tongue just to keep from arguing Six days of that is like who let the monster in After it's finished then I can get on top again Shorty girl's my oxygen, never catch her gossiping Look it y'all, this my flower, she gon' keep on blossoming Long as she is mine and I am her, we gon' ride the wind This lady here is all for me, I never have to lock her in Them other chicks must hail to the queen as I Put them dudes straight up and check 'cause the queen is mine Last forever, last forever We can be broke, holes in our coat even still we shine We got each other through the bad and the best of time Last forever, last forever Last forever, last forever Last forever, last forever Last forever, last forever |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy
Yeah baby, let's do it Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion Girl and still don't got no ring? Back then, you was a lot younger, now you older Broke my heart on what you had in the stroller On the low, that could of been me, huggie down Fly and handsome, talk about little Starsky With little Barkley's, little car seat Two years later here comes little Sharneese I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you? And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through? Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove But um, besides the lane, you look the same Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang Ankle bracelets that Donna Kay shit I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit Pardon me, excuse my French Just read my lips, girl, everything's me He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey 'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey 'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha He's a goner Look around everybody sipping on rosette All in our business they wanna be nosey He's with her, gonna be all in the streets like a Jeep tomorrow Don't worry, let's breeze the bar And in case I ain't tell you those jeans is hard And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight Run into the police, fuck them niggas I pull out like a tooth when the back is rotten Finish 'em off like your menstrual after you spotting Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging those hips And my miss got me wanting to sing Walking down the street, watching ladies I go by watching you, watching you I want you like if I ain't got nothing to do He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey 'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey 'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha He's a goner Somebody better call the cops 'Cause if that thing cock back it's gon' pop Once me stop moving it ain't gon' stop Whatever that girl wants you know she got shopping Somebody better check the swag We rack up and never check the tags We just stuffed it all in the bag Oh, you mad? Well, too bad He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey 'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey 'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha He's a goner |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling
Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house in Paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers And Iron Chef just season the salmon It's coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad I'm on the couch hitting the chalice Checking my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock on the dot Very impatient, I'm getting nervous can't stop pacing My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service Damn, all this over a gallon of milk Something happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for hours Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat Found a phone book with mad names, looked down Bow, there go Keeba tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker And bluntly adressed her, "Where's my girl?" Yeah, she ain't out here Last time I seen her, Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo, nah, we took a shot of Henn' Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz Or even shot a car, I'm getting me some Advil Show these motherfuckers, how Keeba love to drive stick I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked Under the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast I yelled to the Chef, yo, "Watch for Kayla Check the pool and the bowling alley If anything, just hit my cellular" Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging Few feet from the guest house is where I parked Hope she's okay is what I say in my heart But something don't feel right, so is what I'm saying to God As I got closer something ain't kosher I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house I don't think I'm suppose to is this the end of the Starks regime? Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo is pounding my queen Yo, I'ma kill ya, hold on cuz Baby, let me explain, you overreacting, that's not what it was Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up Eyes all red, what did y'all just blaze up? Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards What ya'll excuse now, yo cuz, she said she live with her pop Her dude mad strict that's why we up in the spot And yo this little trick of yours bought me a ten G watch He reached down for his drawers, thats' when I let off a shot Back the fuck up, snatched his covers Had 'em looking like the black Adam and Eve, some sinful lovers Chill, Tone, put the gun down, how you know my name, son? Hold on, let me explain, yo y'all two is done Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked 'Cuz real talk, is looking like you tryna let off that glock Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right? The FiOS nigga and you fucking my wife Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we both got caught And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like it's all my fault Baby, no, mind your business Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do what he do He touch me and he finished What nigga, hold that, eat it Oh shit, what the fuck, you forgot your drawers And your little tools, nigga You FiOS mustache wearing muthafucka Fuck you, nigga, I got you nigga I'mma see you nigga, fucker, fuck That's why you dive out the window On some Jim Kelly, shit, nigga, fuck that |
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I could be your friend, I could be your tease
I can be a freak, I can be a PYT If you ask, I'll be that I could be your girl, I could be your wife I complete your side, I could be watching me If you ask, I'll be that I'll be your homey, lover, friend I'll be your everything If you ask, I'll be that Say you want me, I'll come running I can be your baby Just you ask, I'll be that My girl, my love, come through, rescue me Throw me on the bed, no clothes, wrestle me After smashing that, then will you cook for me Promise I won't hit you, you don't have to be shook of me Washing my boxers, shirts folded nice and creased Plus when we argue, she will never pull a beast Clap for my baby, award winning, best nookie I been in the whole wide world, that's why I stay spending I could be your friend, I could be your tease I can be a freak, I can be a PYT If you ask, I'll be that I could be your girl, I could be your wife I complete your side, I could be watching me If you ask, I'll be that I'll be your homey, lover, friend I'll be your everything If you ask, I'll be that Say you want me, I'll come running I can be your baby Just you ask, I'll be that I want you in a scarf, boy shorts around the house Wife beater, undercover, sitting on the couch Isley's is playing, lights dim, vanilla candles is melting It's a long time, don't let no one else in Fresh out the tub, sweetness and peaches Body work splash around your neck, the kid admire all your features Niggas be hollering, peace ma, what up boo? You suck your teeth and keep it moving with the screw, yes I could be your friend, I could be your tease I can be a freak, I can be a PYT If you ask, I'll be that I could be your girl, I could be your wife I complete your side, I could be watching me If you ask, I'll be that I'll be your homey, lover, friend I'll be your everything If you ask, I'll be that Say you want me, I'll come running I can be your baby Just you ask, I'll be that Happy birthday, red roses, big cakes Donna Karen slippers, got your birthday gift by the lake Big boats, thick ropes, ostrich purses Snakeskin boots, Jared Jewelers, the mink cost mad loot Ski trips, resorts, close your eyes, baby, make a wish Blow your cake out, earrings is snowflaked out Will you marry me? Will you carry me? Through rain, hail, sleet and snow, don't say no, you'll embarrass me I could be your friend, I could be your tease I can be a freak, I can be a PYT If you ask, I'll be that I could be your girl, I could be your wife I complete your side, I could be watching me If you ask, I'll be that I'll be your homey, lover, friend I'll be your everything If you ask, I'll be that Say you want me, I'll come running I can be your baby Just you ask, I'll be that I'll be that, baby I'll be that, I'll be that |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
All I'm sayin', come here, lady
I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know Yo boo, let's cut the crap, you know we like each other I been wanting you bad, yo, that's word to my mother I know you got a man and I'm involved But we can play this right, if we shuffle the cards I've been wanting you for mad years, when the elevators broke I run and help you with your bags upstairs I was scoping you out, today you was late to leave by 8 With no time to be at work at 9 She'll be back by 6, son pissed you off I know When I spoke, yo, you didn't say shit But still you was looking mad cute to me With your lips poked out being rude to me You're still sexy, luscious and all them words Only girl in the building with a full length fur Had no choice to raise and press up explain how I feel It's only your love I want the best of All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I had a dream, yo, I seen you on the laundry mat Folding your clothes by the dryer, my drawers is wet So you passed me a Bounce one fell when I bend down And got up you start tonguing me down Butterflies ran across my stomach Didn't wanna put the fire out 'cause goddamn, I love it Moved the basket out the way, cleared the table Laid you down, my mouth slid past your navel Your feet had knocked over the Clorox bleach Held my head closer to you when my tongue got deep I'm saying we both of those, this how I feel If you don't want a part of me, it's no big deal But ma, I'm not here to game you, babe, I'm going on vibes Somewhere inside I know you feel the same It's alright tho you look like you know how to get it Here take my keys come upstairs in a minute All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know Let's stop fakin', let's just go get naked No more discussion, we can get to kiss and huggin' My premonition told me I got what you're missin' So let's stop playin', baby girl, that's all I'm All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
Don't be surprised when you see me 'round town
Walking around with my head hung down I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely And don't be surprised if you see me on the train Like a homeless man who's lost his way I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely On this cold pavement I feel like laying In the middle of the street and just saying I can't take it, I won't make it Too much weight on my shoulders and my kids are getting older For so long I've been so strong I've been crying all week since you've been gone And as the tears roll out my eyes Another happy young couples walks by Don't be surprised when you see me 'round town Walking around with my head hung down I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely And don't be surprised if you see me on the train Like a homeless man who's lost his way I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely Someone been sleeping in my bed, eating my food Using my soap, laying up in my pool Walking around in his boxers like every thing's cool Gassing my chick for the whip dropping her off at school Under my covers and changing my channels Playing my CD's in my robes, another man's burning my candles My cologne's half way gone, a fake don my wiz fell for Now she strolls the park under his arm This is my fault, I've never thought I'd see this coming From the outside bugging with crazy knots in my stomach Say what goes around, comes around, now I know it now Now I'm the fool looking in while it's going down If somebody would of told me I might be lonely Now it's on me, baby call me please Don't be surprised when you see me 'round town Walking around with my head hung down I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely And don't be surprised if you see me on the train Like a homeless man who's lost his way I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely Now he's getting all my kisses, stroking my loving That 'posed to be me but I was too stupid and stubborn Like a piece of rope I let it go, my mother said it so You better straighten up don't act like you didn't know Her birthday came, heard she was hugged up wearing his chain Play in the sky box at some bullshit Knick game My son said, daddy, he like his eggs well done And he kinda cool, mommy happy, I can't front He take us on trips and clothes shopping, most of the time We watch flicks on your surround sound, he watch boxing You better go beg or something before she go love him He's taking your spot 'cause you was dissing mommy you bugging They don't argue, he sent her flowers for no reason She's cheesing, I'm wishing you could come back and see this Don't be surprised when you see me 'round town Walking around with my head hung down I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely And don't be surprised if you see me on the train Like a homeless man who's lost his way I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
From the blocking, to the dropping
I need a girl that's stacking and popping When I come in late she's not clocking Not in the crib throwing 'round pots and Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book Biting on a pen, thin glasses on French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill? Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? Would you bust that steel if niggas came to kill me Protect that safe, baby, dag that's filthy Whoa, somebody let her know up in here He like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear I'm just looking for a queen so I can rock her ear Tell her P. Tone in here I got her locked this year I'm not your average girl, I be your Bonnie right beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl, see me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me You can have keys to the boat, money follow me I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D.R. Luggage with a big black tan Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you? Fucking with him you look mad pitiful Boo, I'm not the type that be slobbing down hoochies Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy Tugging on my jacket 'til the lights come on We run trains on them bitches never ice they arm That's a no, no, chicken heads looking for a come up In the club oh my God, now they wanna run up Nagging 'til the sun up, shut up, I'm not a double-up, boo Go get your feet done, your toes 'cause they knuckles up I'm not your average girl, I be your Bonnie right beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl, see me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me Baby, baby, don't waste your towel Looking any further 'cause the girl is ours Holds it down for you, any place, any time You already know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that Fly girl, rider, just say the word Anything pop off, it's us against the world Such a hood girl with that dirty loving That'll make your toes curl Yo, relax and chill analyze the story Love your boy Tone got mass appeal All them other little players ain't as half as real They just wanna get up in you like Mass and Gill But me I need a wisdom play it like wifey Well mannered understand the kid and not bite me All my real ladies put your hands up Holla at your boy if you ain't a groupie right now stand up I'm not your average girl, I be your Bonnie right beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl, see me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me I'm not your average girl, I be your Bonnie right beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl, see me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
[Ghostface Killah (Estelle)] Her face glow like I was exposed to sunlight she's happy, her hair, toes and nails is dumb right The smell of her fragrance, baffled my nostrils I can see through her eyes, she's feeding on in the possible She blushes, as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous, is all around, she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano Changed the mood, like we changed the channel This is art, Picasso, I got him beat in the flesh I'm staring at beauty, Nefertiti, heaven bone in the chest Yes, everywhere she step, went off like a flare gun Stilettos on, parquet floors Miss thing, she's a fierce one, two and three Bad little mama, she built like Alicia Keys No facade, her strut is hard, based on books by Intelligent jail crooks, writing to let the time fly She dropped the bracelet, I kneeled down Prestigious gentleman, with my right hand, I picked it up I stood up, to the cutest eyelashes, as I gave her, her jewels back Miss thing started rubbing her gut Excuse me, are you pregnant? Not to be rude But if it means anything, I can get you some food Cheese crackers, in the back there's sauteed shrimp [ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/rXyr ] (Nah, I never free lumps, I'll be as big as a blimp See my due date is January, my first, and it's kinda scary it's only June, and Christmas, I'll be getting married And I'm happy, excuse me, what's your name?) Tone Starks (Peace, I'm Gabby, well I gotta go, my husband is waiting) But before I go, can I give you one last statement You the most beautifullest queen, I ever seen And I would love to have a thing like you, on my team, you take care [Chorus: Vaughn Anthony & Estelle] Any other day, I would of just let you, pass me by Cuz I see you got situations And I've got mine, but baby its OK it's alright, I'm not gonna let you pass me by Cuz this was love at first sight Cuz this was love at first sight it's OK [Vaughn Anthony] You can tell he must be on a mission Because my heart has made it's decision As soon as you stepped in my peripheral vision I fell in love, sweet love And no infatuated 3D glasses to see That your the one I need And the situation don't matter to me Cuz this is love, it gotta be love Love at first sight [Chorus 2X] |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
Ether Boy, Def Jam
Ghostface, Ron Browz Oh, oh, oh It's no special when them shots go down You can catch one in the gut and go down The silencers work to muffle that sound Snuck through tools and on the low down Gangstas give it up, what Big cups of Goose stay filled it up, we stay four wheeled it up I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up From abyss to gecko, stay bum rushing them hoes like Joe Klecko It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Toney Starks special She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh She's a killer, mami, is a killer She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh She's a killer, shorty, is a killer Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer Oh, you got a man, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your number in my phone and Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, oh, we partying to the morning My co-defendant, her name's Alexis Niggas get caught up by the side of her breastses She'll murder you while eating your breakfast You'll die wanting to try how good her sex is Baby's shit wiggle like J-Lo, her thing so good Before you hit it, you be having to pray, yo Don't wanna bust fast, best be on your J O She strictly dickly, don't go both ways, yo She independent and she fly Bout 5'5, 5'6, bout yay high Button-up pink boss shirt, blue necktie Every nigga in the club wanna eat that thigh Surprise she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina She tight, her stomping grounds is out in Medina This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things Ready to die like she related to B.I.G. She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh She's a killer, mami, is a killer She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh She's a killer, shorty, is a killer Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer Oh, you got a man, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your number in my phone and Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, oh, we partying to the morning Everybody's acting like they killing the town Pardon me lord, I was sipping that brown This goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a bunch of actors Yet, my heat sing like Shirley Caesar You can come test me at, your own leisure I'm ballin', gettin' Arab money and I pop champagne And go hit shorty, shaking that thang 'cuz She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh She's a killer, mami, is a killer She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh She's a killer, shorty, is a killer Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer Oh, you got a man, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your number in my phone and Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, oh, we partying to the morning |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
You can put my dick in your mouth and play with my nuts
But before I bust, babe, I think I'll cum in your butt I got my, gun on the floor and I'm ready to fuck Like it's nothing, it's nothing Yo my, face is wet, got hair on my tongue 'Cause I'mma greedy nigga, absorb pussy juice like a sponge Feel the pretty warm dick, rub it on your clit Oh, right before I bust I spray it on your tits Switch you over, throw you to the side with one leg up See the head slide in your hole, he stay up Dick all shiny, helmet head bulging, smack it on your tooshie When I hear the it's wet and it's gooshy From behind I'm a master mind, hundred fast ones And slow it up because I know how to fuck Keep your pussy right there don't move, ooh Holla at your boy, baby, do what it do I love fucking you, your pussy's the bomb Think about fucking this shit all day when I'm gone Get up, suck that dick, spit on it, slob on that shit More bubbles at the knob of that shit It's my word you's a whore, taste good, right? Turn around, get on all four You pulling my hair, shut the fuck up Why you fucking me like that? Shut the fuck up This ain't no R 'n' B dick, this hood My slow jam dick is on Thursday's, if my sugar high My dick don't get up, you know I'm the best Just shut your mouth up like you under arrest I'm ready to cum, you ready to cum Yeah, keep it right there, oh, my gosh, my pussy is numb Okay, just rub it up against your hole Put your thumb in your mouth and fuck me real slow Look at me, yeah baby, I'ma let that go Tell me you love me, I love you, baby, oh, oh Oh shit, don't touch me, don't touch me I said don't touch me, man, Chill, let me get a cigarette, you don't smoke, nigga Oh yeah, I forgot, I love when you fuck me like that I'ma go put up some work at the studio, though But when I get back have a little nurse outfit on With the hat to the side so I can bend you over In that little desk we got in the room In your thigh highs, word up and I'ma stop at the adult store And get one of them little screaming O's So you can sit your little clit on it and just Let it buzz off all day know what I'm saying, ma? I'ma get the nine and move |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
Stay, a little longer
I know you have to go home to him Yo boo, I want you to say, fall back Put your slippers on, have a seat, give me your leg I got the baby oil warmed up, Dreamgirls DVD Stagger Lee swine could you stay mine pretty please? I'm begging you, girl but time fly since 2 o'clock, boom I turn around it's like 12 on the dot What am I to do? Your steeze got a live nigga wanting you Around the way girl, that's why I don't mind sporting you Someone who loves you, only half as much as I do Only half as much as I do Aiyo, aiyo, he don't really love you like I do Kiss your feet, make love to you like I do Wake you up, in the night tank and surprise you Cross my heart, swear, put my hand on the bible I'm not a cold blooded killa, baby, I cry to The best thing for me is when I'm laying beside you Turn you over, open up, get up inside you He a woman beater no doubt and he lies too Stay, a little longer I know you have to go home to him When you leave I get aggy, I don't know how to act The reality settle with a punch and a smack When I know that you with him you ain't calling me back It be that thing down there that got me way off track Someone who loves you Only half as much as I do If it's like that, fuck that nigga, he a clown He don't know what he got, let that bastard suffer I sent you roses, Donna Karen bags from Paris He can't match my one, son, he'll be embarrassed Stay a little longer I know you have to go home to him Aiyo, baby, don't leave 'cause the club is popping We got grandma yay, plus the tunes is knocking On the dance floor, I'm sweating my ass off Imagining us in deep lust how you look with your pants off My one-two step, your dress is so spun And your neck smell good, look cute when you chewing your gum and From the womb to the tomb you're blessed with a killa walk You don't have to give me none, it's aight, we'll talk Someone who loves you Only half as much as I do |
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from Ghostface Killah - Let's Stop Playin' [single] (2009)
All I'm sayin', come here, lady
I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know Yo boo, let's cut the crap, you know we like each other I been wanting you bad, yo, that's word to my mother I know you got a man and I'm involved But we can play this right, if we shuffle the cards I've been wanting you for mad years, when the elevators broke I run and help you with your bags upstairs I was scoping you out, today you was late to leave by 8 With no time to be at work at 9 She'll be back by 6, son pissed you off I know When I spoke, yo, you didn't say shit But still you was looking mad cute to me With your lips poked out being rude to me You're still sexy, luscious and all them words Only girl in the building with a full length fur Had no choice to raise and press up explain how I feel It's only your love I want the best of All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I had a dream, yo, I seen you on the laundry mat Folding your clothes by the dryer, my drawers is wet So you passed me a Bounce one fell when I bend down And got up you start tonguing me down Butterflies ran across my stomach Didn't wanna put the fire out 'cause goddamn, I love it Moved the basket out the way, cleared the table Laid you down, my mouth slid past your navel Your feet had knocked over the Clorox bleach Held my head closer to you when my tongue got deep I'm saying we both of those, this how I feel If you don't want a part of me, it's no big deal But ma, I'm not here to game you, babe, I'm going on vibes Somewhere inside I know you feel the same It's alright tho you look like you know how to get it Here take my keys come upstairs in a minute All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know Let's stop fakin', let's just go get naked No more discussion, we can get to kiss and huggin' My premonition told me I got what you're missin' So let's stop playin', baby girl, that's all I'm All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know All I'm sayin', come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waitin' I can't take it, let's stop playin' Oh, you know, you know |
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from Ghostface Killah - Baby (2009)
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her like, "what?" She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt I said, "Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that" Hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that" Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs We can sail it out, five nights, six days Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid If I'm aggressive just pardon my gangsta I just wanna get to know you, get to show you The way I move, that's part of my gangsta Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you In my cipher right now, makes me feel complete Like a baby going night, night, sucking on his baby bottle You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright I'm okay, babe, how you?", I'm alright Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it And I need some, don't be fresh, girl You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight That's the reason why I got two court dates Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that I was raised in the Stat', that's my word I pluck something if you fuck with my bat And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known Like a kiss on a collarbone I wanna be ya best friend, your homey and your king And bring to fruition all of your dreams And so you're having my baby So stay forever my lady like Jodeci Now, push, push harder, harder I'd rather you be wifey than to be a baby father If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah |
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from Beyonce - Irreplaceable [single, remix] (2009)
to the left
to the left to the left to the left mmm to the left, to the left everything you own in the box to the left in the closet, that's my stuff yes if i bought it (nigga) please don't touch and keep talkin' that mess, that's fine but could you walk and talk at the same time? and it's my name that's on that Jag so remove you're bags, let me call you a cab standin' in the front yard tellin' me how i'm such a fool talkin' bout how i'll never ever find a man like you you got me twisted (chorus) you must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me i could have another you in a minute matter fact, he'll be here in a minute baby you must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me i can have another you by tomorrow so don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable so go ahead and get gone and call up that chick and see if she's home oops, i bet you thought that i didn't know what did you think i was puttin' you out for? because you was untrue rollin' her around in the car that i bought you baby drop them keys hurry up, before your taxi leaves standin' in the front yard tellin' me how i'm such a fool talkin' bout how i'll never ever find a man like you you got me twisted (chorus) you must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me i could have another you in a minute matter fact, he'll be here in a minute baby you must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me i will have another you by tomorrow so don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable so since im not your everything how about i'll be nothing nothing at all to you baby i wont shed a tear for you i won't lose a wink of sleep cos' the truth of the matter is replacing you is so easy to the left to the left to the left to the left mmm to the left to the left everything you own in a box to the left to the left to the left don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 4 - It Takes Two PT 2 (2009)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now.. |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Wu-Tang Clan
Gravel Pit [RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Intro: (LP Version)
He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me huh? Well you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Chorus Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it! Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight It's Yourz Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Method Man]
Yeah, torture motherfucker what? What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there For like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like Yeah, I'll fuckin Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat Ooooohhhh Whassup? BLAOWWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin I'll fuckin Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you [Genius] Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is wailin, check it out kid From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question what exactly is a pantie raider Ill behavior savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sex pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fading motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [RZA] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm (Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) (Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gat Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I roll like a bat out of hell Evil
acapell's fly spittin out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style Hand me the matches now Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga would take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life til the sun burn out, that's my word Move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians [Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this [both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life [both] one time in the respectable mind repeat Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness, forget his, original statement Even in protection programs there's no escapement Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, killa bee Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age rocket |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Reunited cuz it feels so good (Yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit) Reunited cuz we're understood (Your bitch ain't shit) There's one perfect thing and (Your momma ain't shit) children this one is it (Your daddy ain't shit) We both we're so excited cuz (You ain't shit) we're reunited, hey! hey! (Niggaz ain't shit Your momma ain't shit Your daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, you ain't shit Yo, yo) Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is quick atheletic Remove all MC's who disapprove that my funky fresh particle always have the groove You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right Try to be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique I maintain the paradise on this Earth with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth Watch a nigga catch a purse Super-hero niggaz die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You bitches, ya nice guys Always want bitch, because ya need mine I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show Cuz nobody can't fuck with me! You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce the science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert Love potion, plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is, mothefuckers! Reunited and it feels so good (It's Wu mothefuckers) Reunited cuz we're understood (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) There's one perfect thing and children this one is it We both we're so excited cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! (It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan. We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down. Master P, you holdin it down. KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down. Give Snoop my love, E-40. MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond. This is family, I don't give a fuck! Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down! knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I got to go! (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who tr |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing]
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it raawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any fifty two states I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! [I like the way you come] Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! (Repeat) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and high prophecies can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, ally perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an' Rumblein patrolmen teargas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament that does burn Play my position in the game of life, standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke blunts and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly nose reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga who was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another hard nigga torn, close ones gone Those who stray and fuck-up get slayed by the song The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Winter Warz
Wu-Tang Clan Winter Warz It's on.. (Cappa) Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. (Break: Raekwon the Chef) Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) (Verse One: U-God) This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm (Break: (first two lines) (Verse Two: Ghostface Killah) More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster (Break) (Verse Three: Masta Killa) Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python (Break) (Verse Four: Cappadonna) You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: kung fu sample from
"8 Diagram Pole Fighter"] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith, are the foundation Without them, we can't become good people And with justice, we know we can lead a good life And how can I be a good man then, eh? Well, first of all, you have to practice honesty Uhmm... Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself Keep control... Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything [Chorus: The Persuasions "Gypsy Woman" sample] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark as the night [Method Man] Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake Spitting like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe Tell that joker "tally ho", put shots in that Denali, yo RZA you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though The game criminal, my, my chain figaro My, my dames pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Ghostface Killah] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheating on me, now that bitch is miserable Popping bottles, painting hella Wallo's on my physical We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl F**k a coma, now the state you laying is a vegetable You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few... [Chorus] [Interlude: kung fu sample (RZA)] Only God, has lept into avenged mind And can, distinguish good, from evil Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa) [Cappadonna] We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real You thought that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around Yo, you heard me on The Bassment, giving it to 'em Fake dudes hiding theyself, but I could see through 'em Diggler, what? I'm trying to live and raise kids While you throwing up ya sign, I'm laying 'em down, kid Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] A good friend, holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among friends Red wine means a good life A few drinks bring comfort Two drinks are enough Money can't buy courage Riches mean nothing to us Brilliant, a display of genius |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: Method Man]
If you got it, light it up [8X] [Method Man] Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em Little niggaz hugging the block, cops is booking 'em Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it's kush in 'em Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now, he's shooshing 'em Get cash, get that ass, or put a foot in 'em Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo, or gush in 'em Niggaz still got that juks in 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he drunk and he run his mouth (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) (Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move) [U-God] I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem It took a little time to get his juices going Producers know him, as the kid with the Iron Palm Righteous hammer, examine the firearm Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar Empire Strikes Back, check out the Death Star Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible Where I'm from, we use dum-dums in the arsenal Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck Universal conquest, kung fu, buckle vets In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand, we programmed Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam I fear no man, son, you get lynched up Nigga bitch, get Frankenstein stitched up [Chorus] [Masta Killa] Yeah, voice skipping off percussion Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved All praise, the daunting, calm yet So alarming, without a word being spoken A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look The contract was took, straight cash, off the books A major pawn took a Don, look, he's armed With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather Yet heavier than weight, when my mindstate starts to break, take cover Over RZA instrumental, I'm damn near invincible, it's simple [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] Tell me, what are they like? They got holes in the top, five round holes While I was watching, this stranger, hit them But his fingers went right through the bone So then, they've... mastered it It's some style of kung fu, you know it? The Skeleton Claw |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
We got butter
We got butter Gonna go Gonna go One thing for sure keep you a vault Keep a nice crib fly away Keep to the point Keep niggas outta your face who snakes Keep bitches in their place keep the mac in a special place Keep movin for papes Keep cool Keep doin what you doin Keep it fly keep me in the crates Cause I will erase shit on a real note yous a waste Its right here for you I will lace you Rip you embrace you Put a nice w up on your face Word to mother you can get chase It s nothing to taste Blood on a thug If he gotta go All I know is We be giving grapes This is a place from where we make tapes We make them everywhere stealing all We be making base You’ll be making pace These little niggas they be making shapes Our shit is art yours is trace This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go This is poverty island man these animals don’t run Slums where the ambulance don’t come Who got the best base fiends waiting to smoke some Approach son Ask him where he getting that coke from My dudes hug blocks like samurai shogun Cause no v and no ones Equalin no fun Who wanna treat they know huh Body to go numb A woman need funds plus her hair and her toes done It is what it is though You F**k with the kid flow You make it harder to dough the harder the get go Harder to pimp flow harder when it snow The pinky and the wrist glow Cause here we live fo Get guap and get low But first off you gotta get the work off To get from the curse boss Yeah See im the shit Them dirt on the fifth know Hustling from the get go The motto is get mo This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go We was quiet flashy brothers Strapped all along with the dirty 38 long 12 hour shift gate took case in state you think he wont hold his weight put the money on the plate and watch it get scraped We get ape up in that club Off that juice and hen And its an no win situation F**king with them You mean like Ewen at the front of the rim Finger roll a dutch Million dollar stage is touched Techs gauges bust Trust no one The lone shogun Rugged tim boots stompa Damaging lyrical mass distruction laucher Nothing can calm the quakage When I break kid Peace to my brothers up north Doing state bids This is the way we be rollin in the street You know when we roll that we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go This is the way we be rollin in the club You know when we roll that we be packing 32 slugs Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
Peace to the God peace dog
Pull out a little liquor Shame on a nigga I heard the reapa' done came to get'cha So I done copped this fifth a vodka and in ya honor I grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas Some say it's bad Karma what you do Man it come back on ya Music gotta support them crack corners Now Imma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty Damn it hurts me I hate it when brothers go early I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Word to my son he gone remember you Rubbin' on a statue in his lab that resemble you and what it meant to Wu Us formin' like a family you just blew You was the chess piece on the board that made us look true Watchin' ya pen swish you loved fryin' kingfish You da pearl in the ocean I'm up on the land pissed Now you movin' more prestigious Me Hittin' the streets I know it's real guess I slept with the black Jesus I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I became weak when I heard that his body expired It was hard for me to believe that my brother retired Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinnin' How can he walk off the field durin' the first innin' I cried like a baby on the way to his pace of death Hate not bein' there the minutes before he left Now I'm in the booth 10 feet from where he lay dead I think about him on this song and what he might have said I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending When I first heard the word I needed air to clear my head I know you didn't say what I thought you said my brother's dead you crazy Another dirty prank to get the family cranked up niggas shouldn't play like that I know how you feel god but it's real and I still can't believe and my heart still grieves the loss Ason Unique loved wine and fine women we singin' on tour ooo baby we like it raw I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I popped a bottle on your dog tried hard not to cry I still can't hide the scars And I still ask why to God Alalyzin' ya form as I stood ther beside ya moms And I share the blame cuz you was callin' for help kid Shoulda coulda woulda had the time I was selfish I carry on your struggle each day it really hurts me I really miss you Russel hope you forgive me Dirty I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending On the crash and put my fist through Shout out to Dirty that the whole world missed yo Reach out and kissed you in your coffin my heart races I drop tears and watch my nigga fall form greatness It's all wasted flushed down the drain and Soon as the news hit me I bust out with pain and Rivers I cried my brother just dies Imma see you my nigga on the other side I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Ah man how do I say goodbye It's always the good ones that have to die It's hard to live without you God I said no doubt you when you said that the passion of Christ was all about you From the God mobile to to Brownsville Florida to Ohio to Portlan to Park Hill You interrupt the Grammy's said Wu for the kids Took four five shots when they rushed in your crib Crack ya ribs cops shot ya whip You been chased by the pigs on a four year bid Crashed cars still came out without a scar They try to keep your free spirit trapped in a jar So you'll keep your mouth shut And won't tell the world who's who and what's what and prolly go nuts How we treat them hoes How we treat them hoes I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Mistakes behind me cast shadows to remind me |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
Aiyo we came through thumping
like elephants The new Range is super charged I remains intelligent Back to the formula lord hard grammar This is God school make sure the lobby ain't jammed up Excalibur swords T Rexes bibles of rhymes We in the lunchroom weed and veggies for breakfast Polo campus sicker lances the crisp Hundred dollar kick niggas that be showing you hand steps Back to the dormatory where niggas Broke my forearm and index finger now you write glory True holding my flag it's all engraved in my blade So when I wave it you gon' say Rae mad Now 28 Days Later now Wu's up do something you can't It's blood in my eye I might get amped To rip something down the billboard holders is back So when you see me you gon' say he gets down From darkness to DNA I move with my brother And we resonate energy that shifts in colors Bringing MC's punishment then I'm done with it The meter leave way on the fast break I run with it It was not a hobby but a childhood passion That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned Every line to line bar for bar is clockwork Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt Check the total amount of MC's inflicted With torture from moving with work that's restricted We criticize producers til they joints are right Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light Hitting them from well conced firing positions With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen Drastic pyroclastic connected with the same old Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano Bill like the Green Bay Packers sack like the linebackers Hang with niggas like redneck crackers Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed German Duck low behind the car my tech burning Neck burning from eight karats of sunlight Absorbed in the grill Big Pun like Lord of the Wu Tang sword know what that means Like J R Tolkien it's the Lord of the Rings This is my man Chef auto like Grand Theft Auto The 18th letter followed by the mark of Zorro Plus A not for apple but I pack an apple Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle Caramel pecan sundae Pregline Plump breasts was filled with saline Her big booty cousin nasty Nadine Get you on the floor whore tried to double team Is he still that nucca Is he in the hood like that Is he really strapped Will he really split yo' shit I thought you said he rap Pull up in the yard ten sets He ain't flexing microphone ripping heat holding Who testing Rope a dope his black lotus Can't quote this chat with the sword tongue Duck when the axe is swinging wild Apache drum Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts he won't quit Can't tell em nothing he grown give the man room Space was demanded beat banging through the speaker Voice heat seek missle guided at the listener Swing to the gospel catch up and wet at the brothel Unstoppable direction of my flow optional To the ear depending on the current of air the crowd's in |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
She's my number one gangsta chick
She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do You'se a starter like Candice Parker Take flight like Skywalker might wolf it on ya father Still the athlete play of the week G P A 4 0 and the game's complete Skintone buttercream all defensive team Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson you're my Queen To be I'm ya King keep ya under the wing Together we can capture the ring You the human highlight body type just right Hairdo stay tight go hard ball all night Allstar shine so bright Hall of famer about to take the game to new heights You're my number one draft pick Madonna classic No look dunks to the basket yeah that's mine that's mine She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do Blunt smoke fifth hundred stroke I'm going nuts full clip shoot up her fat lips And round butt catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep The answer beeps she take dives on the busiest streets Whatever situation or the circumstances Outdoor indoor she's taking the chances Hotel motel or Holiday Inn Overlooking that bible she continued to sin Spread wide on the desk paperwork all in a mess While the ceiling fan blowing her dress Ten minutes of jerking along with the slurping Her skirt hid her talent until I raised the curtains Showtime at the Apollo she'll follow my lead Then get on her knees then swallow her pride Strapped and ready to ride She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do Yeah that's my down bitch That's my down bitch anything she do for her man If it's lying on the stand fish frying in the pan She a Queen like Liz the third wicked curves On her word stay still rocking linens and furs While she do it in the sack jazz music in the back Flat blew a nigga back act two I'm into that Damn right she the star of my team When we stepped on the strip baby girl we the heart of the scene Whether Brooklyn Bronx Manhattan or Queens Staten Island she styling if not she's not seen Playboy status every man's lust She acting all shy but she likes handcuffs I'm the first on the court first to hit the dance floor The floss in this rap sport what more can ya ask for Let ya glass pour Wu Tang is here now All my Independent Women time to let ya hair down Bottles popping everything is fair ground Fresh legs window shopping can't help to stare it down You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first Baby you'se a starter where you throw that skirt Lady you'se a starter where ya hold it down Yeah I'm Cold Blooded then ya love my style This is rush hour traffic first one to merk off It's like clockwork first to get ya work off I'm the workhorse Killa Bee performer Pro darter starter not a bench warmer what She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
See I was raised up on these mean streets
Im from the projects, right where poverty and hell meets Im searchin every day to find a better way, I gotta Hustle,steal to get my pay before I hit bottom Now some might say I'm already there But who are they to judge or question what I do so I dont care Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches with no meat Tired of watchin all the playas from the same street So its a life of crime, some might sing a rhyme To escape the ghetto before the flatline Choices to make,what am I gonna do Gotta use my talents that gonna put me through Hook: Gerald Alston Now with success I've become a target They wanna set me up,I guess mo money equals more problems They wanna get me,wanna hit me, strip me of my riches They want to cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it (Fading as Meth's verse starts : Fight to stay alive) Verse 1: Method Man I was raised on these meen streets You know,where poverty and hell meet Brothers get jelly,lifes for sale cheap Since my momma held me in her arms to tell me That its a cold world I dun held heat And held myself down, lots of bodies and shells found And niggas takin anything that aint nailed down We fell down,aint hard to tell now I aint tryin ta see the cell now Or see momma put the house up for sale now So Ima give all I got,to try a nd get that guap Nigga,Im hot with this hustle, go ahead and get the cops I used my talent to get more fickis Unlike these little cornerstore niggas Go change your drawers niggas Hook: Method Man,Gerald Alston Now with success I've become a target They wanna set me up,take me hostage Or take me down some notches They wanna hit me, wanna stick me,get me for my riches They wanna diss me,wanna clip me, leave me stiff in ditches And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it Verse 2: Inspectah Deck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Sample]
The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts the fists are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements have to be.... [RZA] I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I keep shinin My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds That be twinklin, while my love be sprinklin We stay young while your old wicked faces be wrinklin ALLAH's the most gracious, he made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places, but still appear faceless Embraces all races, all caste and all cases In every spec of life he's the substance of all traces [Break] The answer to all questions, the spark of all suggestions Of righteousness, the pathway to the road of perfection Who gives you all and never ask more of you The faithful companion that fights every war with you Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin for the oracle A mission impossible, purely philosophical But you call him on your death bed when you layin in the hospital [Break] And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil Building a home for themselves and storing food At night we praise ALLAH and adore the moon In sync like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearin' GOD, we great a ghost with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, which is flesh is flesh Meaning life has no partnership with death [Break] Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by those who met us They had ears of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially lead by the false teachings And eventually pledge their allegiance To that which was against them and exempt them from the truth Then juiced them and pimp them ?? So the church can rise, while their babies home hungry covered with flies Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Trying to harness the wind ALLAH's the father from without and within On Christ return, who will announce him? Every tree is numbered, but who can count them? The name of all things on this world, who can pronounce them? ALLAH is the father of all, why do you doubt him? [Sample] The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts the fists are the arrow, the body is the bow All movements have to be ?? The wrist must be strong and the fingers powerful Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the enemy's strong points |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)]
On the firing line... lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for ya targets (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention [Raekwon] Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this" Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas 'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets (caskets) Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing) [Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)] Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up) [Inspectah Deck] The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost your spot Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds (It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon [Interlude: movie sample] Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax Word... Word... [Chorus: Method Man (U-God)] First we told y'all niggaz, then we showed y'all niggaz, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang" (We gon' take it back with this) When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember (We gon' take it back with this... let's go) [Ghostface Killah] Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd Fake passports and visas, all of my goons They be carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dying to f**k us This is real talk, shank lullabyes Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in ya area Ain't tryin' to hurry up We like rebel niggaz powdered up wilding in the streets of Liberia No matter the crime, I'm beating the case If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face Shitting shanks out, come to court dates Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine [U-God] Talk to me, my criminal mystique Kick back the boards, six thousand a week Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless Bring back the life that ya thought was lifeless The Way of the Gun, son, who the nicest? S.K., no stungun, smooth devices Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite ya F**k that bitch, ya wife don't write ya Cancel her, buy another one just like her Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness [Interlude: movie sample] The dark, and this place will come here That's right! [Chorus] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
The joy the flowers bring me
The pain still has me sinking All while the heart gently weeps Your smell has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps Snowy night fiends basing A Raisin in the Sun was amazing The joint on the dresser a gauge went off Jumped up fish tank it fell and they stuck They shot her cousin LaVon he owed a buck Willie was awful pulled out the ratchet let off two Grits fell on his leg Kiana ripped the cold bowl He violent a Island nigga with the talent six killas who just came home from straight wilding Robbing everything in Macy's Lacy short haircut With long arms who furk niggas got four babies vette jabber her slapped her wig off ran in the crib She did the dumb shit my nigga then clapped her Lester smoked Chester sister Vest I heard it was a mess They ripped the apple out her throat blessed her Hungry hyenas from Medina all eight trained us Who got reluct think fast and blast from Beamers I brought my bitch out to Pathmark she's pushing the cart Headed to aisle four damn I got milk on my Clark's That's what I get not focusing from hitting that bar My mouth dried need plenty water quick I feel like a shark In the aisle busting them paper towels and wiping my Wally's down I stood up to face a barrel he's holding a shiny pound It's him he want revenge I murdered his Uncle Tim I sold him a bag of dope his wife came and copped again That bitch is crazy and uh she brought her baby She knew I hard the murders a smack it killed her man though Now I got his furking nephew gripping his gat you'se a bitch You better kill me you know you're booty You pulled your toolie out on me motherfurker First thought was to snatch the ratchet said furk it and furking grabbed it I ducked he bucked twice this nigga was furking laugh I wrestled him to the ground tustle scuffle constantly kicked him He wouldn't let go the joint so I furking bit him Shots was whizzing hitting Clorox bottles Customers screaming then the faggot ran out of hollows I had to show him what it's all about Next thing you read in the paper 'A man who came to kill gets knocked out' I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life Yo aiyo yo yo yo You on ya way to the store nigga grab me a Dutch I'm mad as furk my dude my count was short when I was bagging it up Now I need liquor nigga pass me a cup What's up with Officer Brown The other day he tried to shackle me up He killed Kase and now he hassling us This motherfurker got balls even the gaul to try and patten me up Time to re up let these niggaz know we back on the block With the hundred off a G pack cracking the spot I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life The joy the flowers bring me The pain still has me sinking All while the heart gently weeps Your smell has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
(Intro: RZA)
Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies No bitch could hold me, in this Thug World (Inspectah Deck) I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth Polly with the wild life, cannibal out Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip Face sick with the rap shit, stacking them chips In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick She like, this your pussy, and she smash my click Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall Niggaz straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw' Half y'all talk about it, but you don't want war See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating So without reason, pounds are squeezing The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM Bitches ride like the Scream Machine For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams (Chorus: Dexter Wiggles (RZA)) If real niggaz is listening, the life we living in, is wrong (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable) Back for transitions, to save us from harm We in the race for time... so we won't lose our mind But if we run the race like a thug We would lose that mind that we made of (RZA) You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill Liable to pull a knife from out of his heal Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed One man, can't uplift the land Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop vintage Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizzes (Chorus 2X) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[kung fu sample]
If only we can lay our hands on that vixen Yu Shin Hua Then all our problems will be over... Yu Shin Hua! You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [RZA] The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance My slang been around before baton and Benetton I've been on, fingerprint, two finger tips So when I squeeze the rubber grip, release the clip, then leave the clip C-Cypher Pigs can't identify it The true and living God, son, we exemplify it The most complicated 'formance of life, we simplify it Bzzz, don't knock it til you try it Flying dagger, make 'em stagger, then I take a swagger Ice cold J?germeister, take a dragon hold Bo county crook, slide like the Nike swoosh Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey, look Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been tooken All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn Good looking, son, yo, son, bring the hook in You can never find Zig weak spot, stop looking [kung fu sample] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Raekwon] From the continents to Croatia, I'll flame a lamester With the new slang, much more to show ya These rocks change, glock fully, hot pellets Have me running through the hall, it's on, like you being chased by the relic Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any project With logic, few semi's, hide in the cockpit Scream out, Shallah and I'mma tap in, harder than Tinactin Don't try to play the fella, I'll blacked in Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed Black man, black hooded, moving through the city Like you Batman, still you so pussy, like Catwoman Don't bother the Legion, more squeezing, more reason To light a new block up, cause me to cement shit Powerful block shoppers and all niggas getting that gwop Dare you to try to find my weak spot [kung fu sample] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [GZA] I stay on the 64 squares, while patrolling the center Trading space from material, the time zone, I enter It's calculated by movement, from pushed pieces Advancements and development, once the pawn reaches To 8th ranked, now heavily armed with a tank My opponent's base is threatend, soldiers cut with shanks Moved all my small pieces, MC's are driven back Unable to avoid capture from the attack Such movement, is naturally quite unsound Men is badly placed upon dangerous grounds Loosening their position, before they were strongly posted Before the double rooks had approached it They must of been quick to ignore the principles Rock a V and an effective God is invincible A strategic plan, just the way I envisioned it Many fallen soldiers in complete imprisonment [kung fu sample] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I tell you, right, right, right, in ya muthaf**kin' face Muthaf**ka, you know, well, you know muthaf**kin' well When -- we don't play that shit, or, I don't play that shit That's just Wu-Tang, you know, I'm the nigga That -- that, give it to ya raw When I said "first thing first, man, you f**king with the worst I be sticking pins ya head, like a f**king nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu" |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: Raekwon (samples)]
(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his f**king arm... You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man (Somebody tell me what do I do...) None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man [Raekwon] Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping? Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain You knowing where it came from, stop it You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what? The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu [Chorus 1.5X: sample] What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining with the patchwork of puzzles That was written in the year of the dragon More raw than you could ever imagine How much of a great blessing to a rap city Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it For the lower level creatures that can't peep it I observe MC's, regardless From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness... [Chorus] [Masta Killa] Let the track wind and ya mind flow free Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the source of which it came Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending On and on and on and, travel with me Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down Underneath the white T lies the four pound This is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown) [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth Spreading the blessing across seven continents Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein I and I ride or die under the name W-U, the primary, ya secondary Definitely not necessary, the legendary You printed the blueprints to do this shit Moving the youth in the bricks Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art [Method Man] Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable Most Talented rap muthaf**ker you ever listened to [Cappadonna] I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run Can't nobody f**k with me, I'm just too nice Smack niggas in they head everytime I write Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping Go to school f**ked up, it's Africa Island We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
George Clinton
A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma U-God Yo, Must I flex my cash, to sex your ass I wet the ave, when I set my path The vette' dont crash I'm built to long last Grab my money clip I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks they better cash Finger on the trigger wit my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags Next shot go right through your hover craft You do the math my answer tounge slash When will ya learn its the return of Shaft The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft My force might blur, the Porsche will purr The apple martini of course its stirred Ill do the honor, the Shaolin bomber, sharpskin armor, Ill bring the drama Chorus (1x) George Clinton A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma Verse 2 Method Man Damn, deficatin on the map, Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap How real is that, you niggas hatin on the fact, that the kid is blazin on this track and hatin on em back My doe stacked up wit O's, who the mack duckin po po's blowin smoke goes in the 'Lac To be exact, don't want no hassle wit the stack, in the big apple, we aint ridin apples in the back, yea, its all grillin, how the f**k ya'll feelin, non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin em The arch villans, when the blood start spillin, any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin em Yea, now I got it in the smash, a ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash Me and my comrades followin the cash, and livin everyday like tomorrow is the last Chorus (1x) George Clinton A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma George Clinton I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when your lost down in the snow Like a coyote out in the desert When the first will never go, and the wolf, they never go Verse 3 Masta Killa Yo, Would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it Or would you take it for somethin else and get toed the f**k up Men come together for the common cause To beat your ass just because Theres a line he dont cross offending the boss While of course his one selecting through your head shot I'm back in the yard again the bars callin 15 sets of this will have you swollen Ladies like "damn papa you lookin right, i'd love to give you some of this pussy and ima dike" I write when the energy's right and spark friction DJ cuttin it spinnin it back mixin Great pop knock tickin, poetry description, for the motion picture reanactment, activate a higher assassian keep it classic Rap evolution every black yo pass that Chorus (1x) George Clinton George Clinton A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma George Clinton I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when your lost down in the snow Like a coyote out in the desert When the first will never go, and the wolf, they never go |
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from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
(feat. Ghostface Killah)
[Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)] Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground? (Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH! [Styles P:] From a hood where niggaz is miserable Either gon' dead you or leave you in critical Niggaz talkin money then show me the visual And then stand right there and get plucked like a chicken feather Stickin up the stick-up kids, nigga I'm sick as ever The gun is my bitch, and I bet you we stick together Stuck like two dogs fuckin You must be ready to die, fuckin with me like, you want somethin Ring your bell and I have you like "Who call? " Smack you with a bat like Pujols, bottom of the ninth You don't wanna see me at the bottom of the pint Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a problem for the night Problem for your life, leg or arm missin I can step it up, have you doubt or your mom missin S.P. the Ghost and I'm trom' hittin Arm kickin anytime I'm spittin nigga just like a bomb hittin [Chorus: Styles P (Ghostface)] Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah) Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (for they plate nigga) You know I go hard for the cake When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state (nigga what) I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate (food gettin ate, gettin ate) Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (robbed for they plate motherfucker) You know I go hard for the cake (it's the Twin Ghost Experience!) When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state I'm the star [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, yo, yo I'm a tell you how we do on the Island Squeeze your girl ass, now what, knock your punk ass off balance You can't come through Mickey D's, no burger no cheese Find your head missin, do you still want the #3? +Big Mac+, large order of 9's, no shake, we got shells Pissin on y'all bitches like R. Kell's And more or less staple your balls together And light you in kerosene, melt your whole face in your sweater You see the rubber gloves, thugs Nervous doctors play in the E.R., still wind up pullin the plug Cause it's a Twin Ghost Experience, flesh and spirit We bang, even the dead listen to deadly lyrics Make Big turn in his grave, even 'Pac can hear it Cochran, on Dirt's death, yo they tryin to appeal it But fuck that, all we want is the crack, the cash in bags Come through heavy, you might get yapped; motherfucker! [Chorus] [Styles P:] A lot of niggaz hoped I would die young Pitched in the hood hard, want me to Cy Young Real sharp words, guess I got me a fly tongue Always get high cause I feel high-strung I don't buy jewels, I buy haze and I buy guns Or they "hear me now" like the dude from Verizon Look at my eyes son, you won't see the next horizon Kickin that typical rap, despicable rap Or to get a hawk in your face, clip in your back Guess who, still keep the thing in the sweatsuit Hot blood leakin out your face is the best soup Food in the kitchen nigga, shit in the restroom Wreck when it's wreck time, S.P. the Ghost is five star Orders to the death when I rep mine King and the queen die, just like chess time If I don't kill you now I'll catch yo' ass next time [Chorus] |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
Ghost face
Alex (stolen script) Yeah, Thats right, Hardy Boys shit Smoke a winston to this shit word up bout to f**kin blow ya head up yeah yo, yo, he got his stones from greece, in his mouth he had like 30 plus carats, ??? smoked cigars like a bogart classic told niggas if he die he want a glass casket parents died when he was five years old made his way inside the US with columbian gold a fake name, and a passport ???? one sister pretty thing light skinned niggas will body over her like f**k it with a scar by her left eye her brother alex was extremely close he sold coats and minks had ??? put in toilets and sinks loved to rollerskate 99 did time up in ??? came home blown ??? kings and soldiers never gave a f**k about that mc beef in queens Alex, he was a rich nigga, he had close to ten bodies under his belt his man did the last one and got murdered himself took him a while to get his head together alex one day, out in a l.a. made a call to new york told his man I-God its going down fly the whole team in for support member that ray shit that jamie foxx played that was my shit i never got paid they got rich off a stolen strip In 98 i seen charles on the cali strip sold him copyrights his life and ??? flip In brail he read it in no time hit it me with his ?? i give you some more lines real talk stand up dude said how yo like jamie foxx to replay you he said yeah thats cool but under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk flip my talk and my hands i said sure why not he can imitate anything turst me this young boy hot shook his hand and i bounced in the limo grabbed my cell bit my cigar then rolled down the window contacted stonybrook and roberts, told em we got it in 10 now that yo ray ray signed it now we can move on and shoot this live shit, with mad options paramount and dreamworks we shopping on mandelay and new line coppin i go and get 10 mill and blow it on the independent market but anyway down in ??? changed i had a meeting with this rich investor said hed throw 20 million on the kids film only if he chose the cash he was drunk he was talking real fast so i test his mouth, laid back then i put him on blast, where exactly you gonna get this cash i got a an ill gotti ??? connect, wise guys they kill ???? catchin bodies earning respect they waiter came and he dropped of the shrimp fried rice he ordered, i said thankas as he poured my water then out came the veggie roll, sesame chicken and mint tea rice wine had me wantin to pee i said excuse me i'll be right back, pardon me grabbed his glass and he nodded to me standed up to take a piss this shit felt like a nut got back the dude vanished breifcase tooken off asked the waiter where he go the mother f**ker spoke spanish |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
Ghost face
Alex (stolen script) Yeah, Thats right, Hardy Boys shit Smoke a winston to this shit word up bout to f**kin blow ya head up yeah yo, yo, he got his stones from greece, in his mouth he had like 30 plus carats, ??? smoked cigars like a bogart classic told niggas if he die he want a glass casket parents died when he was five years old made his way inside the US with columbian gold a fake name, and a passport ???? one sister pretty thing light skinned niggas will body over her like f**k it with a scar by her left eye her brother alex was extremely close he sold coats and minks had ??? put in toilets and sinks loved to rollerskate 99 did time up in ??? came home blown ??? kings and soldiers never gave a f**k about that mc beef in queens Alex, he was a rich nigga, he had close to ten bodies under his belt his man did the last one and got murdered himself took him a while to get his head together alex one day, out in a l.a. made a call to new york told his man I-God its going down fly the whole team in for support member that ray shit that jamie foxx played that was my shit i never got paid they got rich off a stolen strip In 98 i seen charles on the cali strip sold him copyrights his life and ??? flip In brail he read it in no time hit it me with his ?? i give you some more lines real talk stand up dude said how yo like jamie foxx to replay you he said yeah thats cool but under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk flip my talk and my hands i said sure why not he can imitate anything turst me this young boy hot shook his hand and i bounced in the limo grabbed my cell bit my cigar then rolled down the window contacted stonybrook and roberts, told em we got it in 10 now that yo ray ray signed it now we can move on and shoot this live shit, with mad options paramount and dreamworks we shopping on mandelay and new line coppin i go and get 10 mill and blow it on the independent market but anyway down in ??? changed i had a meeting with this rich investor said hed throw 20 million on the kids film only if he chose the cash he was drunk he was talking real fast so i test his mouth, laid back then i put him on blast, where exactly you gonna get this cash i got a an ill gotti ??? connect, wise guys they kill ???? catchin bodies earning respect they waiter came and he dropped of the shrimp fried rice he ordered, i said thankas as he poured my water then out came the veggie roll, sesame chicken and mint tea rice wine had me wantin to pee i said excuse me i'll be right back, pardon me grabbed his glass and he nodded to me standed up to take a piss this shit felt like a nut got back the dude vanished breifcase tooken off asked the waiter where he go the mother f**ker spoke spanish |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now.. |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now.. |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: scratched up samples]
"You out there, on now" "Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb" "Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying" "It's the hardcore" "Set it off, rusty, low down" "Following me, it be the God" "Whatever, whatever" "God all" "All New York, ight" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a nigga for real, we eat ya food Like dog, muthaf**ka, in replace of a meal Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] From Broad Street down to Milledge You f**king with experienced killas Mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You f**king with experienced killas Silver back gorillas [Ghostface Killah] The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The street is never at peace when I palm a tech My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a black belt The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full 'cause, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that shit, and ice my nuts See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God And still pull up in the hoopted out rented car With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood bully out Take his gun and pee on him The magazines cant develop my flicks The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of weed stanking Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking [Chorus] |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head Get your top rocked, way across state The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake I smash ya'll muthaf**kas like a seedless grape And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you f**king snakes Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I f**k men, though" [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! [Sheek Louch] Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late I'm hot as f**k, my truck keep getting tailed It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for me, f**k, rap for me Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me Het wet ya, and throw the stocking On his face, like when he first met cha [Ghostface Killah] Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow your troops Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g I wanna wish ya'll muthaf**kas a happy New Year (New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son? (Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is crazy Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy) That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day (Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year This muthf**ka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid That was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who...) That's your toes right there! (Who the f**k said I broke 'em) Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though, but come on, man You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though (You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son? ('cause the nigga asked for it, man, shit I f**ked a nigga up, man) Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthaf**ka) Yo, it's New Year's son (f**k ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's! F**k that, let's get this paper! [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible Why I would damage you, f**k, if I drink, then ran with you Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poor I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build "Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" Yeast infection, queen, she love dick Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you Crucial, blow rugers at who you with We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all good My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad That's bad, flags red, dirt beds Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth' heads We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads Knockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out F**king up rappers is what I'm about I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead Keep fronting and lose your head "Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X] [Ghostface Killah] You can decide on who's liver Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the town Don't let your gangsta, get you murked up Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead Freeze, nigga, come off the bread Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising Ringing the boys bell like Verizon Eyes, looking suprised, that the four-five Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island Holding the boy down, ya'll know what it do Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying? My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come first That's right, yeah, get up in that building You tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safe Word up, cause we coming, J-Love Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo Bean You know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, man We gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga Come through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll hands off him Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up? "Ghost got the juice, now" |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)]
Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (As Mr. Maygreen... good evening...) Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm) [Chorus: Mr. Maygreen] (Good), I look so, (good), the car look (Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm okkkkkk (Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look (Good), they all from around the wayyyyy (Good), hey there, (good), look at you (Good), me, I'm just passing byyyyyyy (Good), look at her, (good), time out (Good), I think I'll give the game a tryyyyy [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, my rose was good, plus my face was good The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good The grasp who be hypecast is good That's the bird that f**ked the game up Cut the head off lames and platinum niggaz, your boy done came up Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes You was in love with the pussy, it ain't the same though 'cause I'm good, she's good, so you should be good Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood And we don't love those hoes, with they flat butts caked up And tipped up toes, need an ill plastic surgeon to fix they nose 'cause they shit is too fat like an adidas sole Don't even touch my gold, I'm good [Hook: Mr. Maygreen] I know you heard it a thousand times Not quite like my design You say that's what you looking for Gator boots walk through the door, now [Bridge: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] (Good) Theodore's good, (good), my team is good (Good) My robes is good, (I'm so good) (Good) My moms is good, (good), my style is good (Good) My queen is good, yeah, come on, (I'm so good) (Good) The days is good, (good), babies is good (Good) Wifes is good... uh-huh (Good) The hood is good, (good), God is good (Good) Everything is good, come on, let's go [Ghostface Killah] Goose over ice cubes, pass the O.J. Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways Come here, sit on my lap, it's not a gat, sugar Have a seat, don't be afraid to move back Feel that? You'se a nasty girl Big butt, slim gut, I'll crash your world It's not polite to bend over in Starkey face Sheer lace, fat ass, got want me to taste that Lodi dodi, with a coke shaped body And my jewels hang low like my balls in the potty And I dare ya'll to try to rob me Theodore U, we got the army A-Town to Mariner's Harby Wild West, Now Born, go hard, G. Killa Hill, Stapletown, Port Rich' kids Pack heat, like I was pulling out biscuits [Hook] [Chorus] [Trife Da God] When we on the block bubbling rocks, watching for cops Holding glocks in and out of the spots, (it's all good) When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V's Blowin' exotic trees, playa, (it's all good) When I'm in the whip, sunk in the six, drunk off the liqs Pull up, stunting, fronting for chicks, (it's all good) When we on stage getting them Grammy's, snatching them panties Jetskiing off the shores of Miami, (it's all good) [Hook] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... told ya'll before, another Theodore Production This is how we go in the 06 to 07, come on, come on [Chorus] |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together On some Siamese shit... yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting, classic cutting You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? [Trife Da God] Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome [Cappadonna] This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things We stick niggaz up and we take they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores [Killa Sin] Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized Been advised, before, that f**king with I, is genocide Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate |
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(feat. Trife Da God, The Willie Cottrell Band)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] God's woman... what's going on? I know things seem messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do... but stay strong And keep in mind that he always loves you... It's what it is... that's right sugar love Come on... [Chorus: Willie Cottrell] Josephine, the times are getting tough Seems to me... you just wont get enough The rain, wont wash away, your sins... You'll be here, to do them all over again... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain The monkey on her back is now a gorilla Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman Destroying her pretty image and her health Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching [Chorus] [Trife Da God] She wakes up, with an urge to get high Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix to get by So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John, she met her through Tom She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners [Chorus] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Josephine, what's wrong, baby? Come on... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world Try'na make some quick cash for a hit of that stash Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto For those getting high, using drugs on every level Living your life, day and night, getting stoned You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? [Willie Cottrell] Up all night, under the party lights Same old popping and party hopping All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) |
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[Trife Da God]
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shades I must of passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out Three more niggas approaching, holding they mack's out One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph Of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants leg With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation Plus he's wanted by immigration Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement How the f**k I get involved with these federal agents They knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac Town They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel Or spend the rest of my life in prison A classified mission on some James Bond shit 007 style, love to get some straight convicts Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone Told her to kiss little Jay 'cause I'll be gone again Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her teeth If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a week Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend [Sun God] I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggas That drug lord that we want, got a spot for niggas And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my nigga He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice But give us ten, like we selling white together Left side, four-five, right, black beretta Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds F**k a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge Hit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-D If he owe Trife, he owe me Load up the mack grounds, M-I-A, call that the jack town Tell niggas I'm on my way, coming back down Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now Theodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, now I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down" Now I slang fifty kilo's where I'm at now Fifty a wop, purple top, nigga, I'm back, clown Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge Channel seven news, older dude, murder gat found |
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[Intro]
This is why the World Series of Poker Is decided over a no limit poker tournament Players, pro's even, can't handle the pressure of the game They consider no limit the only pure game left [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We gotta know how to play your cards, have a mean poker face And know an ace deuce can take out your pocket broads This is no limit hold 'em, you gotta know when to fold 'em If you plan on, staying on top You can't lose, what you don't push into the pot You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck Go all in, if you're feeling your cards, deep in your gut [Shawn Wigs] It was a late Saturday night, big chips, we had a lotta Theodore performed at the Plush Brigatta It was an hour in, big chip leader of the game Caught pocket jacks and flopped two more of the same Looking at quads, waiting for someone to bluff So I checked til someone said "I had enough" I'm raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river Caught an ace and his face, was a straight up giver He had three now, must of caught two in the hole A full boat, I'm about to sink ship, tell him to fold He laughs, raises his fifty g's, please I need chip count The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island He called it, I showed four jacks, he started wilding [Interlude:] This son of bitch.. All night, he set me up, he check, check, he trapped me! [Chorus] [Shawn Wigs] It was a cash game, 100/200 dollar table Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able July 23rd and 4th, the lions is out It's the month of the Leo, we gon' win with no doubt Bunch of high rollers, laughing like he know we're low in the amateurs I buy him for the macks, twenty G's, I'mma damage ya Couple of chuckles, broken glasses, all tinted I'mma put ya'll all on tilt, give me a minute So I check raise 'em, bluff 'em, ain't showing my cards Two four off two, ya'll ain't no superstars I should of been at the table, World Series of Poker I'm up 80 G's already, ya'll a bunch of jokers Now they all on tilt, raising, I call 'em all in With pocket three's, for 80 G's, I'm ready to fall in Flop two aces, caught my three on fourth street A four hundred thousand dollar pot boy, life's sweet [Chorus] [Outro] He beat me.. straight up Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money |
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[Intro: Sun God]
Sun God... get 'em, official... [Sun God] I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them g's on the corners, move when I move That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters 'cause pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter That really love me, for the shit that I taught her Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Jeans, hoods, guns, crack [Ghostface Killah] Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate And tooters is flab with rugers, with daggers and them jeans We chew through it, like we coming down off woolas And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas With true talent, like my name is T.O. So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles 'cause if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many Horses to water, just to see if they like it Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now News flash, my nigga ridin' L, laid a cop down Any of ya niggas want beef, I will stop clowns I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the glock sound? [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah (Sun God)] Aiyo, what up S.G.? (Aiyo, what's poppin' my nigga I'm just oil in the toolies, exercising my trigger Finger, I got the biggest bangers) Yeah, I got a crispy stainless Your mans ain't f**king those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers (Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they f**king face in) I bet you now, them muthaf**kas really start complaining (No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining) We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading (I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming) It's all entertainment (And all my niggas made it) We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden (I keep the iron blazing, hands hurt Like a bitch when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing) We ran trains for hours, up in the Days Inn Hood rats and crack motels, we seen baking [Chorus] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] [Sounds of crunching and eating] Yeah, good... |
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[Amy Winehouse] Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt You say, why did you do it with him today? And sniff me out like I was tanqueray [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, why you acting like you more trouble than Tony Starks and You need to just 'walk away' like Kelly Clarkson I know, we was fiend to sleep around town But I figured you said that, that's how I get down Nah of course, you was out there, messing around I would of told you, once you go Ghost, you never go back Try g'ing me, like I don't know how to mack I'm a don, and, top of the line, I stay flying Stop trying, to keep cuff analyzing Using my credit cards to buy diamonds We need to straighten this out, get to the bottom of it all Let's crawl, before we start the war Begin with two reasons why we need to talk And stop popping up in my cribs all over New York And, that's stalking, you such trouble and no good Them fighting words in my block, when we in the hood [Chorus: Amy Winehouse (Ghostface Killah)] I cheated myself, like I knew, I would... I told you, I was trouble... And know, that I'm no good [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, nasty girl, try to play me [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes You cheated yourself but these are the breaks And it never be the same again, cause of old boy But oh boy, together we make so much joy In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and Hunt you down, holding the next man's stacks Now you sorry, tryin' bring that old thing back and Act like we can rekindle that flame It's a shame, how you can't get me off the brain He that lame, you love how I bring the pain Got the rug burns stinging and you saying my name Say my name, that's right, I'm high post Get the champagne, love, word up, we gon' toast [Chorus] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] You had to be nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, girl... You can't leave the kid... can't leave the kid... Don't worry, I'ma be around forever, nasty girl... Don't forget, I'ma be around forever, nasty... Don't forget, I'ma be around forever... [Amy Winehouse] Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain We're like how we we're again I'm in the tub, you're on the sink Lick your lips, as I soak my feet [Ghostface Killah] Yo, get the bath and body works, pumping your spice creams Together like Cheech and Chong, we make nice dreams Fight scenes, I take the good with the bad Cuz you give the best brains that I ever had and Anything worth having is hard to keep I love you like my coffee so hot and so sweet So let's, stick it out, so we never regret it I could forgive the past, but I never forget it [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] Got to forgive the past, but I never forget it Nasty girl... nasty girl... try to play me Nasty girl, you had to be a nasty and try to play me Nasty girl... try to play me, try to play me Nasty girl, got to forgive the past, but I never forget it... |
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from Waist Deep (웨이스트 딥) by Terence Blanchard [ost] (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup We mind seat up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off! Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on! [Chorus] [Trife Da God] (Ghostface Killah) {both} Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up} We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling) We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut} [Ghostface Killah] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type of dude you go to war with My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga! Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo! [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me I stick it up like an iced cake robbery And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me Floss the ill robes since Criminology Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty Ya'll can just crown me! [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? Youknowhatimean? You really run New York This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker! |
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