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from Tribute To The Notorious B.I.G [tribute] (1997)
Mmm... can't believe we doin' this record) We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your friends Everybody stay strong, the good die young Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused Never know what we have til what we have we lose Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel Hip hop itself is at a pit stop itself Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth Genius at his work Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big go Big Everybody wanted to know Big Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz Ask anybody, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where he took rap Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that He never had a warning, One More Chance was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better be the truth Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth Lyrically there'll never be no one above you And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you Chorus Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt) It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Mafia and Big Poppa Nearly broke down four times writin this verse Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite The only time you see your family is funeral night Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down I guess you with the real king in New York now For real We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa... (We'll always love you Big |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[Verse One: Styles]
My click is in it til it's over, never sober Bustin over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger The young Don, the Heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa Yo, it's the style see it's still the same And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'ciane Papi know my face, so he don't expect it Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath every time I hit the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine from yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine [Chorus: Puff Daddy] I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit That nigga that you can't get along wit Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit That nigga that you see in the videos That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes That nigga that'll die for his main man That nigga with the gettin money gameplan [Verse Two: Sheek] Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet? When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup nobody badder, since the, baby finksta I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb Blown the hall pearl wide been long gone Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that? Worldwide while you simply thug where you live at [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jadakiss] You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car-tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish Bad Boys, and we all eat together When it go down, then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight? I know cats who sniff that Enjoy life, what are you sayin? If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin Anything to do with money you can count J in Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gon' stop Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox [Chorus] - fades out |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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from Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)
Honey, You can have me when you want me
If you just simply ask me to be there And you're the only one who makes me come running Cause what you got is far beyond compare And its just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby, I've got a dependancy Always strung out for another taste of your honey *Chorus* It's like honey really washes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya One hit of your love addicted me Now I'm strung out on you darlin' Don't you see every night and day I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside *Chorus* I can't be elusive with you Honey Cause It's blatant that I've feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly Cause you're the only thing I wanna do And it's just like Honey When your love comes over me Oh baby, I've got a dependancy Always strung out for another Taste of your honey *Chorus* It's like honey really washes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya One hit of your love addicted me Now I'm strung out on you darlin' Don't you see every night and day I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside *Chorus* |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Jadakiss)
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh Aiyo I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late Serious jetlag when I get to bed late That why I fuck cause I be weak when I get head late Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn뭪 jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here to get a job as a tutor I pursued make a long story short screwed her She moved and she came back still on tha same track Same wit same chips ass it was still fat I aint really think she wuz a freak But she did ask a lotta questions bout Stylez and Sheik She called me and said she was in town fo a week The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise How I felt about gettin up fo old times sake Ima bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz Desert in da stashin da Sony cam zoom lens All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend Eat at Puff뭩 joint an catch a show at tha beacon Twist a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson Pass tha tall one 2-5 we still puffin?We got tha heat on a cold night n da winter Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember (Sheek) Oh yeah, I remember dem hoes dat night We wuz at da beacon right Chris Tucker performing All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin Cats and Dogs Aiyyo dese hoes wuz tough Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall i go on Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up I drink dey smoke no coke Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke I slid fo seats down she sittin der smilin Lookin like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin?Told me dat her name wuz Cindy Favorite show Mark and Mindy Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty We chit den chat bout dis n dat From what kind of whip she push To what bar she be at She played hard to get But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi From tha jacuzzi to the bed We fucked until we both got woozy Woke up breath stinkin Yawnin and shit I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable Wit a note sayin sorry I had to rob you baby but I need cash like you I aint your ordinary slut or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer and by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa (Stylez) I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D But now I got to handle dis cause dey skandalous Cindy robbed shiek and moved to Los Angeles Like I wont killa frienz Went to bounce stole a Benz Note in tha garage Tu yall ontaraj Yall 3 rugged niggas but yall gotta get robbed Dont take it personal we didnt finish the job Manaje Twa We kill niggas wit dey dick hard They got me lookin뭓t da letta stuff Why da fuck dey left da truck 3 bitches in my house probly try to wet me up Crept to tha kitchen Seen Ronnie by the cabanet Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet Shot her in da heart Den caught tha earchess fabanet Den I seen Cindy Tha bitch tried to end me Running out da living room Bustin off Kissimee The bitch couldnt aim So I blew her out da frame Turned around to Beatrice Why you look speachless We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches And now you gotta die And da stupid bitch is reaching B뭚o I cocked it back I heard tires screeching Saw Sheek and James Started muthafucking squeezin? (GUNSHOTS) |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right hand Flash his badge with his left hand On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it Made men, should hang with made men Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitch Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport Lord forbid the head nigga get caught And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ?? Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit Thinking you threw with the feds and all that That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark * Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll) Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll) And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll) When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll) Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel Rat, talking to the cops like that On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan Talk to the judge, get you out the can My man had the same case (that's my word) Spent three years in the same place, He still there Came down for a pill, it was still real there Money came between us, know you seen us Move like the teamsters in the beamers Get blacked down and hit the cleaners The feds know everything, who bled and everything Before we got red, honeys giving us head Herion and guns is on the files of Styles But they came in the crib, lifting the towel Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child" And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough * Repeat Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof But you play this street business, all in the street To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up Now 23 hours a day you locked up Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up By some cat you supposed that shot up Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em But you scared to go upstate wit em Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more See the street no more, or skeet no more Ride around in the P, with the heat no more From top to not even on your feet no more 'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind Since they giving out jerseys, get on line For your football numbers, wanna take us all under What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers I don't think so, I don't think so either But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ?? |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Puff talking)
Why they always talking about money? Cause we like money bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah L-O-X and we won't stop Bad Boy, I'm a show you how we get this money (Stylez) You can't take this Players hate this Rainbow glow European bracelet Made his mouth drop, now he need a face lift Mommies run up on me and ask me to taste it Hand on my crotch Got to be the sales or the band on my watch Damn I'm so hot! They call me arrogent While you slide with seven mommies in a Caravan You start traveling I'll make you a believer Hotter in the club getting brain from a diva Leave with a beezer Black Cadillac riding with an old geezer With ten different hustles so every foe sees us No reason We just peas in a pod trying to get the paper We the g's in the lot Long as the water boil we bound to keep it hot It's gon' be turmoil if you thinking that it's not Chorus x2 (Puff) I'm a show you how you get this money (Make it hot) I'm a show you how you get this money (Don't stop) I'm a show you how you get this money (I fucks wit you) I'm a show you how you get this money (Get money) (Jadakiss) Three fly cats that get money with go gimmicks Y'all just so timid My soldiers be no limit What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis And riding out till the Coast Guard come and get me Beat that! Me, Stylez, and Sheek be like 4, 5, 6 so no matter what you roll you can't beat that Who you know could take an old record and flip like Puff? From small clubs to arenas Who flip like us? Everytime they pull up Whips be plush Chicks be tough Bad Boy, Hits R Us Back it's me, West Indies Slimmy Me and Kimmy And I taught her how to say, "May I have a steady gimme" I ain't bustin cause we picked up them joints you tossed Y'all was hot until The Lox came and cooled y'all off It's the Kiss Are you hearing me? I think I'm blessed lyrically Mad rappers with three LP's sill fearing me Chorus x2 (Sheek) You see, we bounce on tracks like bas-ketball And bust down songs till our throat need Halls L-O-X-pedition I spend all day fishing And won't catch one Just me and mommy out in the sun Just sailing, chain so icy if I threw it up You think it was hailing Don't even ask me what the price be To go to a show, no clubs just arenas Headliner Stevie Wonder, no small cat between us After parties be goin like Venus My chick gots be the meanest Before I come That night If she ain't she ain't partying right That's how we like to play in Bad Boys with all the fly shit And that's how we do the chips kid Multiplying Beef, don't apply it Please don't try it cause we ain't with that But if so you gon' need a plastic bag where your shit at Lox and we got that cash you want to get at Chorus x3 |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Jadakiss) Yo, you can't fake it Life's only what you make it Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit Found his body, in the projects, naked I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town With my eyes on a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies Cause I will survive Brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun? If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some 'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun Streets be where Lox get their props from Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com) A worldwide message, I try to express it The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish Chorus (Kelly Price) I wanna thank you, heavenly Father For shining your light on me It's been a long time Since I had someone to love me I owe my thanks to thee (Styles) They never expressed, that life's a part of death They never go there, but you can blow here The 25 to life and greens from below Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough you was out yesterday, stressing a better way Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul." Watch the honeys check your style Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase They only see ice, not me, under the surface What's the purpose? I just, go my way Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright It's plain to fight, but different to shoot And might do it If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot. Chorus (Kelly Price) (Sheek) Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street Holding heat It's them same crooked niggas Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word Buying beats is like copping grams Niggas got too many scams To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans That's aiight, though 'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block Watch us turn nothing into nitro And we don't mingle 'Cause none of us don't really know you From the heart, we never talk to strangers So why start? Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit I watch wild niggas blow See how plush shit can get But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap Would you still be my man And pass your bottle to my hand Would I be in the rain While you pass me in the Land Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan To get next to me and possibly sex me Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi Money'll never amount to respect, B And you don't wanna test me 'Cause God blessed me. Chorus (Kelly Price) And I know I know that it could not happen without you I know it could not happen without you |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
* If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know We can get together, we can do whatever But you cant get no dough Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down tryin' to figure out how I lookin'perso-nal, Baby forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks the three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga we look at things through the big lens, big picture big Benz we try and make CEO ends, the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas Cristal niggas, ya'll finesse this quick style niggas you didn't love me when my name was Sean Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta love the ways females play Quickly use a neglige to getta get-away Five stars where the willies stay, and Sheek pay for nothing but thats what ya'll herbs get for frontin' I spend wild chips gettin' drunk up in the China Club, while you up in Skate Key wit a minor I know she wit it, I betta brick I could hit it Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British Ice Berg shirts with Ice along with it turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted but honey got alot of jazz, You gotta philly You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice my thug style made her cat moist that's the realest shit I heard, that's my word Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserves I put her on the hole in Jerz, rockin' furs different ways to speak without using words And even though she proper I still gotta drop her Cuz Sheek dont like her, had a dream that he shot her I cant buy you ascotta, you get nada I'm the bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter * Repeat They was never mine for me to dump em its just like checkers, after they make a move then I jump em It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real, every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips And guess what, I got more nuts than chips And they gon' melt right in your mouth not in your hand, You know that you aint my girl I'm not your man But do you still wanna lick me? or is cause I'm a six figgy niggy, and I know Biggie and I dont mess with no fat ladies but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby PJ slide to tha mo like that with this honey named trout cuz she blow like that and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin' cuz if you really dig then let me know something * Repeat (extra verse of album "If You Think I'm Jiggy" by the Lox) It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3 on 3 Heard a freak ask Sheek "Big Luch why don't you pee on me?" And her friend is tellin' Jay "I hold a key on me." And I'm laughin' to myself, I got a key on me And they friend in my ear like Lean On Me Told her to get some bare backs and cream on me... Yeak Sheek holler to these mommies "Ven aqui..." Gas 'em up easily and take 'em home with me Who respect this, can't keep her hands off my necklace If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list... This goes out to all ya'll There's too many names to call but ya'll know who ya'll are See me at the bar all eyes on the R... O-L to the E-X, sip the Henny and VS 112 sex styles baby, maybe we can fall in the L.O.X. files You betta believe we all scorin', yeah We can dance all night and do whatever all mornin'...ha ha...yeah... * Repeat(x2) |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
See, I want to get back to the love
Let's start love over, come on * Let's start love over Back to the way things were Forget about them Cause all we got is us We can make it Sad if we try I want to start love over Let's make it do or die When I was nine years old I realized there was a road At the end I would win lots of pots of gold Days, when I used to have my play clothes on I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron But you've learned what the herbs do Breaking curfew Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum Some break a boogie but those that don't Was usually a fighter Rollin' easy riders Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow Little kids is big now They'll push your wig now Can't send them to the store But you can send them for roll And put them on my vine And give them one big push for all mankind * Repeat People still taking rapping for a joke A passing hope Or a phrase with a rope What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes? Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks Remember playing in the streets, touch football Look y'all Somebody get mad and bounce with they football Twenty four hour block parties Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy Adults used to think I was scheming But I was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin' Now everytime that I rhyme I can tell that you like it Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic Your mind is weary, floating like a dove Sweating and things, like you were making love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method Where's the love? Somebody tell me Where's the love? Because we want to know I remember everybody I loved, everybody It wasn't always player hating There wasn't jealousy and all this envy It was the love Ayo hip hop Set out in the park What? We used to do it out in the dark All night long till the cops made us go Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window Lees on, thinking you fresh Trying to impress Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead Ponytail swaying, she hot Standing like she bull legged, but she not You remember the days? That's when crack was affecting blacks like that Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater That's all corrupt Over rap you might get bust Say the wrong thing End up in a permanent sling Went from shelltops to hollowtops Used to rock the bus stop Now we electric slide from the cops Want some veterans in this That ain't keeping it real Now with God we chill over a record deal Always the good ones to go Never your enemies die Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I. No time to yell rhymes in the microphone Take this more serious than just a poem Rock party to party While you're out the door But tear it up yo, let's start love over |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Lil Kim)
See I believe in money, power, and respect. First You get the money. Then you get the muthafuckin, power. After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (Sheek Louchion) Ayo my whole clique bout it, bout it. We take yours while you pout about it. Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it. You could see me on optimum TV. Go in your bathroom turn the light out. Scream! Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3. Sheek ain't your usual friend. About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end. I'm done wit' ice and charms. I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone. Pull up wit' class on the don'. Once I meet em' I greet em'. Kiss his feet for freedom. Tell em' thank you lord. Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored. Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek. So I can make this album. And get back the cats that's weak. Two thirty, six two. Me bust for you that's like a cat vs. a pitbull. Gun, know clip full, keep hunger. And plan for the future, cuz you figure you gon' be older way longer than you gon' be younger. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. It's the key to life. (Styles) Only time could tell how the clock ticks. I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage. Two personalities check the posture. Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils. You think of death but the life seem scary. I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'. Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds. Twenty five thousand a piece. Fuck streets! Tryin' to own the island. Forget about wilin'. Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'. If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'. Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English. Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' em rich. Come back. Private jet live on set. If you could shit gold like you split the decks. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (Jada Kiss) Yo nutin' but the hotness. Whenever we drop this. Monotonous for ya'll to keep hatin', cuz ya'll never gon' stop us. I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless. Take time try to figure out who da Lox is. Fear no one. Kick rhymes like Shoguns. You scared to blow one. Get robbed wit' your own gun. If I don't respect you I'm ah check you. And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you, right before I wet' chu. I sneeze on tracks an' bless you. I'm special. And if you like workin' out, then I'm gon' stretch you. Husslin' is dead but we still get red. Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread. And ya'll said my monies spent. But it's in the Bent'. So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent. For my story, self-explanatory that I'm the hottest thing on the street. An' yall ain't got nutin' for me (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (DMX) Arf, arf. This is a beat that I can freak to just drop the reals. Plus a nigga wit' the ill. Ya'll niggas know my skills. Ass from the grills get em' up, split em' up, wet em' up. And watch em' come get em' up, Set em' up. When you do dirt, you get dirt. Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt. Step back like I did worse. This ain't no fucking game. You think I'm playin, till you layin. To where? The junkyard decayin'. Mom's at home prayin' that chu comin' home. But chu not, cuz you sittin up in the trunk startin to rot. And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby. It's goin' down baby. Git the full pound baby. And let off up in a nigga, especially if he think he bigga' than my muthafuckin' trigga'. Did I? Can I get my? Is it gone? DMX represent for one time. It's on. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
* Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant Happy to be present Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe You can mess around with guns but death ain't right Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them Been experts and done less work than them With no album, we net worth more than them These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers You got some fly shit, but my shit Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch Loud tracks I'm the quiet loud ass Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malace Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black * Repeat Who's not to be fucked with? That's me Who's to be fucked with? That's them Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? And if they want beef later on I splash them And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them Should I give it to them new style or old fashion Do I have to break down the walls Stay off the floor I'm the general dog, I start the war Make every m.c. never spit again When I leave 'em empty No guts, no chest, no brain, no game Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train I feel no pain Steal cocain Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician With an anecdote that can stop my colission Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in What's the next issue? Sheek did official Called Spielberg, cops get tissue So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you Next question is where nasa at? We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad When we down on the craps We plasmic gats Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes * Repeat(x2) |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo This is real life this ain't no TV show Word up- backed out With the macs out 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot Couple of bombs Remote for the alarms Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s Me and Styles wasn't blunted Must be your point to deal with money Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny I hopped in one son hopped in the other Word to mother both trucks burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not Synchronize your watch feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips Money is paper and the banks built bricks All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit Cuz I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo Then I yell yo back You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!" We ain't come this far for this shit to happen Damn, nigga better get the Captain Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain Heard a few more but by then they attacked him Area surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room I pull the pin |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
[Jadakiss]
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo This is real life this ain't no TV show Word up- backed out With the macs out 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot Couple of bombs Remote for the alarms Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s Me and Styles wasn't blunted Must be your point to deal with money Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny I hopped in one son hopped in the other Word to mother both trucks burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not [Styles] Synchronize your watch feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips Money is paper and the banks built bricks All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit Cuz I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo [Jadakiss] Then I yell yo back You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!" We ain't come this far for this shit to happen Damn, nigga better get the Captain Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain Heard a few more but by then they attacked him Area surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room I pull the pin |
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So what's L-O-X about? Livon Off Experience The LOX man Word up We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience And we just do it and we do it for real |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *vocals get louder* We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your friends Everybody stay strong, the good die young Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused Never know what we have til what we have we lose Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth Genius at his work Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big *go Big* Everybody wanted to know Big Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz Ask anybody, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 8X* Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where he took rap Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that He never had a warning, One More Chance was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better be the truth Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth Lyrically there'll never be no one above you And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 4X* Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt) It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa Nearly broke down four times writin this verse Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite The only time you see your family is funeral night Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down I guess you with the real king in New York now For real We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 6X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa *repeat 2X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa... (We'll always love you Big) |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
This is the north part of Yonker
Their home A whole world all to itself You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here It might as well be 3,000 miles away Over there, that's Alexander Street Precinct The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood It was around 1997 L-O-X was the sound of the street (*short clip of a song by the Lox*) Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then Was the time then Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield For the heavyweight title Tyson was that nigga, word up Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot To watch the fight on pay-per-view That's Gettys Square That's where everything went down at I'll talk to y'all about that later Over there That's the hill That's where we got rated at Cops battling A little red house 59, Chestnut Street, second floor That's the lookout store Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot All you would here is... |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
Steady are you ready? (are you ready?)
What's goin on? (whats goin on?) Steady are you ready? (are you ready) What's goin on? (tell me whats goin on) Cold fresh air feeeel the mellow dip thats in the air Ohhh yeaa, I'm bound take a look around Ohhh, whats goin down? However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? Im living at the very top of the floor Theres no more room for anything more I state my name, my name's to claim AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh This is M. J. B. [Jadakiss] Uhh yea, now girl step up to Kiss You sippin' red zyphandile, step up to crys The coupe got 19's, the chain's got nice gleam Girlfriend, you been scooped like ice cream Your ass is fat, your frame is little Got the door knockers on with your name in the middle On the dance floor gettin it in with me Might let you and your friend hit me Soon as the wind hit me I live dare, legendary the top of the globe So there is no more room for anything more And I state my name, my names to claim Jadakiss I done came here and changed the game Now we at the point where your birthdays is costly Got you a scotted outfit and a teacup yorkey Head so crazy that its killing me softly Sit down tell me how you want and how you need me Its the bomb Mary and Clue please believe me [Mary J. Blige w Soul II Soul in background] - over last lines However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? How |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)
[Nature] Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest I never cool off Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft Snatch channels like I'm Disney Half grizzlie unexplain When niggas see me they duck Hoppin i pass quickley Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted They know exactly when a niggas famous Or livin dangerous The kid got a glow like i just came home Try to dull me Niggas that owe be hiding from me Changin their names Screenin their calls The dreamcast in the crib Never leavin at all Playin NBA 2K for two days straight Fifty dollas a game Ket me polish my gain Withdrawin at the bank Never deposit a thing Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang [Cam'ron] Back in the day we was slave Whips and chains Its tradition All i got whips and chains All i did Flip some cane Now a nigga sick of the range Only a new six could fix the pain Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins Milton Bradley wanna get my game 5-0 wanna frisk my frame I dont deal wit cheap blow When i shoot no block Sort of like a free throw Cant miss And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss Got me itchin like its dandrif You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch Im a stomp you stab you Look at you you dam bitch Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "killa When u come back out," Listen I like rap Routine had to stop Met a new connect got it 18 a whop Cops on payroll every block got blow We fight every night Reunite then pop Mo Thats how it is when you deal wit me And I dont feel tv Only real tv Real money real gats real cats real girls MTV I'll show you the real world Cats run up on you Splater your white eyes Thats only to make saturday night live Lookin for a casket got the right size Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies Crashed up the four But now the right five Lookin for beef you found the right guys Old folk say "cam stop ur route Why you gotta get the guns Just box it out" Listen that there is trife Only fightin is the doctor And thats for your life As for your wife Took her out just to tour town Bench press for what I lift four pounds Tear up your car All four doors down Cats wanna box Well heres four more rounds [Styles] Yo, Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice I'ma smack you yap you and murder you Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch Lets get straight to the point Aint a nigga better than me Im agrivated and im fed to the T If I gotta do joints And im sittin for five When you remeniss about me Say the nigga was live I got twelve arm robberies pendin A dope charge, a gun charge Hard to see holiday bendin Wit a brand new case Twenty niggas, the ride A spot OT And some brand new base Why say names You could get who ever you know I got the gun cocked Ready to blow Dont compare his rhymes to mines Mines is real And his is just words and lines [Sheek] Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe How you wanna do this shit Like the quick and the dead So i could cock back Empty out the back of your head Do a drive-by go head Im quick wit the heater I shoot threw you Your car And threw the parkin meter [Jadakiss] Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon Listen everythings about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 Wit the new poke outs Tired of the speculation faggit Everything is real here Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason Hold down the fort Could never be baught So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin Rather start gunnin Cause soon as you start chasin the money Thats when the money start runnin I drive by in a car service Hope out wit mad nigga Pull my phone out Like ya nervous [Fabolous] Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches Wit kay's of the cane Leave strays sittin inches Away from your brain In them grey kitted benzes I sway threw the lanes Now the nay's just sit and flinches When they see the chain Ya might not never come out My verses get heard I'm a hustler I dont sleep from the first to the third Take the ???? to Cali But the shots go quickly Put red spots on your neck And they not no hickeys The truck still got those micky's And dont even pass it my way If its not no sticky No matter where Im at I pop regaurdless Cause I get knocked I cut a check Ya gone drop the charges Put three holes in head Make em look like bowlin balls Come threw in spring Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall So I could hardly care Cause the only way I see time behind bars If its a cartier |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
"I wanna.." {*scratch*} uhh
"I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby (c'mon) (Snoop) Cruise with me, cruise with me (*sung*) Come ride with me (ride with me) (Snoop) Ride, ride (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (smoke with me) (*sung*) Cruisin baby (c'mon) (*sung*) Roll down these streets (bounce) (Snoop) Bounce (yeah) (Jadakiss) Yo, yo "I wanna.." take a trip to the Beverly Center and scoop a mean model broad up dawg and get head in the renter Gotta take her home, clean her up before I can finish Cause ain't no pussy worth gettin burnt while I'm up in it Then I made her roll up while I was runnin a bath And she said she do X, I gave her one and a half Let her get her roll on and made her jump in the bath I left her standin there sayin.. haha "I wanna.." come through in the orange M5 And I got them things in the trunk and they goin for ten-five It could and it will get ugly, but so what? No matter how it go down, the hood'll still love me Never cut broads, I let everybody hit 'em My bullets is like chicken pox, everybody get 'em You know Ja' blow pud-dy, lookin for somethin to slay Mixin the 'gnac with Ocean Spray, c'mon "I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me (*sung*) with me.. (Snoop Dogg) "I wanna.." bust a bitch upside her motherf**kin head for talkin shit to a pimp Limp on 'em, flip on 'em, dip on 'em Crip on 'em, and put this motherf**kin dick on 'em This sorta fish called a bitch oughta hush up Rolled a fat blunt and smoked this motherf**kin dope up Cause you know what? (Whattup?) Shit a nigga know you're so tough, but bitch I wanna go f**k "I wanna.." take you upstairs, and do dat dere Hell motherf**kin yeah See I'm a real player and I won't waste your time I've been a starter, I ain't never sat the f**kin pine Stay on the frontline, it's all by de-sign Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime Everything is fizzine, rollin up a dizzime D-O-double-G I got bitches waitin in lizzine "I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me (*sung*) with me.. (Jadakiss) Uh-huh, yeah.. yeah.. "I wanna.." do the club thing like in and out in an hour And then I'm back home bangin shorty out in the shower Check it I'm chasin the Henny with Coronas She got in her mind that, she gon' get some Fendi if I bone her (eh-eh) Backshot was murder from the rear And she gave me mean top, while I blew the purple in her hair Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner And still got honey thinkin that "I wanna.." automatic start on the Aston Martin Can't beat 'Kiss cause you ain't got half the heart an' get you hit on the inside for half a carton Couple of suits - dawg, we f**kin with loot I got enough dough to chill in court But I know dudes with twenty-five in and they still ain't short But never mind that, we can't lose Pour another drink, roll another dutch up We gon' cruise, let's go "I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Yeah, cruise, cruise.. gangsta, gangsta.. (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Yea yea, yea yea.. yea yea, gangsta, gangsta.. (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Cruise.. lay low.. hold it down y'all (*sung*) with me.. (Snoop) Hold it hold it hold it down, hold it down y'all "I wanna.." (Snoop) Yea yea, hold it down .. "I wanna.." |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Parle)
(HOOK 2X: Jadakiss and Parle) I'm a gangsta Yeah, motherfucker I'm a thug Uh, please believe I'm a pimp girl C'mon, let's go and I'm a hustler, a hustler do it, do it, do it... (Verse 1) Yo, I'm a gangsta, cuz I do gangsta shit matter fact from now on call me gangsta Kiss you already know I handle my business slay you then your man before the first candle's finished feel good when I walk through the hood best part is, I don't gotta flow I just talk to the hood and I do alotta readin, and only eat pasta shrimp fettucini, and pine a la vaca came here talkin slick, all that real shit that's why I'm somethin to deal wit even though I wanted Gore to win I can fuck with Bush though, cuz he gon let the raw come in bigger the boss, bigger the picture bullets is bisexual, cuz they hit niggas and bitches in a Deville with dubs in the back on a cell phone riffin I'm all of the above just listen (HOOK) (Verse 2) Yo, I'm a thug so I blow on weed get money like it grow on trees have all these hoes roll on E some of my niggas even stole on D's work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word I get 12 cowards hit, never givin a fuck 18's on the Coupe, deuce O's on the truck tell P hold the hammer while I handle the dice shoot him in his bandanna he aint gamblin right I need a 360 Medina, charcoal gray treat my guns like my dogs, let 'em bark all day in a three floor condo with the spiral stairs made it past the front desk, then the rifle's here I'm the motherfuckin big shot, I get down wit a 17, 16, 10 and a six shot fuck with Kiss get your wig rocked and if you're smart you'll bounce when my motherfuckin shit drop (HOOK) (Verse 3) Yo, I'm a pimp girl catch me at the bar with a bottle of Cuervo mami's rubbin my webo and this is what got me the ass honey said her drink was hot so I put my watch in her glass then she aint even wanna get breakfast she just wanna hop right up in the truck and get reckless top from the club all the way to the exit ask me her name, couldn't tell you if I guessed it my bitches don't know nothing, don't say nothing and they pay for everything, I don't pay nothing I'm a white tee pimp, fresh headband dirty denim, Timbaland, or a Nike pimp I like to eat shrimp, and I don't keep a broad long enough to love 'em now dog that's some deep shit cuz I don't believe in hoes explorin no matter how bad you are you gone in the mornin (HOOK) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
JadaKiss (talking)
Shut the door Bobby. You know why i dad to send the boys to come got you. Your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the fuck up. Yo bobby, come here i wanna tell you something. Come o- come over here, come over here, come over here... (kissing sound) Jadakiss (rapping) I got it now though baby... Uh, Mutha fukin' kiss of death nigga.. Lets go, J-A-D-A this is it right here, Kiss of death, just warn em' J-A-D-A, back by popular demand of the hood J-A-D-A WHat, brown skin rhaspy, one of a kind J-A-D-A, ah-ha! J to the (kissing noise) niggas know the voice of god. I'm just makin the kizar the chizamp is hizare they goin' haft ta get me at the top the gizame is mizine niggas this yizear whoever yall think can spit, i spit on em' (hacks up spit) to, Ah-Ha! JadaKiss (talking) We just sartin' this muthafuker Ruff Ryders, D-Block, Sright! Kiss of death muthafucka (kissing noise) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Sheek, Styles, Eve, Drag-On, Infa-Red & Cross)
(Drag-On) Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ("it's time I see you...) Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right? y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone wit two niggas downstairs wit ?licensed guns? to take y'all home scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life (nope) ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that nigga for no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day we make stones that say ? your moms labor day I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat the nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit (Cross) Y'all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don't play (let's go) I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way I aint the shit that you see that's on the top of your church I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse (Infa-Red) Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin (sorry) I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef so stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef (Eve) Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit we comin and you keep runnin you keep claimin you the best that done it pussy let me see somethin fake niggas screamin "Ryde or Die" same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry outta all the camps in this game, nigga we the champs in this game who kick the real shit before the fame fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas still play the hood while you ride past niggas coward trust me, we keep it gutter hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh "It's time I see you..." (Styles) Ayo, I aint got a care in the world Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girl and like, you aint got a care in the world I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun and I'm down for smokin blunts to the head my nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now I'm the nigga that they talk about goin to Chao and my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody if you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells the nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you pound (Sheek) What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4 I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation right in front of the radio station motherfuckers aint quiet til the tech go off arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit I'm the motherfuckin hardest I smack the shit out of any one of your artists whatever the label y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table and I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box before any of y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX What? Motherfuckers, c'mon (Jadakiss) Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest if you from the streets betrayal is worse than death and I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin but I'm real I could rock both phones in the island this is how we even the bets I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets everything got dubs on it, even the vets 50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets cuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin when they start hurtin, that means they workin only way we comin is hard industry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uh |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
*(jadakiss)*
yo its jay-da-kisssssssssssss an another one uh huh jus' bring it to em' eh yo what up ma? *(latin woman)* aya poppy, give it to me baby (jerking noises) *(jay)*ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh! *(door opens)* *(gangsta)* nigga what the fuck u doin! *(jada)*na yo what up, na it ain't like that homie *(gangsta)*what tha fuck u mean it ain't like that? (gunshots) *(jada)*thats what the fuck i mean nig yo yo yo yo emcee's catch cold feet when i hold heat creap to a low beat and kay slay like street sweep albums of 2000 poundin' muthafuckas like no more public housin' jada levelin' niggas to the groundin' buckin' in your spouse'n bringin' drama like osama and breakin' up thousands fuck the game the game wants us we clip so hard souls of our enemy's taunt us to pull more triggers fuckit i grab my gunz and buck'it like nas u gotta love'it when i touch it on the mic jada flow toughest remember that *(girls singing)* jada jada jada kiss where have u been and what is this? how many times have i told ya i'm not ya bitch if u like flirting with death, then here, go slit your wrists *(jadakiss)* bitch, fuck you. |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(Jadakiss)
This goes out to, all the infants in this cold world that was born addicted And to all the section eight kids Just remember these four words y'all - we gon' make it The government keep on tryin to fool us The system, keep on tryin to lose us And all we can do is keep buyin computers And (?) all now 'fore it start goin down We gotta hold our head, keep our pride Though it hurts when I see people sleep outside Little babies with no socks on, eatin popcorn We all know what they moms and they pops on Out go the love when the drugs come They never got nuttin for Christmas, and they ain't Muslim This is a jewel, a lot of us was them This is a jewel, a lot of us was them (Chorus: Ann Nesby) Your head to the sky.. my my, my You can win - you can win - if you keep your head As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky My my, my.. (Jadakiss) Uhh, to my lockdown niggaz keep your head in the sky To my shot down niggaz keep your head in the sky I don't know if it's better to ride, or better to die And that's why there's red in my eye Cause people don't know what the ghetto is like Either you make it out, or the terrible life I don't wanna be a broke bastard And everybody in the hood got somebody in they fam' with a coke habit You work for minimum wage I'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cage It's a risk I gotta take - and I'ma be the nigga with the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta state And even though I'm blessed with the gift I gotta move cause the pain and the sickness gotta wait I go extremely hard - why let up? And I can breathe long as I keep my head up (Chorus: Ann Nesby) Your head to the sky.. my my, my You can win - you can win - if you keep your head As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky My my, my.. (Jadakiss) Uhh, uhh - uh-huh, uhh - uh.. Aiyyo I come from a place where it's three strikes out And your life's on the line, so we iced out Summertime gettin money, three dice out Tanktops, and jean shorts, we Niked out Headbands, and four wheelers Jeeps and Coupes and convos, about who know more killers It's all wrong but it's all right It's a small world; matter fact it's a small life We all trip but the way to survive is hold your head and make sure you fall right And it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right back It's just like that And we tryin to touch major paper Everybody in the struggle it gets greater later Never say can't, it's better to try And you can breathe long as you keep your head in the sky (Ann Nesby) Don't you let nobody stop you, mm Heyy, heyyy, yeahhh! Chorus (Ann Nesby) Your head to the sky.. my my, my You can win - you can win - if you keep your head As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky My my, my.. x2 |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Jadakiss] Uhh.. uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Yo, yo, yo, yo Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery And I got every hood feelin me It's nuttin like when a thug get at you and spit thug literature Your fanbase wanna get rid of you Still in the hood doin it I don't know why I'm doin this, we don't eve move a lot of units But ain't no threats, don't stress me dog You gotta let me hear somethin to impress me dog When I spit I put rappers in line, then smack 'em around I got 'em all home practicin now You know 'Kiss be, icey hard and crispy The truck's manual but the Coupe is 6-B Listen I ain't never spit nonsense I'm from the street with a mean vocabulary contents Whoever you send I'll send back Y'all all been wack; 'Kiss is makin a strong impact C'mon [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (When 'Kiss, is spittin) They don't love you no more (When 'Kiss, is spittin) Things will never be the same a-gain (When 'Kiss, is spittin) Why they hatin on you [Jada] It's just like that, ha! (When 'Kiss, is spittin) [Jadakiss] Uh, uh, yo, yo Sinnin or not, I'm grinnin a lot, spendin a knot Dirty denim and a cinnamon fox Bitches'll follow, gangsters'll ride, gentlemen watch Buy the bar, leave drunk, shoot up the block You might hear 'Kiss spittin, but after the show You might hear clips spittin, we after your glow Things'll never be the same again When your frame get bent, link get worn, change get spent Confiscate your whip - you think you a player? I could confiscate your bitch, take her and slay her If a nigga nicer than me, then Christ is here You got somethin in the bank? Then the dice is here I could show you how to gamble your money, handle a gun But be a family man and go home to your son Light a candle where you stand, cause that's where you died And if you heard 'Kiss spittin, then you know it was won, uh [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Yo, yo Hey yo the voice got a lot of people heated, peep it The flow is like methadone - lot of people need it Seen it all happen before Feel like I'm still hustlin; cause the way I'm rappin is raw You could put your jewels on it You might just see me in the lightning pickup with the 22's on it The stakes'll cost you; understand one thing I do great field work plus I'ma boss too Loyalty is hard to come by Y'all know who the streets is run by, could only be one guy And that be who but 'Kiss, no security The burner and some niggaz that I grew up with And the brand new 911, fuck a dime With a fine eleven at stop signs I'm revvin And the flow is just so obnoxious As far as the Double R camp go, dawg I got this, c'mon now [Chorus w/o Jada (repeat 2X)] |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this
I'm takin it right there - they leave me no choice AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh (Verse One) She said she was a model for a year and a half And if she took her pins out, then her hair would drop down to her calf I knew her man, he was just up North and would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North Anyway I'm K-I-double All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble If you ready we could move, just lose your man or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance Or I might let you play in the garden Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin The estate got six locations Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation And I hate to brag I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out But in the mean time girl - knock yourself out (Chorus) Oh you modelin momma? (knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (knock yourself out) Oh you ready to move? (knock yourself out) Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourself out) Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourself out) Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourself out) Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourself out) Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out) (Verse Two) Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself Or you can get real freaky start poppin yourself And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time it's sorta like you watchin yourself, uhh Front if you want, I puff a few blunts and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma I'm runnin out of my patience Don't sleep wit me? Then don't speak wit me And neva talk bad bout niggaz that eat wit me (Chorus) (Verse Three) Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to leave Keep dancin, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill And you might win some, but you just lost one Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em like Lauryn Hill (Chorus) - (Fades) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Carl Thomas)
C'mon I need a good girl I need a good girl I need a good girl (Verse I) Eyes all chinky She be coming through in the new Cadillac Escalade on twinkies Ma got a perfect face, brilliant ass Her hands and her feet look like a mill in cash I love when I call and she still in class Instead of down in Bloomingdales stealing bags And you know ya man Jada shoot through the hood She look so good that the chickenheads can't hate her Ever seen a dime? she a hell-a one Still make her hop out and cop me a dutch, a vanilla one Taught her how to murda the highway Put her up on mean shoes like Roberto Cavale' Even though she look real ill in the Gucci Now you might catch her in Amilio Puchi Since she a good girl that attend college I don't let her give me brain I just let her give me knowledge (Hook 2X: Carl Thomas) She's a good, good, good, good girl Such a real fine lady and a lucky girl I don't want no nasty girl I don't want no nasty girl (Verse II) I'ma show you the kiss of life sorta like Sade G-class 5, the seats go sideways Wit the see-through roof, OOF! Rims so big they leave dents in the highway My good girl ride wit me She take over the wheel everytime I pull over to piss She shake it up in the club when I'm over them hips Waking up to the turkey bacon over the grits Orange juice and the newspaper over the clips Later on she gon hook up spaghetti She ain't worried 'bout Herm S shit she got it already She said she knew about the game cause her father was heavy Then she asked could she borrow the Chevy I could zoom in the jag She going shopping need room for the bags I sped off in the joint like it's Raspy's world Cause (I don't want no nasty girl) (Hook) (Verse III) She's a good girl, I love her for that She got mad dough, I love her for that Her moms is cool, I think her lil' brother a rat Everything else is straight though other than that She dont play no games, I love her for that Or hang wit no dames, I love her for that I told her roll for dolo, leave the chicks Attitude, reflex leadership And the sex is incredible, I love her for that How she fit me in her schedule, I love her for that And she like making love by the lake for hours Or just chillin' on the block, on a crate for hours This Jadakiss, and Timbaland This is Raspy's world And I don't want no nasty girl (Hook) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(STYLES)
IT'S SORTA LIKE THE HOLY TRINITY... I'MA SAY... I SAY IT'S LIKE THREE DIFFERENT GUNS YOU FUCKIN FAGGOTS GET SHOT THREE THREE DIFFERENT WAYS MATTER FACT,MAKE THAT SIX DIFFERENT WAYS GUN IN EACH HAND BITCH NONE OF Y'ALL BETTA (PRIMO SCRATCH TWICE)--JADAKISS--AIN'T NONE OF Y'ALL BETTA IF IT IS NAME IT WE'LL SQUASH YOU,ASAP,FEEL IT STYLES: ALL I KNOW NIGGAZ GIVE ME ALL MY DOUGH LIKE BOSTONS GEORGE HUMMIN THROUGH IT ALL MY BLOW RIGHT NOW I'M TRYNNA CHARTER A CHECK JADAKISS: THE |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
(Jadakiss) Aiyyo Swizz check it out I'm shoot over to Cali, yknahmsayin? Check this movie out Then I'ma check honey out Then I'ma fly back to N.Y., see what's goin on in the projects Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta See how it's goin down in the Dirty Dirty Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami.. (Chorus: Swizz Beatz) I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?) I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right) Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch - now I don't know, what you've been told But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (say what?) I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch (that's right) Down in Miami done seen my bitch - now I don't know, what you've been told (Jadakiss) But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch and do a movie but first I gotta read my script After that I get it poppin at the La Mentage I'm gettin skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch And she enjoy riffin when I'm gone but love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn (beep beep beep) I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch She go to college, she model, and she got chips Rock La Perla lingerie Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja' Now I don't know, what you've been told But 'Kiss be blowin they mind and spendin they dough And I'm goin on a lil' trip, I'll be back Anybody lookin for me, just tell 'em that I'm (Chorus) (Jadakiss) I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month to see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts We don't kiss; matter fact I only hit that once but she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts Then I'm swingin through Detroit to see my boo You think you got every color mink? She got two And she just slapped a hundred on the toy Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin money off the board Then I'm hittin Chi-Town, soon as it die down Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze.. .. music please (ahhh-hahhh!) Ahh, where was I? Oh yes Off to the Valley so I gotta go West My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex I hit her with a shirt on cause she got fake breasts, c'mon (Chorus) (Jadakiss) That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (yesss) She talkin shit on the celly like she that bitch (yesss) And this how you know it's definitely real When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love Top piece 'til I cum in her mug I'm tryin to leave and she givin me hell Told her bend over; I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell (BONG!) Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six And ain't nuttin stoppin Ja' I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch She got her own beauty salon, and she strip I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world The bitch perform; besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon (Chorus - 2X) (ad libs to fade) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
Turn the fuckin beat on!
Ha!! Yeah, we back! I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby! Cock-and-run to stay in the business Son of a bitch! Double R, look at me now motherf.. Two-thousand-and-one, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" - let's get it on! It's the J-A-D-A I got beef with the feds and the D-A I got footage of the game press replay I got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it easy And y'all scared I can tell but I'ma get Bucks like Milwaukee cause like +Sam+ I +Can-sell+ I'm that nigga y'all know that Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak And I spray threes so say cheese Already told you I'm lookin for enemies Double R so of course it's better I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters And we ride or d-i-e together Hook: Uh uh come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow You wanna know who the best is ask ya hoe The honies don't lie they love it And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it 'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit Get money just to walk through off the books So when you mention my name shit is off the hook Shirts is off, titties is out And you know if I'm there, hardest niggas in the city is out I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me When the lights get low I'ma burn you Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Gotta slay two or more, ma, is our motto And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow Hook (2x) (Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine You thought wrong change ya mind I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen and take over the town with a ruthless team New S-Type wagon, future green Gun heavy pants saggin I'm used to cream Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash Never did a day and got the jails on smash, K-I double I move the pedico quick, and just let the manteca bubble 'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do Now you can put 'em down if you want But soon as the hook come back put 'em up Hook (2x) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(Jadakiss)
Yoooo!! uh, uh-huh, uh Yo yo yo yo aiyyo Never will it stop Hanguns with double digit shots I move work on other niggas blocks Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch Body that man and let other niggas watch Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power Gotta kill him in the shower, hour Beats is knockin, hooks is rare Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer Like the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black Matter of fact, go get ya chrome Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh) Fuck what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now (Chorus: Nas (Jada)) Now gangstas live, gangstas die Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline nigga!) Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed Kill ya girl (Its principle nigga!) Sell ya crack, sell ya coke Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin nigga!) Grab ya nine, grab ya pound Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at niggaz!,wha) (Nas) We bravehearted, I had bitches tryin to posion me Niggaz who kilt loyalty Set me up, vested up my move accordingly I ducked icepicks and icesticks by cops who rookies Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy Niggaz killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm Burnin flag, plus its on the qu'ran, its on the bible Plus america cause that every car thats drivin Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face of my people I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo (Chorus) (Jadakiss) yo yo yo yo yo yo Think bout when I splatter ya mask(yea) My niggas is happy, ya momma is sad If ya niggas is riders, the drama will last If ya niggas is snitch, been judgin my ass They said I'm too famous to run So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun The realer the beef, the longer the clip Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist Call this girl after dark so we talked the bitch We aint care cause the whore wasnt shit Doll, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell I bring the heat like I'm satan itself Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war If'n the four, mackin a pump, actin I dump Throw you out the window then act like you jump (Chorus 2x) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Styles)
(Jadakiss) Uh, uh... Fuck... the.. frail shit Uh, cuz when my coke come in They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit (Styles) Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light (JK) Determined niggas make it Kickin down the door and we burnin niggas naked (SP) The house costs a million, sittin on the beach and the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it (JK) My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talkin money then you rubbin the spot (SP) Real niggas say that they be wildin We on the Caiman islands On a yacht wit our favorite albums (JK) a bad hoe and a plate of salmon Smokin and drinkin nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent (SP) I love my nigga for the fact that he real and nobody on the faculty squeal, what (JK) and if you facin capital pun, pass me a gun and I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh (HOOK 3X: Jadakiss) We gon make it we gon make it, we gon make it (JK) I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me In this case who's the loser (SP) ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teachin kids how to read and write and use the ruger (JK) Motherfuckin niggas is back, Jada and P We got water, (X, haze) Plus weight in the D and I'm tired of hearin about old niggas that had it and be the same old niggas that ratted (Who cares?) Talkin 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin back (SP) Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin that (Why?) Cuz they puss and they mans is lame (JK) We so for real in the hood we make candy rain (SP) I could easily send you to God (JK) But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job If you can't remember the name All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard... (HOOK) (JK) Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you bitch ass nigga That the hood won't miss you you bitch ass nigga Might find your man dead in the ocean (SP) He be aight though (JK) You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it til you try it first Be the young niggas eager to pull it but it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the eight and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now, put your face in the ground Cuz my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin in intensive my fellas is offensive Lucky cuz I got guns that crack your back but that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack and, niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel but we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal I'm comfortable far from home Eatin right, gettin good rest either on the far or the foam I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here and, y'all just talkin, I'm doin it well Jadakiss motherfucker I'ma see you in hell, what (HOOK) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Eightball, Fiend, Yung Wun)
(Fiend) WHOMP! WHOMP! (Chorus: Fiend) What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!) What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!) (Fiend) Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut (?) when you ballin on me Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin a home Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me (?) Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block Yes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks Hide the fun if you can't afford cops So ain't no tellin where your boy rots I employ Rotts that be wildin off the rocks Speak in fives - like gimme what you got And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X. We real raw - my dog collar signin with the R and R Fuck with me you blow up with your car, (?) (Yung Wun) How come I don't stop in this You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on You wanna war? Okay.. alright.. bring it on Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'ma leave you gaseous (uh-huh) I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it (woo!) You play the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BLAOW!) You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (nigga) You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets while finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawty while you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest And leave you dead in the party like soakin wet That's what happens when you flex In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life (Chorus - 2X) (Eightball) Yeah I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique nigga Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss nigga Dirty money - the only way for this nigga Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich nigga If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga We pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch nigga Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga Fuckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff nigga And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips nigga Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga (Jadakiss) Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightballs" and up You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties Bitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and if they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em This is for my South niggaz Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz LET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ Everybody gon' follow the bitches until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though What you ride for? What you die for? Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for (Chorus - 2X) |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, yeah, what, yeah, what
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Verse One: Jadakiss Yo this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya Better start lookin at things from my angle I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle Next to my name with a 10 or a 20 Now that's when you really can say you gettin money But right now all I do is sit back and listen To a wise young man who quickly became a rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and House with 2 kitchens, diamonds, plenty women Built-in pool to swim in But the plan is to start from the floor, and raise it up Then you hit'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales is cut Chorus: Black Rob Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Verse Two: Styles Time is money, money is power so I'm sour 22 feelin like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit Hanglide to the Alps with this fly chick Condo in Fresno with the lesbo And the honey that she hit know how to stretch blow They know that I'm Styles they respect the flow Why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him make a decimal Truth will set you free what will a lie do Niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high too Can't love the money like the niggaz beside you Cuz when the paper gone...you gon' slide too Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise While the world spins around they wanna stall they eyes Close they ears my nose makes me oppose my fear Cuz I can smell hell Before I sell rat I'll catch a shell farewell Niggaz will never tell Their man that I was pussy Unless they got a gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me Chorus Verse Three: Shiek I pray to God to promise me, before I see the pearly gates To let my whole team be straight, mansion no Section 8 Puttin' pressure so that I can make this bed Got 2 mattresses now all I need is the spread With like 4 pillows so my seeds can rest their heads You think platinum is enough, nah Sheek want more Tryin' to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store Italian cuisine, Linguin. while my diamonds like-SHING So when I move at night-time you might think it's light-NING Just throw me the ball once and I'll tell you no lie Shiek gonna show you money, like Jerry McGuire It's a thug thing, L.O.X. product thing, conducting Anything for chips while you sit and blab your lips In the restaurant taking tips while Sheek on trips Logos on our ships bustin' at the eclipse While im pissy, spittin' up Crissy in the water But you can do that for money, when 100's like a quarter... Chorus Verse Four: Black Rob This is to my AK tollas, money bill foldas Bambin soldiers, whips wit big motors On the low for years, the Feds can't decode us We bust rounds, all you gotta do is load us My night time prowlers, and grimmey after hours Karl Kani, Mumalo wear, Eddie Bauers Flippin cake niggaz, who strip and take niggaz Upstate niggaz, my Crystal Lake niggaz We gonna hold it down if we gotta shake niggaz And make niggaz do what we say, or break niggaz Survival of the fitist, it ain't me cause I did it Now you see me shinnin 2 mill with my diamonds And I owe it all to heart grimmin Don't mean i'm gonna stop climbin, 9-9, it's good timin I salute my thugs, who rock With the drugz and switch gunz, and pay 30 thou for the slum Make it happen, I swear to God if I don't make it rappin I'm clappin, extortin, and robbin niggz cribs and contactin Can I live... Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
(feat. Jadakiss, Styles & Roscoe)
(Pusha T Talking) No no no..... I told you.... I live this shit (echoing) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha (Pusha T) I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can, Fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green, more cash then ya seen With an Aston, it's green, me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about, Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out (Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line) Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I, Could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate (Roscoe P. Coldchain) I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how? What is it the return of the killer clown? You don't put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank Coldchian left that nigga stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you, That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men (Styles P) Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and, Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when (??) (Malice) Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I don't share no common bond, So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end, To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry) And with this in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit) My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact, I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
Artist: DJ Envy f/ J. Hood, The L.O.X. Album: Blok Party Vol. 1 Song: D Block [Sheek] Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block) {New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood} Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C'mon!} If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you {Yeah!} Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you I don't give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all) Or this music, y'all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!) I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh) Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game Y'all muh'fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch') I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit I'm the best out right now (all day) none of y'all want it (uh-uh) Like your album ain't shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive) FUCK what you drive, I'll see you in hell (uh-huh) Cause I ain't never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!} D-Block the label that'll pop it all Walk with me and I ain't puttin out nothin soft (c'mon) Even talkin to a bitch I'm thuggin her out (yeah) Sheek Luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP? [Chorus: Styles] I'ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade D-Block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave My gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz) Our weed smoke, our liquor Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker (D-Block!) It go down I'm bustin my nine witcha (D-Block!) I get knocked I'm doin my time witcha (D-Block!) For life my nigga I'd grind witcha [Jadakiss] I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it) Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right) Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA! We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it) Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh) Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you (you don't even know) The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!} And if the judge and the jury don't believe me Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!) They might hate but they ain't tryin to guard (uh-uh) And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin too hard Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God 'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West (D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what [Chorus] [J. Hood] Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh) I'm on top of my game like I'm standin on X-Box I'm tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it) I'm tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004 We got dimes and dubs of haze And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway I'm a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!) Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah) One out of either one'll lay you on your back So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out) Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup) And I know y'all ain't better than Hood, y'all niggaz liars Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire [Chorus] [DJ Envy] Yeah, the People's Choice, DJ Envy Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!) |
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from Bone Crusher - Never Scared (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from Bone Crusher - Never Scared (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from The Neptunes - The Neptunes Present... Clones (2003)
Well, hear dis
Original Dan die hearted dog heart Haffi put de old iron pon dem Me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Chop it Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo Saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys Perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger Sey dem a shotta dem a shotta, man a straight shoota An straighter den de guy weh clap Martin Luther For murda is a word weh some a dem only heard a Oonu tell dem a de Rappa Dappa Dan dem a falla Oonu tell dem Mr. Cat a DanceHall Emperor Oonu tell dem Rappa Dan a ram cance master An inna de dancehall a music me charged fa Sing Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 Sey de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem From New York City to de clock a Big Ben De whole world a shout de Rappa Dan come again Tell dem true gangsta never have no need fe pretend A bag a duppy men dem men deh send a Maypen So bad bull inna Pen a Man nuh fraid a none a dem Fa man a leaf, a root, a man, a branch an stem Car wha me luv sey dat a Mercedes Benz Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boy, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem |
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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(feat. Jadakiss)
[Drag talking] Yah, I'm back niggaz Ha Ha y'all don't think the kid gonna come back y'all crazy [Drag] I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hood My gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy wood Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted Y'all wanna be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face in Coughin up blood, I soften up thugs I make a nigga show me love or throw me slugs I'm in the club with groupies, and groups of threes So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon And I'm not no dancer, my moms got cancer So I aint celebrating shit, until these doctors get the answer Prolly never get a Grammy never get an Oscar But I got a twelve foot fish tank with Piranhas and Oscar's I aint gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who did I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team wining like the Lakers [Jadakiss] Fall back respect, learn how to love a nigga You only alive, on strength of another nigga I've been nice all my F'in life A big house I only slept in twice Rhymes so dope, that it should be kept in rice The mistakes I've made, shall be corrected in my second life Nigga I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the track And beat it up like I produced the track So another line bout a gun motherfucker And I'ma pass one to you, blast one through you You don't got adrenaline, ass run through you I run through cash, cash run through you I could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myself I don't know wuts worse a hate or a fag Double R D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team winin like the Lakers [Drag] I was hated by many, loved by few But respected by all, so fuck all y'all Y'all doubted my skills, I never relied on this deal I don't give a fuck what y'all feel, foreal foreal This rap shit is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugs I rather go do a jook's , to feed my thugs Cuz I could look through a nigga, like a glass shield See he aint real, my flow is like acid pills or pcp I'm like Morgan Freeman, the way I make tracks lean on me I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush Drugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushed Spring is back, along with Drag I juss coped a light jacket and the longest Jag I'm who you nigga love to hate, but glad I'm back Y'all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back [Chorus: x3] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) |
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from Honey (허니) [ost] (2004)
(Intro - Jadakiss & (Woman))
(Jadakiss) Hahah (Sheek) WHOOO!!! D-Block, Darkchild Uh huh, yeah Uh - yeah (Verse - Jadakiss) Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick I be on top of the snare, all over the kick Since a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap The purple start pushin my lungs back Been there, done that My words stick to you like thumb tacks Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany Hating, I can't get you bastards off me Fresh like I just took the plastic off me Me and streets is high school sweethearts And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this Want ya go and cop your father to this I possess the whole package - the girls, the thongs And there's something about me the world just loves D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name (Chorus - Jadakiss & (Woman) (2x)) (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop (Verse - Sheek Louch) Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy drop Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays D-Block what up? what's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black Thick shorty wanna hop on it I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back Got her job through a two way contact (Chorus - Sheek Louch & (Woman) (2x)) (S-H-E-E-K) Pulling it out, the guns'll pop (S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (S-H-E-E-K) The club'll band, the beat will knock (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stop (Verse - Sheek Louch) Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back But it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) Hey yo Kiss ((Jada:) what up Louch?) yo take it from there (Verse - Jadakiss) Raspy voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip bars They feel good when they go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready (S-H-E-E-K) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh (Chorus - Jadakiss & Sheek (Woman) (4x)) (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stopp (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stopp (J-A-D-A) (S-H-E-E-K) (D Block Dont Play) |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] Ayo this Cassidy and niggaz is not fuckin wit me man yea I'm talkin reckless but you gotta respect it its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta Kiss talk to 'em man [Jadakiss] yo, you know me K-I-S-S Kiss of Death LP soon come for ya, bless bless metalic green paint on the apala the S.S and I figured the more niggaz dead the less stress You love how I'm hurtin the track You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back hand to hand like I'm workin the sack and I work out on my arms, so I have no problem workin the mack (uh) neva been a toe steppa, side switcher a fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers hustled wit the best of dem did watever it took to make a quarter I charged niggaz to watch wrestlin I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface yall niggaz ain't ready yet YEA, NEW YORK IS MINE, PHILLY IS CASS HOLLA BACK [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed just coped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest I get scout, cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex but less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left breast go head, get ya beef on I let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothin but ya sneaks on but it don't matter cuz ya feets gonn now thats restin in peices so go meet Jesus You lil boys better ease up uz them dudes you think hot, will see Cass and then freeze up You wanna scrap? role ya sleeves up but, I'd rather squeeze cuz I ain't trynna fuck my trees up or wrinkle my dickie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me? cuz you dudes is haters and if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn LOSE YA PAPER [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Jadakiss] ayo, get it thru ya head it's no stoppin me nigga the "R" is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D all it take is a trey 8 and a mask nigga its Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin to blast if money was food yall niggaz be fastin and we stuffin our face, we eatin wit passion in the hood like we runnin numbers Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us [Cassidy] they runnin from us cuz they petrified I lift guns for the exercise and I spray like insectosides You bullz better recognize when the weapon rise You can catch slugs in ya chest thru ya vest and die You on some sucka shit so I'll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit I done paid my dews so I'll blow ya brains out and then feed it to ya seed like baby food [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jadakiss] Work wit me I wanna thank y'all fa comin out Tonight Dis iz sum reel' shit Ah--hah [Jadakiss] First things first When a nigga money ain't right That makes things worst Now he's just breathing he can barely manage And he's way past starvin He's really famished His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em And his baby moms startin to do her thing again She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Bengaltin If his money is right than maybe he can diss her But he can't, and niggaz is breakin his little sister His pops just past His mom use to be an occasional sniffer Then she started fuckin with the gas Dude use to be a star back then He had the benz CL something But he just turned his car back in Mad carrots pawned all his rings Took this thing next thing I know Money pawned all his bling Now he just like everybody With the same old plans That can't get over the hump With the same old grams They was on the block making fun of him He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em [Hook] Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe Me and B.I go man to man I know niggaz with an asshole Full of parole that go hand in hand Fuck hot thats humidity And you can't mix money with stupidity Even though I get my coke from Columbia My cars from Germany And my guns from Sicily Nothin personal but I was raised different Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different Give it to anybody fuck an age difference From those in the world to those in the ca**** Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ It ain't about being lyrical Cause when I get in the booth I make miracles and I ain't stared at you But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you And when you see me comin you know what is better to do [Hook] [Jadakiss] Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals And the only security I roll wit is my social It don't look decent It's like niggaz left they crew in the hood And went on the rode with the presint Had it up to here with this fake shit They don't even want a nigga to earn his Just give and take shit Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot Trust me this go around I will not have it I putin niggaz heads to bed like crapmadics How you think your man died More money than respect And it wasn't close it was by a landslide Listen my nigga your work is sloppy And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me If I don't don't do it with music I'ma do it wit poppy Just play the sideline and observe and watch me Let's go [Hook] |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
(Verse 1) Top of the food chain, It's just the way that I do things The dungaree seats in the blue Range I'm working with new change, a Gemini nigga with mood swings had the fiends looking for new things I stopped playin' with birds and stated playin' with words the money wasn't right, so I had to stay on the kerb And I'll be a player later. But for now Call me pootay 'Kiss, if not that? Montega Jada I kick hard bars and blow hard weed and be everywhere, 'cause I move at God's speed And my aim is to make y'all bleed Y'all got embarrassed in the class when the teacher used to make y'all read Uh-huh, Mind over matter And that's all good but fuck that My new shit is spine over bladder And everybody tryin'a get to the top, and that's all good too but right now - I'm on the ladder (Chorus) Look at you then, and (uh-huh) Look at you now. (yeah) Don't let this cold cold world,(uh-uhhh) Bring you down. (x2) (Verse 2) I know your queen got her eyes on me I got my eyes on your queen, The SMG is Heinekken green Mad thing is you know before long that we gon' get it on My kit costs thirty and ten to put it on No tints, windows clean - heavy Windex gears on the steering wheel, I shift 'em with my index Real life - it's just in another form Kiss Of Death, it's about to be another storm I'm a goddamn raging bull Stay out of jail by just tellin' myself the cage is full Got niggaz on the payroll, just to squeeze You're in no position to challenge my expertise They get a bonus if they leave you Old school - from the era of the 45's with the penny on the needle Boss of the bosses, so please don't violate or cross him Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses (Chorus x2) (Verse 3) Uh- Huh, You know thw word anger is just one letter short of the word danger, and I aint no stranger Never use a gat more than twice if you don't clean it and never say fuck something if you don't mean it And when it comes to life, the route you've been using thus far aint working right? Take the scenic Whatever faith you got, put in a crook Wanna hide something from a nigga? Put it in a book Trust me, this album, the vapour's gon' go around If you aint hot, you need paper to throw around Yeah, it's getting clearer every day When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say (Chorus x2) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
I'll be by your side (General) I'll always find a way I love you too much, to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by [VERSE 1:] (By your side) It makes me strong It gives me the strength to bang out and make these songs If I do it on the spot or if it takes me long they can't stop me Even if my breaks was on I'm still.. (By your side) I'm always here, nobody's perfect Life ain't always fair I used to not give a fuck I ain't always care when it's too hot for the hammer You know the hawk is right.. (By your side) Until you get to the car And you gotta get through the D before you get to the R If I don't get you today then I'ma get you tomorrow As soon as you come out your crib I'ma be right.. (By your side) Where I'm supposed to be Close to you, with the toast close to me And screw it if it's the right or wrong thing When you in the sight of that long thing You wish you had a strong team right.. (By your side) [CHORUS:] I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side (yeah, yeah) By your side (let's go) I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side [VERSE 2:] As long as you need me I'm down for whatever hommie as long as you feed me I pull the big joints out as long as the TV Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right.. (By your side) As soon as something happen to you Your n*****s would bounce and you thought they were scrappin' witcha you Now you cleanin' your cuts with peroxide And you wake up in the ER with the Doc right.. (By your side) Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right They puttin' food in you Your body's getting colder Devil on your shoulder And you Mom's in the room but you just wanna hold her.. (By your side) Nothin' but realness That's why everybody in the world could feel this I'm on top and ya'll under me So when it's over; if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be.. (By your side) [CHORUS:] I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side (yeah) By your side (let's go) I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side [VERSE 3:] Until they finish me off If they don't get us both you'll be sending me off And please just do me this favor Stick to our little plan And f*ck the money Just keep my little man.. (By your side) And show 'em there's hope And he gon' think he knows whats going But show him the ropes And if you bring him to the Gucci store Show him the loffs hood n*****s I'm just showing you growth But I'm still right.. (By your side) You know Kiss don't gotta aim his gun at you to be focused And if you broke now n***a when you see those chips Watch how many people come out of nowhere And try to be.. (By your side) The answer's plenty Cause when you handling business you can't be friendly And if you tryna stack something Can't be pennies Most likely grants and benggies And you better keep 'em.. (By your side) [CHORUS:] I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side By your side I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side By your side By your side By your side |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jada] Ah-ha! [Chorus] Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh) Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah) She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why Because they ain't gettin in with me (uh-uh) Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah, yeah) Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh) She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why (yeah) Because they ain't gettin in with me (yo) [Verse One: Jadakiss] You know me, I'm with a ghetto diva, stiletto fever Jell-o shots, yellow reefer Same rules apply, I'm back on top You can't drink or smoke if you not gon' pop See me in the popcorn drop, not gon' stop Takin shots of Catron, gettin top on yachts The medallion's a mountain, rock on rocks The whole world wanna know when this lock gon' drop Without a doubt, she acknowledge the wealth Since she ain't give brains, I told her let me get some knowledge of self Then I told her be proud of yourself and dig deep And try to see what you could get out of yourself After all that, I told her to fall back The Ferrari truck parked in the back is all black Next time, bring some friends and more 'gnac It depends how I feel in the morn' if I call back, what [Chorus] [Verse Two: Kanye West] Yeah, Kanye to the, yeah I'm with this bad Ethiopian chick, drinkin straight up liquor I told her I'm nigger-ian, a straight up nigga Now is it just me, or do them ugg's Have girls be lookin like sheepskin rugs Some rhyme with a name, some rhyme nameless Don't try to treat me like I AIN'T FAMOUS My apologies, are you into astrology Cause I'm, I'm tryin to make it to Uranus See that's a little Don Juan game All across your chest like Sean John name Niggaz tryin to figure out since Kan came Who the rookie of the year, me or LeBron James They say whoa, don't get caught up in the hype Ain't no tellin they gon' love you after tonight Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models Spend money 'til you broke, my nigga live your life! [Jada] Ah-ha! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jadakiss] Shorty gettin it in with me, 600 Benz with me She wanna spend with me, uhh She see me roll up the bud, then thug out the club Cause I got my mens with me, uhh She said she leavin her friends for me They ain't gettin in with her, cause she gon' bend for me, uhh Her tongue spin like a rim for me, do what she can for me Look like a ten for me, uhh Now shorty is out with me, usin her mouth for me She lookin out for me, uhh She said 'Kiss where you live, I said you see the Bridge when you step on the balcony, let's go [Chorus] [Jada] Ah-ha! |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Intro - Jadakiss] (Pharrell) AH-HA! (hot sauce to go) Light in the incense, backup And turn the lights off in the motherfucker! (Hot sauce to go) Right now! Please! Thank you, muah! Ahah-ha! (hot sauce to go) You know who it is! (Jada) The obvious is beautiful! (hot sauce to go) Marlvelous, I'm getting older [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! [Verse - Jadakiss] Yo, we gon hit something I'm cutting the rug wit love Or I'm on the wall pressed up against something You should let em know the boss is back So y'all niggas that went wood go get more shalack I see bowlegs backing it in I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch You know what's happenin then (what?) in And all I did was having a grin Off top let her know I ain't one of these dudes Rhyming to lose, naw ma I'm rapping to win Yeah! yes! They know the God be fresh I'm on that ass blowing purple on the washing set And even though I came wit thugs You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love' Uh! It's D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff And you wit the motherfucking Billionaire Boys Club! [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! [Verse - Jadakiss] Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and My wrists and my neck be gleamin Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce That's why I get to hop in a drop Porsche Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off She come through, take them rocks off And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for They heard about the work, it's as white as your Air Force Maybe it's the voice that the world got an ear for Most of these rappers, I just don't care for So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses We could do the damn thang, order the champagne Honey's Head of the State, and I'm running the Campaign If you coming, c'mon, if not I'm gone Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song! [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go [Verse - Jadakiss] Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking That ass like that, she could have the room stinking I - picked her up in the maroon Lincoln Blew her back out until the moon sank in Spend the profit, hold on the to the re Lock me up, hold on the to key I want you to wake up in the morning wit me I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Hot sauce watch out.. hot sauce to go Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
Got to Make you Understaaaand I wanna be your man, I want to be your man ! Hey ladies |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be (uh-huh) I got no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me (uh-uh) I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be (uh-huh) With no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah (uh, yeah) [VERSE 1: Jadakiss] Yo I don't go to church much but I need him a lot And the ryde is ruff that's why I got D on my block So you can't even get it less I give it to you hard And everybody don't get it then some niggas get a nod I done brung niggas shopping Brung niggas touring Those with high bails came home by the morning Kept niggas with Nikes on niggas lights on Not on no sucka shit trying to make it right for them Then you try to show 멷m shit The average nigga don't appreciate nothing so All that shit is over with Entourage light up more shooters than fighters People that's there to work stead is there to divide us No more royalties, loyal fees The less headaches it is More for me I'ma grown man It took me a minute to figure out My career is in my own hand [CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas Cause they ain't got love for me I'm going back to the way (uh-huh) The way I used to be (uh) With no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah [VERSE 2: Jadakiss] Yo, as far as the industry goes Everybody's a foe Only a friend when they want you to flow I done came straight off the plane into another mans session And spit pain and ain't charge him a thing Had to make my line of respect real thinner Started getting real hungry I needed a real dinner Sin whoever you want, I'm kissing them all Did a track with everybody except Mr. Shakur To me a plaque ain't nothing But some shit for the wall And I ain't hating on the people who got 멷m I got a lot of 멷m But I don't got the money they got So I ain't proud of 멷m I'm proud of me Cause only I can get the guts out of me (what) [CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me (uh) I'm going back to the way (uh-huh) The way I used to be (yeah) With no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah [VERSE 3: Jadakiss] Even though I'm strong The bullshit still be penetrating It ain't nothing personal ya'll I'm just ventilating It was starting to make me tense How I put a dent in the game And came back to make more dents More than one hand on the gun Just makes more prints The older I get The Bible starts to make more sense When I drive by and give you the horn I ain't flip, I'm just handling my business And keeping it going Instead of pieces, I'm getting the lumps for real for real And get a nigga ass like I did from the jump Cause usually a problem would help And you always gonna need somebody But all you got is yourself that's why [CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas Cause they ain't got love for me I'm going back to the way The way I used to be With no love for these niggas Cause they ain't got love for me yeah |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
JadaKiss (talking)
Shut the door Bobby. You know why i dad to send the boys to come got you. Your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the fuck up. Yo bobby, come here i wanna tell you something. Come o- come over here, come over here, come over here... (kissing sound) Jadakiss (rapping) I got it now though baby... Uh, Mutha fukin' kiss of death nigga.. Lets go, J-A-D-A this is it right here, Kiss of death, just warn em' J-A-D-A, back by popular demand of the hood J-A-D-A WHat, brown skin rhaspy, one of a kind J-A-D-A, ah-ha! J to the (kissing noise) niggas know the voice of god. I'm just makin the kizar the chizamp is hizare they goin' haft ta get me at the top the gizame is mizine niggas this yizear whoever yall think can spit, i spit on em' (hacks up spit) to, Ah-Ha! JadaKiss (talking) We just sartin' this muthafuker Ruff Ryders, D-Block, Sright! Kiss of death muthafucka (kissing noise) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
This should be played at high volume (aha) Preferably in a residential area [Jadakiss] Uh, I learnt the game I know what I want and I'm in it My time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute You look a nigga in the eye you can tell if he tinted These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks They act like it's all love only love is ya money So when over nigga are you a thug or a dummy I'm neither but I been hot so long it feels like I got a lifetime fever And I ain't gotta spit I could cough and still eat ya And fuck rap I make mills off reefer Im a man first tired of punchin niggaz So ima shoot niggaz cause my hands hurt And god I great guard your space One hand wash the other both wash the face And I head crack so much its hard to ace 38 revolver flow is hard to trace, wha (Chorus) [Styles P] (Jadakiss) Fuck that pop off till nuthin in the clip left (pop off) Till nobody in his click left (nobody) Holdin the head slash throw the split chest If they ask what happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nuttin left) Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that) Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-uh) If they ask wut happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Tell em kiss (thug kiss of death) [Jadakiss] Yea yo, this is lox ville and even white America Let y'all negro's that jadas got skills You a jackass like Johnny noxville So I can just imagine how your pops feel Damn, and you ain't worth my shell So you can just imagine how the ox feel Alotta niggaz is thousandaires Walkin round town frontin like they got mills For what its worth I'm one myself But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth Still might catch kiss in some hot wheels New Bentley coup wit the stock wheels Haha, look how I get back to it Send my young niggaz to do it in a black Buick I don't spit bars I distribute the crack fluid All I'm really waitins for niggaz to act stupid (Chorus) [Jadakiss] Yea yo, to all my real niggaz sorry for keeping you waitin Its ironic but the god was beefin wit satan I love y'all though my niggaz for even relatin This ain't kiss talking either I'm speakin for Jason When u a problem its to keep em from hatin Niggaz jaws is like laws so easy to break em Cause if I wasn't on some shit I'm getting on it Come to me wit your hand out I'm spittin on it I don't wanna hear what happened Madda fact I don't even care what happened Might as well declare the clappin Cause my bones is old I got a lot of wear and tear from scrappin Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit but always hear what happened The only thing better than money is respect No love this time nigga Kiss of death (Chorus) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Swizz Beatz] Swizz Beatz the monsta Real music (real music) let's go The hood's hot! (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot! (clap) The hood's hot! (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah) [Verse One: Jadakiss] Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home gon' double they money this year off my work alone So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it Nobody gotta know who did it Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at? Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off Lame niggaz cuffin them whack whores Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off Might lay it up, might not Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop The record don't sell then I still got light rocks Like wearin Timbs with Nike socks And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks [Swizz Beatz] Yeah, how y'all doin out there (Jada whattup nigga?) How y'all doin out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga) The hood's hot! (Thanks for invitin me on this track) The hood's hot! [Verse Two: Sheek Louch] Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin a Sprite Make big deals, get out on big bails Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha) Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn) With enough bars to open four jails If you don't know nigga, ask Madden How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan Shank up (yeah) niggaz leak enough blood to fill a motherfuckin H-2 tank up Getcha bank up (yeah) who you rank up Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo!) We done seen every John Woo flick So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch) Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt) Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done [Swizz Beatz] How y'all doin out there? (You know what they want right) How y'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy) The hood's hot! (So let that shit hit you) The hood's hot! [Verse Three: Sheek] Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt) We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah) You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed (no doubt) I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up [Jadakiss] Yeah, uh, yo I branched out, so you can get the deez In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors We pop loud guns nigga to stand out You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib Then we gon' go in your man's house Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin the amps out, what? [Swizz Beatz] How y'all doin out there? How y'all doin out there? The hood's hot! The hood's hot! |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin through the hood Playas watch me cos they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey! I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on Love to hate me cos you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin It's ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight's the night "shine shine shine" [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] I shine like Neptune, Venus, and Mars in yo face in yo state In and out of cars, in a state, with a date with one of my broads But you gotta leave that bitch before she gets your dick hard Thats what shinin about and when you get the hoe You can tear her linin out, what you whinin about? You in the presence of pimpin, I'm walkin while limpin And holdin on the drink that I'm sippin, I'm flippin the script and Im slidin while I'm dippin my whip in, out-of-traffic Its so drastic, boombastic, this shits a hit, Jadakiss matter fact nephew, this bitch is a classic pass this ayo locy loc' let's blow some dope better yet lets go for dough, hoe for hoe I'm so fa sho, and so low and sensational You know how I do it [Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood Playas watch me cuz they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin Its ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine "shine shine shine" The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight'sthe night "shine shine shine" [Verse 2 - DJ Quik] Now whats the haps on the bottle cap, I want a snow bunny "I'm Rick James bitch!" I got the show money and I ain't hatin for nothin, but it be so funny how cowards be wantin see me with my eyes and nose runny I got nouns and verbs while you got pounds of curbs and one of us got a place if we around the burbs I'm fittin like a lego block, you bullshittin while I'm sittin in an eight-o-drop, these suckaz tell me "keep it gangsta" But they don't know, when they ain't lookin I be hearin population control Then I'm lookin for a breezy with a whole lotta soul so I can have a malfunction in my wardrobe SIP! not the Jada with the smith It's the Jada with the fo' fifth, clutchin on the fifth With Snoop be in the front and his jewelry shinin all through his clothes and lil niggaz in the back on the low... but I still shine though! [Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood Playas watch me cuz they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin It's ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine "shine shine shine" The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight'sthe night "shine shine shine" [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] UH, Like a African diamond its deeper than rappin and rhymin Success happens with timin, over here I'm doin low with the punk When I'm over there I'm on the low low with my unc and all the bitches lookin for us But I ain't lookin for puss, right now ma' I'm lookin for cush And I'm strapped with the pound and house shoes, Khakis, T shirts Ah Uh ! Thats my surroundings, air force ones, jeans City lab a-fitted thats when I'm back in the town Don't get it confused I'm proud to be gone be home in a year with duffle bags out on the lawn So much money my niggaz keep countin it wrong So many hits I cant keep count of the songs and we still grindin, stainless still nine And y'all still hate but we still shinin lets go! [Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin through the hood Playas watch me cuz they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey I know I'm shinin, afresh pair of whities with a crispy T on Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin It's ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine "Shine shine shine" The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight'sthe night "Shine, shine, shine" |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
(JADAKISS) (STYLES P) Let's go Feds in the precinct lookin at our picture If rap don't work we gonna get it like Guy Fisher I was taught to ride with them niggas thatl die with ya Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya I shine You shine Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost Or the kiss of death n' Tubs still lift up So do the sink now Pablo escobar shit Buyin a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now [Chorus] J-A-D-A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, im that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is Comin for War On the average day we smoke about a quarter And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays so we drink a lot of water talk about you "so rich" nigga you "so bitch" that your parents probably think they got a daughter yeah we them boys that bring all the terror we persevered through all the errors lay niggas down with all barettas everything in the bag--chains, watches... ...all your leathers So you can act funny with yourselves I'm in the hood with dope Sacks is filled twenty after twelve A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys that remind you of dimes [Chorus] Hustlers, entreprenaurs Anything to do with the hood That's what we responsible for Battin you down Knifin you up Stompin your jaw Bail a nigga out for stealin something out on the tour And they makin technology to trya nd screw niggas I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left And controversy sells but it aint like death So pop him in the head til his brains start to fizz on him I aint sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him Waitin on the day they say jesus is gonna come So god bless yall niggas cuz im sneezing with my gun Ah-choo Bless you You aint D Block or Double R nigga No doubt imma stretch you Imma shoot back 10 feet Imma catch you Real brutal shit Make sure I snap your neck too SLR or the Aston Mar' Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin bars Iced out Or wear no ice at all 100 Gs on the dice game Life's a ball Listen up -- if you real get real estate We the best in the game, that aint a real debate And they never had AK's peelin face Cuz its written in the starts for us to seal your fate Time to skate [Chorus] |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jadakiss] uh-huh, real life shit na'mean True story Feel me, matter of fact Still feel me Uh yea, yo Past few years shit got so ill Kinda hard for the god to laugh through tears I went through something with momma, no drama something that came and went, real life karma My pop think his son is deserting em, its hurtin em Guess I gotta be the man, sit down & work with em My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug So I told him the money will never equal the love Listen I'm grown y'all, when it comes to my family it's never a problem It's only a phone call, the tend to take that and run with it So every other month I be on some new number shit They violated Stay again, Gus totaled the beamer & broke Kay leg again shhh, let us pray again and I ain't get enough of hanging in local bars yet Had to let the thang off, cross town in the projects All these rumors, shit I ain't get robbed yet Bitch ass niggaz ain't stop actin like broads yet And arm reach off a gun & a mask, somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash Still feel me, I hit the road try to get more grip It was cool til' a mutha fuckin tour bus flipped uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid Got caught up, then I put a court up Now The road the the riches is taking me longer It ain't kill yet so it makin me stronger I don't know if its the hate, frustration, or hunger The keep a nigga going, rappin for a reason Shit don't just don't happen, shit happen for a reason I'm that dude, like it or love it I do my thang in the hood, get right with a budget Ain't afraid to give my life to the public And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss How my 16's give you a visual I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he life off residuals But right now the game is pitiful niggaz is lonely, they need company cuz they miserable (Talking) Yeah, uh-huh shit it still real B That's why I want you to still feel me Still feel me, one I'm out |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jadakiss] Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And...it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and roll a dutch Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the Tech will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what [Chorus: Nate Dogg] The time to talk is up So bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground [Jadakiss] I know how to get my pairs off me They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbin your head Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them bricks Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin them nicks That's right, homey, you can't move me I ain't goin nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi I'm just waitin on a cue like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid, if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Aiyo, niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book with the documentary If you, can't do nothin other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you... But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Ya'll ain't fuckin with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up [chorus] |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
Let's go, uh huh. K-i-s-s- me.. Uh and I just wanna make.. Love, love, love .. Ya, I love it when you say.. K-i-s-s me.. Uh and I just wanna make.. Love, love, love.. A yo.. the crib got your friends working We travel to france for french curtains You was there when I was on the bench hurtin Now that I own my team Its only right that I condone my queen Try to show her my dream And I can't let her get lost now She carrys the money, the hammer, and material across town And understand she fine Understand she mine She understand the grind Cooks, clean, and irons And whatever shes wanna push I'ma cosign And if I ain't got it already than I'ma go find it I guess I'ma lucky don, and shes a lucky queen Cuz her jewerly box look likes lucky charms All color stones And she no that I'm in the hood But she also nows that I'm coming home Mr. raspy tho I was in love with money Till the first time we getting nasty K-i-s-s- me And I just wanna make Love, love, love I love it when you say K-i-s-s me And I just wanna make Love, love, love Uh yo, Whatever the road to paradise is we on it Gave you your income tax checks so I can get on with Those were the days these are the times You held me down with nearly damn near everything even my rhymes I will play a song for you And you will let me know exactly how the ladies will respond from a womens point of view And thats why my girl is with me I love it when she layin in the bed with a pearl long vickie The next best thing to a soldier Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers Just look in her eyes and tell she's real Just imagine the way she smell and the way she feel The sex was crazy then and crazy still And you know I'm from the streets so its crazy ill And we waiten on the new island We been to all them 4, 5 times come on mommy you whilin K-i-s-s- me And I just wanna make Love, love, love I love it when you say K-i-s-s me And I just wanna make Love, love, love When things was ruff only person I could call was you Now everything I do I do it all 4 you Come touch me, come kiss me, come love me neway you wanna boy N I'm hood as long as I'm close to you N we doing wut grown folks is suppose to do Come hold me, come feel me, come take me anyway you wanna baby A yo the money is great but what we got is more better We got the four letters when it comes from the heart its more pleasure And for the fact that you trust me still Thus far I appreciate what we build All the minks that I bought you That dragged the floor and all the night you sat up And bagged the roar Damn I'm thinking that you gotta hate it but yet and still you tolerate It thats y ma we gotta make it K-i-s-s- me Ya and I just wanna make Love, love, love Ya uh, I love it when you say K-i-s-s me Uh and I just wanna make Love, love, love |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Intro] [Jada] This is my livelyhood [Em] That you fuckin with [Jada] AhhhhH!!!! This is it right here baby Hahaha No more hatin in the world [Em] Haha [Jada] You know It's gonna be what its gonna be [Em] RUFF RYDERS [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Jadakiss] Place where ain't no body that proud, its a fuckin black cloud That got people under the impression they can act wild Workin around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo Wild men is flappin the whole town though Lot is assumin a niggaz salary More lies than truth definatly more rumors than reality Only way you beatin a body is a technicality Other than that catch em and clinton on a gallery The determination and dedication of disipline Listenin and catchin the jewels you was missin And they still doin coward shit You know the haters gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it Somethin in the air but the older they get They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick We don't play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say I'm exquisite Anytime you can pay us a visit [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the might mighty D Block A place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk Its D Block, the part of yonder where I wouldnt be caught Without two pistols on me that'll be cocked in each pocket D Block don't even stop to talk, you just keep walkin Stick up kids every block who walks with that free op- -Portunity, as soon as you leave out that jewelry shop And you won't even notice your mind will be so preo- -Ccupied on that new watch you just copped You won't even see that ride pull up along side you You'll be shot fore you even realize you were spied over three blocks D Block the place where gees get knocked, locked up Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked You don't even see cops, hiphop police don't even stop On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac And you can get popped over the new G Unit reboks [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got niggaz on the run And you rep where you from nigga you D Block And you try to come home and your pockets is light as a cup They don't give a fuck, you D Block Aiyo bang bang nigga, let's get it on Homies been a monster, but its worst now that my son been born And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free It's D Block mothafucka, ayo grab this P [Styles P] Welcome to D Block, a place where lil niggaz is killaz And the mother's raisin a son That turns into Gorillaz And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger More ignorant, you send us to jail, my niggaz shoot anything that'll move Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon I'd die the way I stand With my man if I can when the shells come This is D Block ya'll welcome [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Outro] Ruff Ryders! |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Intro] Ah-ha! [Chorus x2- Jadakiss] [Wow] What you so mad at now? Go get yourself a drink lets all get down Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 1- Jadakiss] Uh me and honey on the dance floor just flexin Till the neck on my white T start stretchin Liquor comin outta our paws and we sweatin But that ain't slowin us down, we still steppin Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle And blow a good splif, VIP is crowded but they all look stiff I'm well connected, I got wolves over there, and niggaz that Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin my 1 2 and shit She's shakin it, doin that St. Louis shit with her back in it So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it Why you want drama with me, I ain't gonna blast you Before I put the money on ya head I'ma ask you nigga [Chorus x2- Jadakiss] [Wow] What you so mad at now? Go get yourself a drink lets all get down Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 2- Jadakiss] Yo yo yo, I'm everything controversal, underground gangsta rap Slash commercial ya but still all it takes is a long dutch For me to get your wifey up out of a warm dutch As far as the funeral, you got it, its on us cuz niggaz ain't crazy They just armed us uh, so let me get another round Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down Haze'll have you feelin like you in another town Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy Might be doin the earl thing, ma its me, you and whoever ya girl bring Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing I got the trate pound hooked on my waist When they mention my name around other rappers, look in they face and say [Chorus x2- Jadakiss] [Wow] What you so mad at now? Go get yourself a drink lets all get down Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 3- Jadakiss] Can't knock a nigga that didnt make it, if you try Far as me though, my spot is celitified so when I hit my number I'ma hit it high and when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live Cuz I done been too nice for way too long They can't hold me back I'm way too strong Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what its gonna be We gettin it on I just wanna know [Outro x2] What you so mad at now Let's all get down Let's blow this pound We gon' hold it down |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
Aha It's dat real Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in dept And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine Why my niggaz ain't get that cake Why is a brother up North better than Jordan That ain't get that break Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly Why is rattin' at an all time high Why are you even alive Why they kill Tupac n' Chris Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Crist' Why them bullets have to hit that door Why did Kobe have to hit that raw Why he kiss that whore Why - All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they do me like that Why would niggaz push pounds and powder Why did bush knock down the towers Why you around them cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open your package and read your mail Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail Why you gotta do eighty- five percent of your time And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes Why a nigga always want what he can't have Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag Why did crack have to hit so hard Even though it's almost over Why niggaz can't get no jobs Why they come up wit the witness protection Why they let the terminator win the election Come on, pay attention Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they do me like that Uh, yea, yo Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it Why they didn't make the CL6 wit a clutch And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch Why rap, cause I need air time Why be on the curb wit a "while I" I need a bare sign Why all the young niggaz is dyin' Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit iron Why they ain't give us a cure for aids Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York Why you forcin' you to be hard Why ain't you a thug by choice Why the whole world love my voice Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son And you know why they made the new twenties Cause I got all my old ones That's why All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they do me like that |
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from Teedra Moses - Complex Simplicity (2004)
Oh cat daddy...
[Verse 1] Tell me what you know about, tell me what you know about (You and me 2gether) Loving, so sweet, no beef, just us 2 Tell me what you know about, tell me what you know about (Love through any weather) Fuss, fight, put you out, take you back cuz baby it's a (Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair) Tell me what you know about your man huggin' blocks, all night When he should be home huggin you.. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Tell me what you know about a hustle can do) To true love [Chorus] You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about breaking up and getting back 2gether You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about, what you know about love. Oh cat daddy.. [Verse 2] (But when the $ and the fame came) Could it really ever change, all you wanna do is grind. Why can't we spend some time. (You're unfaithful with my lovin') Oh.. and this $ don't mean nothing. We keep going round and round and baby it's a (Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair) Tell me what you know about your man Giving gifts to compensate for his shit Oh (Tell me if you what a hustle can do) I'm telling you, oh you'll never find [Chorus] You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about breaking up and getting back 2gether You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about, what you know about love. [Jadakiss] You doing some mean frontin' When I give you a token of my appreciation now it don't mean nothing I wouldn't call it hateful, it's ungrateful Ma I put you on the map molded and shaped you You supposed ti thug it out instead you buggin' out If that's what loves about I ain't with that If I didn't wanna be with you I would've just hit that And never call back That's my word don't forget that You know what never mind And it's always your fault never mind Pick a better line Cuz I don't know nothin bout us gettin back together again Boo never agin Maybe I shouldn't say never But in due time I hope I find something better [Chorus] You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about breaking up and getting back 2gether You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about, what you know about love. |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature So let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops (What's the definition of a lick?) Taking a niggaz shit (Hey put that on sumthin) I put that on The Click, The Click Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, it's called survival What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled (Well if uhh, we can just uhh) if 'if' was a fifth we'll all be drunk I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false We had a meetin, shit 'posed to been squashed I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit) And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted It's that bitch that killed ya Took all your money peeled ya Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton before you can hit the broccoli See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets It's just a part of the game he didn't feel Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgustedSome cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do Cold hearted bitches Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted I never trusted them bustas And it's them cold hearted nigga Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Dusted and disgusted [E-40] Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town) And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine try not to steal narcotics When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why the smoke be comin up out the chop, with my nigga 'Pac [2Pac] Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up Came all alone if it's on then it's on Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan Can't understand, but the things ain't the same You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain If you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool (These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart So a nigga get his money fucked with Almost in-laws) Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down What's gonna happen (Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin) (Yeah main, them hoes talented They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper) (Aight fuck it, what you say Mall? Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga) The California lifestyle that I live Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give a flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major And a bitch won't save ya so I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass Them hoes jacked that ass Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink) You love them Bootsy bitches, |
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from Mariah Carey 9집 - The Emancipation Of Mimi (2005)
Verse 1ohh...sweet love yeah [yeah]
I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t love you so I should have held on tight I never should have let you go I didn’t know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish I was lying to myself I couldn’t have fathomed I would ever be without your love Never imagined I’d be sitting Here beside myself Guess I didn’t know you Guess I didn’t know me But I thought I knew everything I never felt Pre-Chorus 1 The feeling that I’m feeling Now that I don’t hear your voice Or have your touch and kiss your lips Cause I don’t have a choice Oh what I wouldn’t give To have you lying by my side Right here cause baby Chorus 1 When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together Verse 2 I can’t sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack’s on the radio Singing to me “If You Think You’re Lonely Now” Wait a minute this is too deep [too deep] I gotta change the station So I turn the dial tryin’ to catch a break And then I hear Babyface “I Only Think Of You” and it’s breakin’ my heart I’m tryin’ to keep it together but I’m falling apart Pre-Chorus 2 I’m feeling all out of my element Throwing things, crying tryin’ To figure out where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain’t even half of what I’m feeling inside I need you, need you back in my life baby Chorus 2 When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together baby Outro When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together |
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from Mario - Turning Poing (2005)
Mmmm ..... Mmmmm.... Yeah....Mmmmm....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Mmmm...Yeah....Mmmm..... Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1:] Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt You don't believe his stories You know that they're all lies Bad as you are ,you stick around and I just don't know why If I was ya man (baby you) Never worry bout (what I do) I'd be coming home (back to you) Every night, doin' you right You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs) Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings) Baby you're a star (I just want to show you,you are) [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you [Verse 2:] Listen Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame Don't even know what you're worth Everywhere you go they stop and stare Cause you're bad and it shows From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know If I was ya man (baby you) Never worry bout (what I do) I'd be coming home (back to you) Every night doin' you right You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs) Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings) Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are) [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Ooh Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me.... [Bridge:] You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better) We should be together girl (baby) With me and you it's whatever girl, hey! So can we make this thing ours? [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you [repeat til it ends (about 3 times)] [Mario (talking):] Let me love you that's all you need baby |
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