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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
ard my man Luca was out
I guess he's... BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Now I'm "Back A-gain", just like flash was Bad like Shaft was, react like Cassius... Clay did in the ring with his back up... Against the ropes, jab, jab, back up It's all for what, it's all for us, all for bucks You chumps remind me of Mister Softee chucks Icey niggaz, banana boat milkshake ice cream niggaz I don't like these niggaz, nope I pop shots, hot glocks, shoot through vans too Oh-Bob-bobalo-bamboo, move And I'm fo' really with the milly-o Leave many wholes like the cereal Cheerios You into funny money, I'm rakin' in silly do' The type that don't really fold, just sittin' there and gettin' old I got the game ina loop kid, kinda like Snoop did It's more than me, it's more than the music I'm.... BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way (Verse) Come through new coup Z Three plus fitty, me plus Jimmy Speed up slow, ease up quickly Yeah we puff really, yeah we just silly Puddy-buddies yeah he just kills me, shit And I'm sick in the mind They don't understand this trife style lifestyle Live in a mine, but still I'm "Back A-Gain" BAck with my 45, Cadillac that my shorty drives Maggy-mackin' my shorty's live "Back A-Gain" Straight from 4-45, West 53 in Amsterdam Also known as Gramsterdam, way before the Santana man Long time ago, way before the bandana, damn Young scrammy scram on the block hand to hand Hard I was slangin' it, straight Leron James with it No big star, no big car One big rock, one big block, I'll go far BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way Now this has been one hell of a year This has been one hell of a ride, I'm tellin' you guys They'd thought we'd never survive, Jeky'll and Hyde Or the great american pie, weapons collide Dead or alive, left with no choice but to um, better our lives Get up and strive, but um, get up and roll, get up ya know Get up and go, these motherfuckers ain't lettin' us go So we get up and take it, get up and make it happen for us Nobody can gt up and take this In rappin' we trust, gat packin's a must It's part of my nature, part of my wake up Part of my waist yup, pardon my waist chump For this part of my waist chump, come part in of your face, yup It's Santana, part of the great stuff Fo really man, pardon I'm great chump BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
I Made You!
Yes I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 ain't gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta You at what you niggas made Ain't that a bitch Created a monster Kicked me outta G-Unit Put me in converse Matter of fact give me a dick Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit Gimme a pen So I can be the hardest in the click Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips So I can talk about ya faggot Niggas aint no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood I need a get away car you can put it on dubs Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds Gimme muscles like 50 Gimme Yayo hands Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance Who movin? You singing? Nigga gimme ya fans Gimme a tattoo tear Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo) Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move. Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta! Rolling through Connecticut In a stolen mini-van Stop at his house I dont see many men Matter of fact I dont see any men One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans? Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan Same shit same snitch You know how it goes I smell a rat even if you take off my nose And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked Next time when the lights go out I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out I made you I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! Yes I Made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! I Made you! I Made You! Mr Potato Head I Made you! Theres no batteries in my back I show you Niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 aint gangsta Lloyd Banks aint gangsta Yayo aint gangsta Young Buck you know you aint gangsta (Phat Rat talks) G-G-G-G-G.... NOT! You bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E-A-L nigga! Real nigga Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER! You punk mother fucker I'm still taking heat from my niggas For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga You somebodys son You bitch ass Nigga I'ma catch up to your ass nigga Muscle mouth ass bitch Thats alright though nigga G-U-Not nigga This is black wall street nigga Tell me where you at Thats all we need to know nigga Cus this is real nigga This is the streets nigga Brazil & Wilmington nigga In case you didn't know nigga Thats right in the heart of COMPTON You Bitch ass nigga And Olivia Get that mother fucking lil' ass red Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video Everybody can you see your balls bitch ' The fuck is wrong with you My Niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga Ima fuck you up nigga It's your fault 50 Snitch This is Phat Rat nigga In case you forgot nigga Double! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I kill who is my enemy I don't give a fuck If you talk shit I make you a follower yeah You crack me up kid Your stupid I'm much more agile then ever Got more style so yo whatever Whatever Whatever (Echoes) |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
I don't feel the suns comin' out today
its staying in, its gonna find another way. As I sit here in this misery, I don't think I'll ever see the sun from here. And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say, Hey look at him! I'll never live that way. But that's okay they're just afraid to change. When you feel your life ain't worth living you've got to stand up and take a look around you then a look way up to the sky. And when your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die. And as we all play parts of tomorrow, some ways will work and other ways we'll play. But I know we all can't stay here forever, so I want to write my words on the face of today. and then they'll paint it And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and they'll say, Hey look at him and where he is these days. When life is hard, you have to change. |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Tick, tock (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Tick, tock (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Get on the grind like clockwork Move that behind like clockwork Keep it coming on time like clockwork Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty) You hear the sounds of the tick (tick) You hear the sounds of the tock (tock) You hear the sounds of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) Move to the sound of the tick (tick) Move to the sound of the tock (tock) Move to the sound of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) yep yep Now lemme see you get that block work rolling Lemme see you get that clockwork going Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing All day and all night Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling Or that clock, stop, going Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay Homie, get on the grind like clockwork Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork Shorty You ain't gettin' off the hook that easy Lemme see that clockwork She said look that's easy Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay Shorty, move that behind like clockwork And spin around to the sound of how the clock work [Chorus] You hear the sounds of the tick (tick) You hear the sounds of the tock (tock) You hear the sounds of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) Move to the sound of the tick (tick) Move to the sound of the tock (tock) Move to the sound of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) yep yep Get on the grind like clockwork Move that behind like clockwork Keep it coming on time like clockwork Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty) The grind on paper chase The block on day to day Listen, I'm always ticking Like the clock on Flava Flav I could Give cock, and don't stop giving So can you Wink wop, and don't stop whipping And just Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock) Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty, Ay, do what you gotta do for that clockwork Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie) Ay, teach him how to mix that pot work Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork Listen Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY That's what I call clockwork for ya Holla at me, I got work for ya AY [Chorus] [Outro] I mean nigga If you gettin' money That's clockwork If you hustlin', that's clockwork Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork Holla at me AY DipSet |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Child]
Daddy? [baby cries] Daddy? [slight echo] [Juelz Santana] Daddy? (just to hear you breathing) Damn man this shits crazy Got a little son now, little me Runnin around, its crazy I'd do anything man, do anything Life is precious, remember that. And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [verse 1] I just had a newborn, Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong, I'm happy now, ima daddy now, I gotta be there, I ain't get to see my daddy around, We ain't never get to ball out kid, I was young, the game caught him before I did, but Back to you son, as for you son, I'd do any and everything, that's the truth son, From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough to dirty your nikes up, I'm your clean up man, You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung, Reach for the phone, call me up son, Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you, I'll bury a block for you, I'll let go every shot for you, and I'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's hit [chorus] I gotta little boy to look after, I gotta little boy to look after, [said] I gotta little boy to look after, And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2] [verse 2] Everyday I look in your face, I sit back and I smile, Look at his face, its just like mine, wow, Damn, this kid shines, Authority and prioritys, this kids mine, so, That means I gotta beat him if I have to, Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth, Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight, No screws loose, no loose screws, Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect, Cause when you gone, boy that's all you got left, You ever get craze for candy, don't take a strangers candy, Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candys, I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider, But most of all I'm your father and I'm just looking out for you, When there's a problem, man I'm just looking out for you, I'm not talking man, I'm just pulling out for you, The ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you, And what I'm about to do, you shouldn't go out and do, You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom, Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong, [chorus] I gotta little boy to look after, I gotta little boy to look after, [said] I gotta little boy to look after, And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2] [verse 3] I raise you up in the sky, like behold, The only thing greater then I, YOU, my greatest achievement, F*** a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it, Without you I can't make or succeed s***, I can't think, I can't wake up and eat s***, You the reason, that I'm breathin, And I will stop at any moment to see this, child live a better life, Wow its a better life, but you better throw down if you ever fight, Like Rocky do, don't be no punk when its time to get up and put on your boxing shoes, You lace em up tight, you fall, get up fight, You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights, Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours, So you just keep handling yours. [chorus] I gotta little boy to look after, I gotta little boy to look after, [said] I gotta little boy to look after, And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2] |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Hang with gangs, that hang and bang Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang Damn, it's new the game done changed I got a whole selection, a whole collection A ho selection of my ho collection And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin' Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww) Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother... And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww) Go,it's your birthday Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Jump, stomp, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAY I'm lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them Four-fos and glocks and them They the paparrazi, they the livest posses Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it Oops, squirt it, squirt Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky Killa, you already know what it is My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man Diplomat Records man |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Hang with gangs, that hang and bang Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang Damn, it's new the game done changed I got a whole selection, a whole collection A ho selection of my ho collection And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin' Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww) Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother... And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww) Go,it's your birthday Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Jump, stomp, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAY I'm lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them Four-fos and glocks and them They the paparrazi, they the livest posses Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it Oops, squirt it, squirt Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky Killa, you already know what it is My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man Diplomat Records man |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Verse 1:
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock, You souped up, think I'm easy to touch, Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack Chorus: Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz Verse 2: I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet Chorus 2x Verse 3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch CEO joint bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you know so you get it right I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z first day, and his first deal leased his first beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, walk out the rusty car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all little men, I be Un man ??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim And yall can't see these flows, If you wanna be stars see the CEO chorus |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Uh, Santana, let's do it Yeah, DipSet Man where ever I go, I hold it down I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down) These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down) I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down) I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league When he first came in, it's (Going down) I know you mad, my career's blowing up Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down) Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down) I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down) I need be out by the morning Man the police need me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down) Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it Look I succeded, it's (Going down) Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down) Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) Now look, I'm back stronger than ever Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down) Man we could get it on, it's whatever The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down) Got a new chick, badder than ever Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down) No bud, no kiss, no hug No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down) Yeah, that's my kind of baby That's my kind of lady it's (Going down) And the purse, you might find a eighty Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down) And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down) Got another thing coming, not a baby but a believe me I done it (Going down) Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how Ya beautiful child it's (Going down) Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child Still shooting the pound it's (Going down) Gotta survive, manuever through towns Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down) Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down) Only question is, will I get caught Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down) No they won't, man I'ma survivor Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down) You might catch me, crossing the border Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down) I caught 'em swimming, north of the border Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down) Going down Going down Going down Going down |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Uh, Santana, let's do it Yeah, DipSet Man where ever I go, I hold it down I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down) These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down) I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down) I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league When he first came in, it's (Going down) I know you mad, my career's blowing up Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down) Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down) I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down) I need be out by the morning Man the police need me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down) Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it Look I succeded, it's (Going down) Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down) Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) Now look, I'm back stronger than ever Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down) Man we could get it on, it's whatever The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down) Got a new chick, badder than ever Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down) No bud, no kiss, no hug No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down) Yeah, that's my kind of baby That's my kind of lady it's (Going down) And the purse, you might find a eighty Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down) And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down) Got another thing coming, not a baby but a believe me I done it (Going down) Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how Ya beautiful child it's (Going down) Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child Still shooting the pound it's (Going down) Gotta survive, manuever through towns Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down) Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down) Only question is, will I get caught Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down) No they won't, man I'ma survivor Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down) You might catch me, crossing the border Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down) I caught 'em swimming, north of the border Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down) Going down Going down Going down Going down |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
Cold sweats from bad dreams
I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life and so we ball out major Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride And due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nike Boy, you talk about my life here Fuck wit OG's that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge Poured off Bentley, looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a shark on land Neiman Marcus edition, contraband Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and Five thousand spent on pants, man Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks I see you clear, my antennas is up And that hand-scale is still in my pocket What you want? Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well, come meet the man that's stamping them bricks Fly wit' the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt Your corpse, flies will emerge Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster And now do you wanna ride or die? Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky I'm drunk staring be, I need therapy The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar And it'll all come back, like grams of the hard You heard of us, the murders, the most shady Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing They try to catch me out of bounds They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town A thug changes and love changes And since 9 11, the price of the drugs changes Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
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Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Do you like to get freaky freaky? Do you to get kinky kinky? (Yeah, I like to get freaky, freaky) (Yeah, I like to get kinky, kinky) Do ya Good I get the boat rockin' (yeah) Good let's get the boat rockin' (yeah) Good we got the boat rockin' (yeah) Good lets get keep the boat rockin' Now how many chicks in this bitch like dick? Well how many dudes in this room like pune? Holy moly the rap Goldie Oh he back put up yours now clap That, that's the sound I like to hear That, that's the bounce I like to hear Now grab a chick and get freaky Whisper at her, are you kinky And if she tell you yes Found another chick that tell you yes and bail for sex I bet that will be freaky (Yeah that will be kinky) (yea) Tap it up slap it up flip it rub it down don't forget to wrap it up Then tell shorty to back it up Just like a truck that's backing up (yeah) (aye!) [Chorus] Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Mami take your pick who you leavin' with huh? Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with huh? Now guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house Front get punched in your mothafuckin' mouth But I ain't come for that dear baby Tell me you had a pap smear lately (huh?) Ill be your check up guy Check up low check up high Check out bye bye then I'm gone like the wind Find a sucka spend all night with him I just wanna do the nasty withcha withcha Not download a nasty picture picture 'cause I don't know about the internet I just how much I'm into sex (yea) What's poppin' withcha is you tryin' to get it poppin sista No shrimp no lobster dish (uh huh) Just lots of dick (huh) [Chorus] Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Mami take your pick who you leavin' with huh? Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with huh? |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
Guess what
I'm back A yes Santana dip, set, bitch You know, you know We say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump No thanks to you We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump No thanks to you (You) From the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit Gangsta niggas (Come) Gangsta bitches (Come) Get on up,get gangsta with us (Umm) Or should I say, get gangsta with me I gangsta boogie through this gangsta city (Watch me) Get dough, hit hoes, quick froze, big 4, get low 'Fore I bang at you (Watch me) Pitch flow, big blow, big bank, big rolls You know, no thanks to you (You) And shorty you can catch me stunt (Stunt) Off the weed yup (Yup) Screamin' "Hi, my name is!" These nuts (Nuts) G's up (Up) Hoe's down That's how it's been How it is and how it goes down (So) From my young G's wit the clip and the Black 5th (Come) For my OG's wit the pik with the Black Fist (Come, umm) This gangsta shit Full blown gangsta shit You know gangsta shit, aye We say G'd up, we make these bucks We make things jump No thanks to you We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs We make things jump No thanks to you (You) From the beat to the boogie to the street to the hoodie This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit Check it now don't you wanna be like us Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) Now don't you wanna be like us Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) Pop, pop, pop it like its hot (Hot) Like snoop said Drop, drop it like it's hot (Hot) Which one of y'all want ya couchie rubbed I'm fucked up and I'm lookin' for some groupie love (Yes) Y'all hoe's know why I'm here And it's not to send y'all bottles and buy y'all beer (Come) I might send over some eye contact (Come) And let you know I'm tryin' to hop on that (Umm) And if you send back the eye contact Then I know it's time to go to the pop off shack I'm a gangsta, I like to do gangsta shit Like Umm Gangsta boogie wit my gangsta bitch (So come) Gangsta boogie with a gangsta bitch Come see how the gangsta's live (Come, umm) And you'll see it ain't no fronts or tellin' lies This gangsta shit here must be televised We say G'd up, we make these bucks We make things jump No thanks to you We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs We make things jump No thanks to you (You) From the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit Check it now don't you wanna be like us? Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) Now don't you wanna be like us? Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Juelz]
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle And some situations end in death And death is a mothafucka ya dig [Juelz] Old timer want the block back, stop that You been gone too long the young nigga said Lord knows, what's goin through this young niggaz head As the old timer stood and grilled him Pissed off, shorty looked at his man Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him Shorty in deep, but hew don't care But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair There he go, postin on his strip again Toast on him, niggaz wit 'em, posted on his shit again (Uh-Oh) He actin like it can't and it won't happen Old timer bout to blow dust off that old cabinet (Thats,that's,Thats) Where dem guns is kept These young niggaz better show some respect (respect) I'll Teach 'em a lesson, he said to his self As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty wit But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty Shorty phone ring, somebody called him Somebody warned him, he's comin he's comin Shorty replied, somebody stall him Then he crept up wit his goons and guns Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come [Chorus] They say hell is hot,but is heaven cold Know one ever knows til you Gone, gone, gone And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place Or do you jus float up and fade Away,away,away,away, like a bird when its headed towards the sky (huh, huh) Or do you just die (huh huh) Or do you just perish from the earth and its over [Juelz] Baddest bitch up on the block Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock She fuck wit Tony don't she (don't she) Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's Bien watched by police, feds Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin She jus think she got a dude wit a pension She don't know dis dude is a henchman And he move on dudes wit the cruelest intensions All she know she got a brand new benz And its big enough for her and all her brand new friends (Damn) There she go, all through the street wit it Dude in and outta towen, she all through the street wit it We all know the street talk, we all know the street missin Next thing she's missin....(music stops, phone rings twice) "Hello", "Ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead" Damn,she in deep shit, and she did nothin I betchu she ain't see dis comin, but he did Cause he did nothin, he ain't pay (pay) He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay He got a wife and a kid, back home And he don't care about the life that she live (Damn) Now that's wrong (wrong) But the story ain't over it drags on (aw man what happened next) They wind up beating her down Breathless, he winds up fleein the town (til the next bitch) [Chorus] [Juelz] And um, I say that to say this, alotta people don't appreciate life til their gone I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig Jus don't be one of them people I'm talkin bout, ya know.... |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
You know me, yea u niggas know me Been searching for good times man, can't seem to find none. Must be lost, We'll get em back though. <i>[Chorus x2]</i> I look around, like where the good times at? I'm just tryin to bring the good times back. <i>[verse 1]</i> DO you remember? Them good ol' things, Tag, skully, them good ol'games. Yea, those were the good ol' days, every hustler had good cocaine. Remba new now? That good ol' grease, for them good ol' waves, remba that good ol' fade? Remba that good ol' brush, that you kept in your back pocket, after that good ol' cut. Remba them good ol' block parties and cookouts, everybody on the block partyin and cookout. Nobody get shot during the cookout. Mayb a fight niggas box during the cookout. Niggas laugh, shout, during the cookout. Damn! How you get knocked out during the cookout? Remba ya good ol fam, that one dude you could count on ya good ol man? (my nigga) Remba that good ol jam? That drove u crazy, make u jus wanna hold cha lady (come here baby) Remba goin to that good ol flick, witcha good ol chick, and it didnt make u a trick? Remba waitin for them good ol holidays? Broke or not they was good ol holidays. As long as u had ur good on aunti, ur good ol nanny, your good ol family. Yep! <i>[Chorus]</i> Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? <i>[x3]</i> Do you remember, them good ol nites? Smokin, drikin them good ol dice. To the deuce u rolled twice, Ace, damn gotta pay that good ol price. Remba them ol "yo MtV raps" man, i hope they bring yo mtv back. Remba Walkin through them good ol streets, new...MJ's on ya good ol feet? Remba, that good ol chain u used to wear, u aint know if it was fake you didnt care. Remba? taht good ol money you got that knot with the good ol 20 on top. Do ya? remba those good things, remba those hood thangs, remba feelin those hood pains? Remba those good ol friends u used to have? Pitch for u, those good ol friend taht made you laugh? Remba, the time you shared with the ones you loved? lost, the one above? Remba all the thing u wanted to be? Doctor, Lawyer, knew at least one you could be. Remba that good ol dream u used to have? Similar to the one Dr. King used to have. Remba everything about those good ol days, that make you say the good ol's changed. <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? <i>[x4]</i> |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me That's how I feel.. Okay it's Santana, I'm back again You know what man? What? What? This is... Yea You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope) A piece, a part, a hamstring about me The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home) So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to Being the black Lagrosta Nostra Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother We are the Dip family, get a grip family Nothin alive can divide this family So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh) The game itself don't notice your stress You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No) That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent Fuck what ya think nigga Cause this is.. Niggaz know me |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Santana talking]
W-what is this, this sound like some graveyard s*** Well that's what the f*** they gon need Cause I'mma bury these niggas this time around [Verse 1] Who better than me, you better than me S*** you never will see if you dead and deceased Keep two', lead, and the piece and I'm busting it off right Leave a trail of smoke like a f***ing exhaust pipe Took the coke up out the stash cause they know about the stash Now I'm like swallow these dope up in the bags Coke up in the bags, yeah sown up in the bags I do my chicks like Ludacris blow it out your a** I'm a mean pimp you know what I mean pimp Four hoes on each strip all bringing me chips Futuristic, so when I'm gon they gon have to do balistics Just to prove I'm this sick You n***as need to be spank by your mami For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be You get that short late waist pack money I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring it here now! [Chorus 2x] Touch the coke, touch the pot, add the soda what you got ME! I am what I am I be what I be and that you will see I AM CRACK!! [Verse 2] Who want it with I you want it with I I'll shoot one of ya eyes You'll lose one of ya eyes I'll jam move and slump ya Leave your body in ranch cuckamonga with ants moving under My flows so in order I can turn soap and water to ocean water and float the border You never will be what I forever will be Your tombstone never will read we buried a G nope!! I'm so mean and nice with the things I write Jesus might say Jesus Christ It's only rap so why y'all trying to hold me back Like y'all ain't ask for to owe me back I'M HERE! My peoples play and sling cocaine More than Billy Blanco from Carliton's Way So you can find me on the streets okay With that big f***ing piece okay [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Too dope for this but you won't admit So my two's smoking spit make you choke on spit You ever seen a man gag and gargle Sound like a new born trying to ask for bottles They like cut it out you slacking But I bust it out in rapping Can you name a n***a better without me busting out in laughing? N***a you couldn't spit enough to get at me I'll stretch ya for extracurricular activity I'm more macing than grace is when I say s*** You should say amen after my name kid Yes this is that of greatest You should say amen after this statement [Chorus 2x] |
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from Juelz Santana - Final Destination (2004)
(Juelz Santana)
Yo who that (Ja) Me,it's Ja (Juelz Santana) Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin (Ja) What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right (Juelz Santana) Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good (Ja) It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph (Juelz Santana) What, she asked for my autograph in the class (Ja) I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that (Juelz Santana) you crazy man say word (Ja) word (Juelz Santana) you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that (Ja) I said a dipset bitch (Juelz Santana) a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least (Ja) you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school (Juelz Santana) word (Ja) not cause you that nigga (Juelz Santana) why (Ja) but bacause im that nigga you all i talk about (Juelz Santana) that's what's up that's what's up (Ja) some of the kids can hardly talk (Juelz Santana) yeah word (Ja) there fore you gotta make it happen know what im talkin bout (Juelz Santana) yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know (Ja) word uncle Ju Ju (Juelz Santana) yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean (Ja) that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight (Juelz Santana) aight (Ja) other than that I just wanna tell you I love you (Juelz Santana) aww i love you too man (Ja) wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go (Juelz Santana rapping) Now that I've got your attention (Repeat x5) Im what the games been missing What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in Im what the games been missing |
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(Juelz Santana)
Yo who that (Ja) Me,it's Ja (Juelz Santana) Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin (Ja) What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right (Juelz Santana) Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good (Ja) It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph (Juelz Santana) What, she asked for my autograph in the class (Ja) I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that (Juelz Santana) you crazy man say word (Ja) word (Juelz Santana) you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that (Ja) I said a dipset bitch (Juelz Santana) a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least (Ja) you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school (Juelz Santana) word (Ja) not cause you that nigga (Juelz Santana) why (Ja) but bacause im that nigga you all i talk about (Juelz Santana) that's what's up that's what's up (Ja) some of the kids can hardly talk (Juelz Santana) yeah word (Ja) there fore you gotta make it happen know what im talkin bout (Juelz Santana) yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know (Ja) word uncle Ju Ju (Juelz Santana) yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean (Ja) that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight (Juelz Santana) aight (Ja) other than that I just wanna tell you I love you (Juelz Santana) aww i love you too man (Ja) wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go (Juelz Santana rapping) Now that I've got your attention (Repeat x5) Im what the games been missing What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in Im what the games been missing |
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Yo who that (Ja) Me,it's Ja (Juelz Santana) Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin (Ja) What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right (Juelz Santana) Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good (Ja) It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph (Juelz Santana) What, she asked for my autograph in the class (Ja) I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that (Juelz Santana) you crazy man say word (Ja) word (Juelz Santana) you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that (Ja) I said a dipset bitch (Juelz Santana) a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least (Ja) you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school (Juelz Santana) word (Ja) not cause you that nigga (Juelz Santana) why (Ja) but bacause im that nigga you all i talk about (Juelz Santana) that's what's up that's what's up (Ja) some of the kids can hardly talk (Juelz Santana) yeah word (Ja) there fore you gotta make it happen know what im talkin bout (Juelz Santana) yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know (Ja) word uncle Ju Ju (Juelz Santana) yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean (Ja) that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight (Juelz Santana) aight (Ja) other than that I just wanna tell you I love you (Juelz Santana) aww i love you too man (Ja) wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go (Juelz Santana rapping) Now that I've got your attention (Repeat x5) Im what the games been missing What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in Im what the games been missing |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
Hey ja, I think juelz is back in town
[CHORUS] Juelz back and he's better than ever This is crack and it's better than ever Get, get back 'cause whatever's whatever Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back [VERSE 1] I'm back and I'm back and I'm back and I'm back in affect I'm back and I'm back and I'm back as a matter of fact I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin' 'em back What's happened has happened and I'm what's happenin' back I'm packin' a mack in the back of the cadillac I'm badder than that than half of the bastards who rap I'm battin' at that with a baseball hat and a bat Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I'm fuckin this track I been fuckin this track up, I'm doin' I come with the mack, if you bust that shit back up, I'm shootin' He front and he act up, there's nothin' to back up his shootin' Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I bubble the crack 'cause I cut it to packs and I move it It's nothin' to that, but it's somethin' to that 'cause I do it They runnin' you back, I'm runnin' it back, I'm movin' Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back [Chorus (2x)] [VERSE 2] Yo, I'm doper than doper, than doper, than doper, than doper I'm closer to dope than actual dope is to dope I roll in the smoke let 'em know it's potent I smoke Take coke to the boat, the boat to the ocean and float I know what I know about hoes that I know that you don't I know I control 'em I poke 'em and open 'em slow I know that I'm flowin', so why stop flowin', keep goin' Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I know that I'm killin', and killin' is just what I do I know them gorillas we all used to chill in the zoo I know how to get her, kill him and get up to you Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I know that I'm iller, the illest, and iller than you Hold up my nigga, there's nothin' you niggas can do My four-fifth is bigger I spit it and it enters in you Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back [CHORUS (2x)] |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em
[Hook] You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em You niggas don't want it Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em My niggas they get it...money Ya'll niggas can't get it...money We'll kill ya to get it... Money, money, money, money [Verse 1 - Juelz Sanatana] It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em If he blink wrong...Kill 'em If he think wrong...Kill 'em Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day Dog, I don't play around all day, no I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day And then I let a round off maynn Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn [Hook 2x] [Verse 2 - Juelz Santana] When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake 'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em [Hook] [Verse 3 - Cam'Ron] What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones Santana, I give any part to homes eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome Right with my orange stones, we aren't home Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route Hustla please, man you was the lookout Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial... Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
I've been really tryin' baby
Tryin' to hold back these feelings for so long And if you feel like I feel baby Come on Ohh come on Woo Let's get it on Let's get it on nigga Ah man Let's get it on, man Santana, you on your own, man Hold the set down Lets do it man Dipset We got these bastards Man let's do it Uh, you nigga's dealin' with a G from the block Yeah it's me from the block Quick to tell a nigga' But I don't really like to beef on the block That bring heat to the block I got to eat on the block nigga Yeah you dealin' with a pimp from the hood Keep a chick from the hood Quick to tell her aye Come on, let's go I'm tryin' to do it so aye I'm one hell of a guy Fly fella that's fly Like Scarface one hell of a high One hell of a ride That I drive, 23's look like the propellers inside Who stuntin' like me? Who frontin' like me? Who did it, who get it, who done it like me? You? Who wishin', who frontin', who want it from me? You? Come get it, you want it, it's nothing to me You? Chumps already know how I feel When it comes to pumpin' that steel It's like, you know with these wild boys Tote tie 'em up with the cowboy ropes So, let's get it on y'all Uh, it's love Hey Ma, back that ass up Lookin' back I almost crashed up So that's love right there Hit 'em one more time Man, you dudes can get it, that's my word To the slang on my Houston fitted I send rockets at you, dudes and midgets And send cock up in you, goose and pigeons so I know you like that mama, I'll be right back mama so Do you believe me? Don't you believe me, won't you believe me? Come on On any given Sunday or any given Monday We headed up the runway Uptown yea we headed up a one-way, her head is in my lap So I let her do her one thang She was Jamaican so I fed her bread and dumplings Veggie pads and rumcake Told her, said she's 18 and lived crazy just like me Eighties baby just like me so Hey baby you know what your boy holds all night Long pipe, long strokes I got it so you right Ma listen Hey Ma, roll with the winners And I ain't talkin' dinner, I'm like Told you man, we can get it on Matter fact, let's get it one more time Santana Man I roll through, stroll through Flag on the ride side of my whole crew screaming They'll get you, they'll twist you They'll split ya whole body in half Then dismiss you like But I'm lookin' for a bad lil' mama Get mad like her papa, got an ass like her mama Got her own, won't ask for a dollar Go half on a scama and will laugh when I holla Yea, that's love baby, yea dats love Hey baby, the ride on this chrome, just provide us with dome so That's love baby, that's love yea, that's love baby You must be used to me spendin' Nope not tonight nope, that's love baby It don't cost nothing, it's free Hey Ma if you give good brain, you'll get ya dipset chain sp You know that's about 20,000, that's love baby You know that's for nothing Lights out, nothing to fight 'bout, got the pipe out So,let's get it on, it's the only thing to do That's love baby, I mean it's only right Let's get it on ... |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro]
Nah Yeah, yeah leave the hissin in, Don't take the hissin out We gon keep this one all the way gangsta I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize, how real this shit is man I mean, people always gonna try and get over on you But protect what's yours, protect your family, protect what's right Ya Dig! The story starts off, lil boy black in the ghetto No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto (ghetto) No choice but to adapt to the ghetto So he adapts the ghetto Yes, the crack and the metal He took no days off, for gettin this cocaine off He ran back and forth so much he pissed Jose off Now Jose was the cocaine boss Straight from Columbia, his cocaine soft But Jose was out fuckin his sister Hittin shorty off 'cause' he had love for his sister And shorty had no love for his sister 'cause' sister was sniff up everything Jose gives her But shorty had a plan for them both 'cause' he was good at handlin coke and Jose liked that Problem was, he was pitchin for the dudes down the street You know, Cj, Big Boo, and Meleke Meleke was a killa, Boo was a killa Cj, well he's just anotha nigga Despite the fact, they didn't like the fact, that he was close to Jose and he might just rat And bein that he was a bitch and he ain't know when its here They set it up to get him there n hit him there But shorty was smart, so before they got to load up n spark he said hold up my heart Please, then he said Please, look up in my bag, there's cook up in my bag It's all good up in my bag And there's more where that came frome It came from Jose, believe me there's more where that caine from So they let him go thinkin he would tell them where Jose kept the heavy coke But instead he told Jose bout that And we all know Jose bout that Next thing we know we see Jose slouch back And he said there's no way out that He said shoot em ima blow they house back Next day Jose sent the 2-way out town And next minute someone blew they house down Jose think shorty on his side But he don't know shorty on his side So shorty called Jose, like listen, it's going down I need more cocaine So they met up, it was a set up Guess who? Cj, Meleke and Boo speed up You shoulda seen the look on old man's face You neva seen a look on no man's face Told him no mans great, and it's no man's place To fuck with no man's fam And he said where's my sister before I kill you The End [Outro] The story's over man (over man) They all kinda end like that man, ya dig You see, I told this story because I kinda feel like, every hood, everybody, everybody gotta lil boy fresh and them somewhere Weither it's right next door, across the hall Up the block, down the block, around the corner I mean, you see, you see we all see the same shit, just through diffent eyes You surprised? Don't be man, It's just real shit Holla at ya boy dipset, AYE! |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers They understand me, knahmsayin? Shit Lock into this time and lock out (always) I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us You know? <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Just a, another day another dollar Now look what you got Another hater, another plotter Shit, you know the drill A brother pay, a brother holla Watch 'em, they creeping Another raid, another copper Aw man Another case, another lock-up What Another bail, know that cake better pop up Yup That's just day to day shit we go through And results of the day to day shits we go through Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal I don't honor them fools Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed I speak from the heart of the hood From the boarded up apartments with wood From the cracked down crack houses (yeah) To the burnt up black houses To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out And puffing weed makes my actions switch I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm Ain't that a bitch (man) And I'm paranoid, paranoid But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy <i>[Chorus]</i> Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take And may this song play all the way And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Look now Another dead, another born Vice versa Another here, another gone Pay attention Another smile, another mourn Another funeral, another baby shower going on Get it, huh That's just life in the hood You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood Huh, get it I live the life of a hustler No sleep all night for a hustler, buster And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and Stress, hunger, patience The day to day basics Yep, shit that we go through, you know Shit Look at the shit that we go through, you know Niggaz come home, can't get jobs Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed And that don't mix <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep) I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh) And it's getting out of control now (out of control) I'ma telling you du.. I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep) I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh) And it's getting out of control now (out of control) I'ma telling you dudes like I tell my woman (listen) Don't watch me, watch TV This is pay-per-view you gotta pay for this Aye! [Verse 1] First, let me take time to brush my shoulders off Wait...I had to dust my shoulders off Thanks, y'all been waiting, been patient, been anxious Now I herefore bring back me, your greatness (yes) The rap Ali, jab I weave Then come back with the same jab times three I blow smoke to the heaven I'm so close to perfection Rap's one big casino, I'm plotting Ocean Eleven (ay) I might have sold the least But I still manage to be most feared by most emcees (good) Who holding me Who close to me For sho papi, nobody yeah that's how it's supposed to be Now listen you can either comprehend it or compliment it It's all authentic (yep) But you better believe whatever I say Guess what you can bet it all I meant it (AYE) [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (ay) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (Verse 2] Bad news, rap dudes, I'm back fools Give the thrown up, this is that jack move (jack move) Ha-choo I just sneezed and the track moved (ha-choo) God blessed me, yes that's true So bright, throw lights up for me For life married the game, throw rice up for me (yes) So nice, throw ice up for me (yes) Two pieces for B.I.G. and one piece for tha kid (yes) I am back yup put a stack up Let it down set it down now I'm 'bout to act up For you to get rid of me you'll need about 50 G's In army fatigues ready to bleed please believe (Wow) If you catch me pushing a whip It's a new coupe wit a lip Or something foreign I'll never forget Yes I'm the man bet I'm the man Am I here to save the day? Oh yes I definitely am [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (ay) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go [Verse 3] Look homie quick homie Get a camera get a flick (yes) Get a load of this homie I spit homie the flow so sick homie Once again I'm back this is it homie The album's done, which mean the album's coming Spent a while but (fuck) it This time around I'm fronting I done styled and stunted I done wild in public I done paid my dues Did my hundred miles and running Now I'm back (ay)..
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
(Juelz talking) Flutes...what? Bring in the Opera manOpera SingingDip Set let's get it on This is marching music, this is monster music Everybody get the fuck up, get to stomping to it Get the band, get the drumline, we marching to it Get your aunt, get your uncles, get your mom's into it This is lovely noise, this is club knocking This is razors out chump, this is club ox'ing This is grab a bitch, get the club rockin' Hit the bar, big spender, get the bub' poppin' This is move, get the fuck out the way Or get moved the fuck out the way, chump Niggaz get tools the fuck in the club Niggaz get moved the fuck in the club, don't play punk Niggaz get schooled outside of the class from tryin' be fast Shots hot and pop in your ass nigga Bitches cut school to get with the boy Your wife'll cut you to get with the boy, it's Big Pimpin' here Big lobster, big shrimp in here, big mobsters, big fish in here Yeah, get your fishing gear, they'll flip ya yeah They'll twista ya yeah, they'll let you know the Dips is here Get it clear This is monster music, this is contra music This is arms out, bombs out, bombin' music This is launchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up get to stompin' to it This is monster music, this is contra music This is niggaz, this is bitches, this is all our music This is marchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up, get to stompin' to it My Kappa's, my sigma's, my clappers, my niggaz My Alfa's, my beta's, cowards and haters Come style with the players, crack a thousand gators Big gun, get wild and I'll spray ya Big gun, sit down for I spray ya, or quick run I'll shower you later, I don't mind nigga I ain't got nothin' but time nigga Plus you ain't hard to find niggaz, three blocks from my niggaz Where they squeeze glocks, divide niggaz And that green top suplies niggaz, lean drop beside niggaz Easdrop and watch niggaz, we cop and ride niggaz Coke hard, go hard we block niggaz Young Joe Clark lean on me, shots go off Should've told you not to lean on me Your bitch wont fuck you I told her not to cheat on me I think you're a clown she totally agrees with me She comes over and she sleeps with me USe the bathroom and pees with me, and goes home and eats with you (Damn) You a chump nigga, you a punk nigga, get a grib, get your weight up nigga This is monster music, this is contra music This is arms out, bombs out, bombin' music This is launchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up get to stompin' to it This is monster music, this is contra music This is niggaz, this is bitches, this is all our music This is marchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up, get to stompin' to itOpera sings until fades...Dip Set let's get it on |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Cam'Ron)
(Intro) (sample) Out in the street They call it murder (Juelz Santana + (sample)) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Niggaz front (in the street) Get bucked and (they call it murder) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Buck buck and (they call it murder) (Chorus: Juelz Santana) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (Verse 1: Juelz Santana) I stay up My gun tucked I gives a fuck So, welcome to jamrock No, welcome to my damn block Where the slugs and cans pop For the ones and tan rocks Kids play in the sandbox Other kids Lay in boxes with sandtops You can't stop this Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch Try to stop me, you ain't, kid Try to pop me, you can't live If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit And for those bucks I'm no punk I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what (sniff) I think I need another hit (sniff) You know who you fuckin' with (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 2: Juelz Santana) I bang I slang My nuts hang, yup So don't get it confused or fucked up My dudes will jump up The ruger, dump dump, bup bup And (they call it murder) Act stupid, the gat's shootin (gunshot) We'll leave you there, leave you square Box style, box style, he who dares (dares) Don't play Be calm now, calm down cuz We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn I show the hood love They show me love back And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that Nah, you can't keep a black man down I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound AY (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 3: Cam'Ron) Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana) Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together Get it together, now now get my pape's right Come through late night I know what it tastes like (what's that?) Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8) You got G ma, I got G too, shit She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope) Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness (OUTRO: Juelz Santana + (Cam'Ron)) (Murder, murder) Haha, haha I told you I told you you niggaz was in trouble man DipSet (murda) The new season has officially begun (murda) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
For lovin me girl Just wanna thank you Look at what you can do man I like this shit right here man Girl c'mon Let's do it like this Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around I'm just tryin to come get you a run around Skip through a couple towns Maybe skip through a couple rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down I'm sorta a long distance brother Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber Come roll with a pimp or gangsta Hustler by nature Trust that I'll take ya I'll show you the rules and perimeters Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin' And you can be my down ass bitch Yeah baby that's for sure I'm a show you how package raw How to snap it on How to take trips with the package on How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash beyond And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (yeah) No game just fuck your girls Pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah) Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Bagging bitches every party and high Please believe Jimmy Jizzy's the truth Every where I go to brezies I'm true Man they tell me that I over does it You need to slow up you over thugging (so what) But the hoes slugging in the open public I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing Now they roll up fucking Take two totes and love it Yeah yeah plus my bitches swear I'm like Richard Gere Put them in my coup moving fast switching gears Get it crystal clear Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear She was feeling my gangsta (gangsta) Summer time Air One's jeans my tank top Baby girl I'm a player with passport Moving fast hundred grand on the black Porsche Please love get your feet up off my dashboard This is cash drawer we gonna crash course And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (yeah) No game just fuck your girls Pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah) Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Baggin bitches every party and high |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
I'm sorry.... I mean it too... let me talk to you.. knahmsayin?, tell you what it was all about maybe (Jealousy) We was in love it had to be the (Jealousy) that had me buggin all for nuttin (Jealousy, yeah) Now I'm a loner cuz of (Jealousy, yeah) I'm sorry man, oh Baby, all I wanted was a chance with you little love, little dance, romance with you shit I had big plans for you swear to God I never meant to put my hands on you thats not somethin that a man would do thats not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move take you with me, give you the Coupe give you the shoes, instead I was hearin' the news... You was out there buggin', fuckin' doin your dirt when, I was in the studio workin'.. shit I'm tryna make music that's perfect instead I gotta hear you out there foolin' and flirtin' You and your friends got a bad reputation already if I'm not mistaken already...uh but I gotta 'pologize to your mother and father shoulda never put my hands on your daughter But I ain't askin' you to drop no charges shit I did what I did, deserve the consequence I can't see myself copping a plea to one of these niggaz who bleeds the same as me I'ma G, I will cock and squeeze the same as E, take it to the same degree, please so let's leave it alone, we don't need this at home especially all over some fuckin.. (Jealousy, yeah) yeah thats what it's about right? (Jealousy, yeah), I never meant to touch you (Jealousy, yeah) uh, it was the (Jealousy,yeah) I was buggin, high (Jealousy, yeah) whoa (Jealousy, yeah) God forgive me my... (Jealousy, yeah) If I could take it back, you know I would, yes I would, yes I would Shit, now I don't know what made me..lift my hand up swing it at you, I musta been crazy musta been high, twisted off hazy fuck am I doing?, this is my baby and now I'm feeling like Kane from Menace II Society know your brothers wanna come back and fire me now I'm riding with my riders beside of me can't get caught slippin so they riding beside of me and Cam told me not to fuck with you he told me you known, the blocks corrupted you I told him nah, I had it locked, threw cuffs on you.. plus I had lots of love for you..huh so I'm stickin with my heart, that's my nigga to the heart but I'm stickin with my heart Now look....I'm sittin in the dark facin' a charge, gotta go sit up in a court all because, I was stupid and dumb shoulda never went through it with hun, shit but to this day, I never knew this would come i never thought that I would go through this with hun, no the one I wanted to marry...wanted to carry my baby through life maybe this life... we can't be together can't see together, can't see each other don't need each other, won't be together cuz of.. Jealousy, yeah oh, jealousy yeah Jealousy, yeah Damn, why did we have to go through this (Jealousy yeah) and its all because of this (Jealousy, yeah) I admit I was (Jealousy, yeah,) Jealousy, yeah uh, you was playin them games too sayin them names too... |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Okay (Jazze) We in the motherfucking building (Dip Set bitch) I heard my man T.I. is the motherfucking king of the south (uh huh) Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city (you already know)(Santana) And when the king and the prince get together it's nothing but royalty (roll the mat out) So we going to get down like this YEAH! Now if I ain't gangsta who is You is truth is you ain't I am who this clown ass nigga I'm a straight led spitter straight bread getter Up north hustler with a bank head nigga now bounce! That's just jazze on the beat again Tappin on machines again its cracking threw your speakers in That's what it sounds like when I'm in the South right Put it down put it round bouncing threw your town like Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven I'm a crack baller straight sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier I walk through the club like everybody pussy Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies The fifth on me case anybody push me Let it fly let it fly like everbody push me Stop frontin like you bang head nigga Till you bang head whether real bang head nigga T.I. we fly we ride we bang you die (motherfucker) My pimp squad fuck nigga now what Dip set fuck nigga now what West side fuck nigga now what East side fuck nigga now what Harlem world fuck nigga now what Bank head fuck nigga now what My a-town fuck nigga now what My n.y. fuck nigga now what The smallest nigga in the trap with a scrap You talk shit pussy nigga getting slapped I get a couple kids turn them into crack and listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99) So if you need word then holla right back I could sell it for cheap cause I got it like that White t-shirts and A-Town hats Got them super clean with dubs on that Hey! First nigga put my name in a rap Getting robbed on the spot at hard getting shot I give a fuck about your squad or your block Hit 13 had it hard on the block First thing first start with a glock Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens mack 10's Now your fully equipped to stretch niggaz (like who?) Like them PSC and Dip Set niggaz Now what now stunt nigga pop your trunk now front I'm holdin two now what big guns with me big gun pissy When it comes to these bitches man I'm dirtyer then the south is Squirtin in your mouth bitch! Yeah back curtin yeah back squirtin Yeah nigga gat squrtin yeah nigga that's curtains Hold up we senseless make you throw up your breakfast Me and T.I. hold the connection Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta The cocaine managers hoe brain damager I'd be god damned if a nigga wanna cock hammers and split bandanas on niggaz with bad manners You wanna kill me you willing to ride the hell with me Seven shot revolver I'm taking my shells with me You don't want no trouble with niggaz like us Try me I'll fuck your whole life up To the group of haters that don't like us Dip Set fuck nigga now what |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro]
Okay (get up, get up) DipSet (uh oh) Juelz Santana Heatmakerz (clap) I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up) Huh, he's moving again [Juelz Santana] I'm like (oh yes) I'm nice (oh yes) Still pitching (weight) Still flipping (weight), yeah So come fuck with the boy I'm still pumping the boy I'll still dump on the boy Blue steel pump to the boy I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah I explore and cruise Islands and shores that's new Bring the boat out, smoke out Watch the water move I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave) Like, Cowabunga, dude This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you Bump you like how a bumper do I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do What, that (weight), yup, that (weight) [Chorus] AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) This the jam, yep Put your hands up And just (wave) And just (wave) AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (wait), oh man (wait) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back) [Juelz Santana] I'm back I'm crack Sorry about the (wait) Sorry I made you (wait) I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down They need me out there (yeah) I can't let the streets down I gotta do it be |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
I make music I consider a challenge Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin The only borough that was built on an island, woah You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors Niggaz still want beef than holla You think you bout it, get your piece and holla Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow? A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers Before they crashed and divided the towers I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up Niggaz back up, or lift us back up Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Y'all can't fuck with me, okay Now let me hear you say, OKAY It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her They tried to say the mission was impossible I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too Two bitches on my side both prostitutes Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two The fiends cop it too Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind He gotta go, he out of line: 2x Okay, okay, okay Okay, Okay, Okay Okay, Okay, Okay Y'all can't fuck with me, OKAY |
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from Juelz Santana - Final Destination (2004)
I make music I consider a challenge Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin The only borough that was built on an island, woah You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors Niggaz still want beef than holla You think you bout it, get your piece and holla Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow? A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers Before they crashed and divided the towers I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up Niggaz back up, or lift us back up Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Y'all can't fuck with me, okay Now let me hear you say, OKAY It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her They tried to say the mission was impossible I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too Two bitches on my side both prostitutes Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two The fiends cop it too Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind He gotta go, he out of line: 2x Okay, okay, okay Okay, Okay, Okay Okay, Okay, Okay Y'all can't fuck with me, OKAY |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind Memories of Big, all in the lime light, all of the time, all on his grind, right I'm blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind I tell him stay up, cause in there it's a different grind I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin' Big L still rappin, like it never happened I got a sick sense with me, God picked then sent me To this earth place, to win in the first place Visions of mommy, on an Island somewhere, yeah, I designed just for my mommy My whole life is a blessing, that's why I'm so nice, so right Approach mics with aggression I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in I write about me, and the life of my henchmen I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce That was nights, that was life on the stoop This shit gotta change Can't forget the hard white in the boot White car stripped with the blue, narc parked right in the coup, damn They riding around with a license to shoot I'm riding around with no license and hoop, follow me now Follow me down, this yellow brick road 187, hello, every ghettos zip code I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right Had to switch the waste up, now I'm better off Met Cam set it off, did the mix tape now look dip set is off Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all First writers refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius Cam goes platinum, the set is up next A double album, we set for the best Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana, Robb Report I bring you more than just music I bring you me and all of my movement I bring my whole life all in the booth shit And I'm all in the booth with, the headphones on, the lights cut down And all of this true shit |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
<i>[Max B]</i>
Byrd Gang club banger Tryna holla at ya shorty One focus, one focus only I'm tryna hit that thang! Let's go <i>[Max B]</i> WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it) WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA) WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY) BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY! <i>[Verse 1: Jim Jones]</i> It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)... you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!) They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)... and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!) I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it (bricks)... then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's nothing!) We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)... cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)... buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!) I'm tryna get the dame to breeze.... but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name nigga?!) I told the lady I be... doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!) Middle name "forty on the wrist" last name "you can't afford me bitch!" get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!) <i>[HOOK]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]</i> Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!) look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha) We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it) I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?) New York to Miami Beach (yeah) Bitch I live the life of a hood-star rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW) Got em all shaking they tush like I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!) But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH! I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant I see it, I like it, I buy it baby I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate <i>[HOOK]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Cam'ron]</i> WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I'M SO HOOD Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!) I'm exec already (fuck that!) See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here) I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic) The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words) Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it) better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV (flat screens watch flat screens) Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)... fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact) Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls... you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!) Maesarati's back to back come ride with me on 1100 not the bike....two 550's! KILLA! <i>[HOOK]</i> |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Ya probably ain't expecting this one
Nope,yea clap clap un hun, This something my grandmother would dance to or something Sha ba doop doop doo Sha ba doop doop doo [Chorus] Nights like this I wish That rain drops would fall (i know you wishing it would rain) Nights like this I wish That rain drop would fall Ay Grandma and Grandpa Look at ya grandson, I done made it far Damn nana, I know its killing ya bones that damn cancer I wish I had an answer,but I don't I'm jus wishin for an answer Watchin my mamma cry, she's watchin her mamma die Every second I'm drying my mamma eyes, she so proud of her son See right through my mamma eyes, she jus follow the drips You can't dodge the rain but you can follow the drips And every drop of rain that falls, has a drop a pain involved,you better believe 88 cocaine it solves, now the dope came in charge yup I see my niggaz for what they really are,what we really are The dips we really are, let it rain [Chorus] It has been long fights like this Long days ,long nights nights like this I'm wishing for rain. Nothing but the wind ever came Little girls with they skirt up, the world's getting worser Man I twirled through the world in a roaster Twirling the smoke up, I be so high Shit a week goes by, I still think the week just started Man weed still sparking,still in tune with the street man He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners Cam, Jim, Zeek my sponsors, black, griz, snags my monstrous Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs, 40, doe, guard Bus, train and go hard, let it rain [Chorus] This is a story,about a young boy wishin' for glory Rap, riches and glory. some people I'll love to share it with Yea my people my thugs I'll share it with. You can't eat through this love I'm dealing with You can't see through this love I'm dealing with You can't be through or eat through this love I'm dealing with Its real I'm feeling it my niggaz. cats plan on killing it Rats real I'm realing it all men like fishermen Say(hey hey hey baby) Drive sticks while sticking em, young chicks I'm dicking 'em All down and yea they all down But why it got to be like this, why every girl I meet got to be like this Let it rain [Chorus] Let it rain I'm just sitting here Wishing it would rain I'm just sitting here waiting for the rain Waiting for the rain |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Juelz Santana]
Juelz Santana. Ain't no turning back from here (Thats right) [VERSE 1] I am sicker than Sick'Wid'It DON'T listen just picture it HOW vivid this picture it ME gifted and living this NO gimmicks or images I spit and deliver it LIKE no one that's living shit (AYE) Straight from the ground y'all you dig? Close to where the groundhogs live Where the police hound y'all kids Arrest and give out long bids From where they keep the four squeeze the four Hustle all day in the streets so long If the feds ever decide to come We all going down for the motherfucking reaper law [CHORUS] I was taught be smart stay humble I was taught be hard don't fumble I was taught in these concrete jungle Rumble young man rumble I was taught stay hard as they come dude I was taught any problems confront you I was taught in these concrete jungle Rumble young man rumble [VERSE 2] Greater than great I am YES haters they hate I am WHAT playing I play to win PLUS still I remain up in THE hood I came up in BUT the hood I came up in FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP (AYE) From my date of birth hun' 'Til my day in the dirt come I remain the earth's one YES the matrix's first son Toast to the good day to the bad day To the good yay' to the bad yay' To the time the shit was mixed up I had good yay' on a bad day [Chorus] [VERSE 3] Best of the best I is AND never the less I is AYE man of respect I is REAL dammit yes I is KILL nigga yes I will LEAVE bodies by cemeteries HE'S forever buried HOW by any means necessary I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order I'm here to promise to keep my child in order 'Til the day I get locked 'Til the day I get shot Or till the day I just drown in water (AYE) Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed And let niggaz know that I died with a heart of a G (AYE) [CHORUS] |
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from Chris Brown - Chris Brown (2006)
Let me talk to you Tell you how it is
I was thinkin when I saw that body gotta get shawty Tell her what the young boy gon do Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay Babe pretty thick wit the kick that's sick that need to be hit So tell me what ya'll gon do I got friends, and you got friends They hop out, and you hop in I look fly, and they jockin The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop I got friends, and you got friends They hop out, and you hop in I look fly, and they jockin The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it You'll see Girl I can set you off Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down I can definitly show you things that's gon have you sayin I can't be 16 Once I get in you won't wanna go (and I...) I'll have yo girls wishin they were you (and I...) I know your heard about me, but guess what's goin down if we leave I got friends, and you got friends They hop out, and you hop in I look fly, and they jockin The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop I got friends, and you got friends They hop out, and you hop in I look fly, and they jockin The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it Girl you feel right (Feel right) Make me feel like... (feel like...) I wanna do a little somethin (do a little somethin) Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho Girl the way that your wearin them jeans is turnin me on I'm the hottest thing thats in these streets so baby won't you rock me... Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it - |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro: Sizzla (Juelz Santana)]
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!! Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it) My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana) It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas) I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] All sides all guys all rise now BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!) Damn straight through your man's plantano You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar We supportin, enforcin, extortion Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who) Who wanna romp with us? (Who) (BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us (We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta (BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!) Made by a woman I was raised by a woman So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women They are shottas, we are breed of achievers That will do anything to suceed or achieve it You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta But won't stand up in the court like a shotta Niggaz like you ought to get shot up For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!) Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters Don Gargon hard and love the drama And tuck the lama, now suck your mama Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy I cannot flop, I, this is shotta Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Yea uh-ooo!!( Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana I'd like to welcome y'all(yea) to the great Fuck wit ya boy!( Once again) Zeke! now I got more than my swagger back listen here homie Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo) young Zab of rap only difference is this Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' traffin' crack threw half and Hampton make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man y'all cant fuck wit me baby girl I drag my nuts for free comfortably and ya know I got my pimpin together got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together, shit bitch you better get your switchin' together cuz this back-hand will get you together, hope you know that and sometime I cant belive my niggaz still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin' I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my homies on the block with somethin' hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! for all my chicks on the strip that switch be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my ladies who boost for higher Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie Yo we livin' the life of loca-vida, coke and cheever drive-by blow smoke on the policia like fuck em! I got no love for em Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! its pay-back we buckin at Squalie! no more gettin searched, frisked for nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack sell ya crack like when dickens was near Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me this the theme song homie fuck the police! we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya peel off on dirt bikes and raptors squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me! Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass couple shots hit your glass Dip-shit ya whip will crash I got the sickest past stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash all day, stood there flippin' halves when I heard ,Squalie! I dished and dashed ditched the hash park, neutral, first gear hit the gas, now we rich with cash and when I hear Squalie! I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass cooked more caine, push off dames while you dumb niggaz stand there and look all lame I done popped and took off chains now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game! |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Yea uh-ooo!!( Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana I'd like to welcome y'all(yea) to the great Fuck wit ya boy!( Once again) Zeke! now I got more than my swagger back listen here homie Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo) young Zab of rap only difference is this Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' traffin' crack threw half and Hampton make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man y'all cant fuck wit me baby girl I drag my nuts for free comfortably and ya know I got my pimpin together got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together, shit bitch you better get your switchin' together cuz this back-hand will get you together, hope you know that and sometime I cant belive my niggaz still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin' I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my homies on the block with somethin' hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! for all my chicks on the strip that switch be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my ladies who boost for higher Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie Yo we livin' the life of loca-vida, coke and cheever drive-by blow smoke on the policia like fuck em! I got no love for em Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! its pay-back we buckin at Squalie! no more gettin searched, frisked for nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack sell ya crack like when dickens was near Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me this the theme song homie fuck the police! we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya peel off on dirt bikes and raptors squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me! Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass couple shots hit your glass Dip-shit ya whip will crash I got the sickest past stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash all day, stood there flippin' halves when I heard ,Squalie! I dished and dashed ditched the hash park, neutral, first gear hit the gas, now we rich with cash and when I hear Squalie! I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass cooked more caine, push off dames while you dumb niggaz stand there and look all lame I done popped and took off chains now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game! |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
San-tana (aye) It's dipset Bitch There it go Baby don't stop now There it go Baby don't stop now There it go Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby There it go Bring it here baby Top down and im at it again It's hot now and i'm at it to win (you heard me) Who want it with me Nobody wanna it with me Oh im so fly Oh Mami come n get me Sit it down Back up Bring it on back up Move it till you feel something hard on your back (Ugh) There it go If u want it come and get it I aint kiddin im wit it Here it go (go) So Girl LET ME SEE YOU GET LOW There it go Yea jus like that Move your thang like a boomarang And come right back There it go I dont need to ask i proceed to grab A chiks up my G'd up swagger There it go There it Go Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) Aye girl let me see you get low There it go Set it down baby There it go Set it down baby There it go its dipset (ohh) There it go Aye Aye Aye There it go its dipset (ohh) There it go Aye Aye Aye I got to get it I'm so hot terrific So not fair to the other guyz to sin it I know not unlimit Theres no skys a limit Till then Imma do imma do imma do ma thang So baby keep moving moving n moving your thang And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not) Aye girl you make me want to know You do it like a pro lil lady If so bring it here let it show lil lady There it go Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele You kno lil lady Run Yes girl Uhm yes you can have a Confess girl to the sunset girl (girl) But first i gotta Undress girl So take off dem clothes and UNdress Girl Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) Aye girl let me see you get low There it go Set it down baby There it go Set it down baby
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
My baby don't mess around not mine
Because she loves me so And this I know fo sho But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feelin Cause the thought alone Is killin me right now Thank god for mom and dad For stickin together Cause we don't know how [Chorus:] You think you got it Ohhh you think you got it But got it just don't get it Cause there's nothing at allll Ah allllll ah allllll Ah alll ah allllll We get together Ohhh we get together But separate's always better When's there's feelings involed Ah alllll ah allllll Ah alllll ah allllll ya juelz in the house Repeat Verse one Juelz in the house (untill Fades) |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers They understand me, knahmsayin? Shit Lock into this time and lock out (always) I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us You know? <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Just a, another day another dollar Now look what you got Another hater, another plotter Shit, you know the drill A brother pay, a brother holla Watch 'em, they creeping Another raid, another copper Aw man Another case, another lock-up What Another bail, know that cake better pop up Yup That's just day to day shit we go through And results of the day to day shits we go through Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal I don't honor them fools Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed I speak from the heart of the hood From the boarded up apartments with wood From the cracked down crack houses (yeah) To the burnt up black houses To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out And puffing weed makes my actions switch I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm Ain't that a bitch (man) And I'm paranoid, paranoid But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy <i>[Chorus]</i> Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take And may this song play all the way And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Look now Another dead, another born Vice versa Another here, another gone Pay attention Another smile, another mourn Another funeral, another baby shower going on Get it, huh That's just life in the hood You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood Huh, get it I live the life of a hustler No sleep all night for a hustler, buster And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and Stress, hunger, patience The day to day basics Yep, shit that we go through, you know Shit Look at the shit that we go through, you know Niggaz come home, can't get jobs Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed And that don't mix <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now I said put 'em to bed now! Do it! Yeah, yeah It's goin' down DipSet, bitch Juelz Santana Ay [Chorus] Grip to it, kick to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope This is violence (violence, violence) This is violence (violence) Violence The champ is back Yup This is my anthem track Yup This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap This that Gutter, gutter motherfucker Ay This that Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker Ay They hand you the snub Dismantle your mug A head shot have you looking like you shampoo with blood The vandalous thugs The scandalous thugs That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up This ain't no damn push music Or no hammish (?) music This ain't party time it's army time Ambush music This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music [Chorus] Let's get ready to rumble (yup) This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup) For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (Ay) Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right Show dude old school snatches at taxes night Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it No reason at all This music is that stupid (Ay) It's the code of silence (no it's) Spoken silence Right now I am promoting violence (Ay) Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (Ay) When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (Ay) And y'all hope we stop it Y'all told me stop it Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (Ay) [Chorus] This the shit that the gangstas love Stomp out a gang of bud Squeeze off a gang of slugs We gotta vacate the club music That's how the gangstas does Shanking O.J., a thug Go get your glock, and let it pop Just like Bacon does music We the few left that does what we do best This here, get clear Illegal in the U.S. I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek The O.G. killer is back So if you're living is whack Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like Here, here's a hammer nigga Here, go hurt a nigga Here, go jam a nigga Here, go murk a nigga |
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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
feat. Hell Rell
[Intro] Uh-ohhhh! Cold cold time again baby I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building Juelz Santana (Aye!) Dip Set bitch I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me It's 'bout that time you know [Chorus] My hood, my city, my side Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride My town, my car, my block Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock My state, my strip, my ave Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad My building, my porch, my stue Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose [Juelz Santana] Straight for paper Paper chaser Gangsta gangsta Gangsta gangsta I know my block is a crazy zoo But it got me crazy glued (stuck) I got to make these moves So I hustle the hardest (drugs) I got no team Just a connect and a couple of partners I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup) I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup) I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup) I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure And I never mix it, ever ever Yeah the code of the street Eyes open don't sleep (whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop) There go the police That's why you catch me moving through dolo Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon [Chorus] [Hell Rell] Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup) Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh) Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember) Now my rims look like ninja stars Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit) I remember when I didn't have shit to bar Now I can lean you a couple of clips You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz We slangers (slangers) Gang bangers (east-side) And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz Spend it all I ain't no cheap ass nigga I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP! [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah) I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah) I represent scar time, bar time, hard times Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah) We need to have a million man march again We need to have a million man march up in The white house start a million man argument Like Bush why a million man starving in? My city, my town, my hood Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers We don't crack under pressure We relax under pressure Most of all, we don't rap under pressure We bang, and we pitch this crack 'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect [Chorus] - repeat to fade |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Yeah Dip Set Juelz Santana (I'm liking this) Jim Jones, Freekey, Killa (R) Wherever I go (J) Dogg I'm in the hood screaming what's really good (R) Wherever I go (J) You already know, you already know (R) Wherever I go (J) We smoking the best here feeling you yes sir (R) Wherever I go (J) Things never change shit just stay the same Now they screaming out you already know How fast the coupe already goes when I step on the peddle I shoot the every show with the chicken stiletos I like that I'm just a kid from the ghetto We I move the petty goes In very town I touchdown in yep and puff down in Wherever I go Niggaz solute me your as truly santana the great oh You should be ashamed and embarrased How I came in the game got a name and established woh And my pivit is posted if you niggaz is scheming My niggaz will notice they will get you and blow it Man I did I dun I got it fuck it I admit it I stole it I'm that nigga I know it So come get it and you think you can hold it I don't think so nope I don't think so Its nobody gods I'm puffing marley ducking squaleys cars Wherever I go You know I stay fly float threw the sky smoke with my guys(westside k-town) On the corner where cotchies died now lets go to n.y. and love it But out on the west I don't step out of my vest unless doggs I'm about to have sex Wherever I go You know my wrist stay naughty No bitch can afford me I'm about girl I did it with wardy And the places I go we making the dough It's whips when we land there bitch we don't visit we got land there So where frequent flyers we cheat on flyers so please be quite Yeah Dip Set you already know I'm so built for doing this here Yeah I'm high I'm twisted on tilt still doing this here Keep a thick chick with me Taggin along fat ass and thong attached to my arm I might grab it I might smack it tell her to tag it along mack and then we gone You already know Wherever I go You see the cop over behind him fronting rocking them diamonds Glocking my lining till I spot me a diamond Cause a bitch into fucking Talked her lips into sucking coughing up shit when I'm puffing Man I'm talking like shit ain't nothing popping cooks of chris and I'm stunting I plays the bar for the night But shit I got to start me fight I said excuse me doggs pardon these Nikes (and Ones nigga) |
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from Juelz Santana - From Me To U / Explicit Version (2003)
Ay yo, My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me I slang caine on these blocks for weeks Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed I was a tiny little poppy seed As grimey as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me I be laying in the cut where the sniper be Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat I don't think like usual people Who think like usual people, who don't think right I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move they people And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo and evil I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me It's like my life keeps turning around Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work Girls walk with they brain in their skirt So while you're fucker, they thinking Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason For the judge, for you take him and see him Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor So be careful, where you skating through this game Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain That's just the rules and regulations of the game When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so.. If not, those wolves aiming where you layin' And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket Fuck it |
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