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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Fiend]
What's going on out there in Soldier world, This fiend the excited private nigga act like you know me. Here to reperesent on Mia X Miss Mama Drama Shit.(Mama Drama Nigga) Here we have, Mac the shell shocker, skull dugery, C motherfucking murder, mystikal, and last but not least fiend the exicted private here to represent like this ya heard me? Chorus: Fiend (repeat 4X) Cock, bust, squeeze, aim We No Limit soldiers nigga you know our name [Mia X] What y'all niggas really come to do If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (fuck you) I said what y'all bitches really come to do If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (Fuck you) Tru niggas on the front line ready to squeeze Bitches think before you speak cause you don't want none of these Left, Right, left, roundhouse Cause every time I brings it on somebody gets knocked out About as bout it bout it as it gets it's that bitch Mia X lady no limit (yeah that bitch) Mama 4-star (yeah that bitch) You don't wanna go to war (That's that bitch) Drill me, I make ya feel me like ya dick in burning pussy Lyrical beats off in that street nigga I'm no rookie I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed The most respect gangsta bitch on the real Cause I will [Chorus x2] [Fiend] Whomp whomp Remember me I tote a shoty military gunfare just one day paper weight, hands and arrest legs I ain't scared, I done prayed for all the consequences brand new glock inventions and killers with bad intentions forget to mention don't mind my neck on the line Give my moms the insurance money and cards for valentines I ain't died burn no coffin don't pour no crony on me. Smoked in the zone stashed throw me taking what the owe me I the the soldiers in the fatigues, full of weed Ready to bleed behind what I believe The tank and we Indeed boy I hemed these, the message with bent knees And notes around their necks signed bitch Fiend sent these [Mac] I hit the block yelling shell shocked From the streets to the motherfucking cell block If you with me cock it back and them shells pop. If we gone die then we gone die letting off shots. Woah there nigga Don't fuck around, don't fuck around with this click, Cause haters eat dick and shit through them tubes bitch I used to murder murder back when I was seventeen, Got with that tank now it's all about that mean green And I get ya open like the waffle house. That shit get real when I pull that rifle out Kill kill mama drama told me bust, there aint't nothing to discuss So if you won't gone get the fuck if you ain't riding with us [Skull Dugery] Now everybody wants to play the game I brings the force like the Desert storm Bring the pain like the land bring Motherfuckers must dismiss when I enter they shit From house to house, to block to block to the project bricks Every hood them thuggish soldeirs taking over, I told ya. It's No Limit bringing the pain The other level of the game. Niggas disrecpet they get dealt with, You be in that pillow in that wooden box riding in that long black dick. You feelin this nigga you know one thing is real Fucking with No Limit niggas and top dog skills Niggas gonna get ya, Fell ya and then ya peel ya, Niggas you gonna feel this, Soldier shit ya dig it? [Chorus x2] [C-Murder] Nigga what? make some rum I'm about to throw down. I ain't no motherfucking homey but you about to get clowned. No limit soldiers get Rowdy, raise the roof like luke, we be some true tank doggs ask my niggas Fiend and Snoop Capital N-O capital L-I-M-I-T Until I D-I-E and that's no L-I-E. So bitch get off me before I spit some shit And break your ass off with a .45 and an extra clip They call me C-murder cause I put one in your dome I come through your set and leat you laying at home I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and G's No Limit soldiers don't fall off so fuck my enemies [Chorus x2] [Mystikal] If I come from around corner Imma knock up your head Shouldn't have been fucking with the nigga from enunciation Fucking with the nigga with the fucked up attitude and the bad pronunciation That's why I come across rude loud and obnoxious every other word gone be profane Farting spitting and grabbing my dick like I ain't got no fucking home training Even if it's 5 o'clock in the morning and the song ain't done I ain't leaving. I'll take all day but when I finish the bitch have your head hurting and your ears bleeding From having no money barley eating Not goning no where rarly leaving To steak and shrimp every evening gone all day, busy as a beaver I'm a soldier told ya, now I'ma show ya Doing it over, I got the end of the M-16 explode You don't wanna, ain't gonna go to war Shoot to kill, forward march [Chorus to fade |
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[bridge] Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang [chorus] Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya But Make Sure Dem Niggas Pay Ya I say dey wanna be pimps and playas Real Macks make em play fo flava 2x [Mia X] Mommamia Momma got sum education fo ya young ass shakers If its on his mind make him mash dat wit sum cash Fakers stay up in da club try ta speak dat weak game Dont be tryin to show no luv Nigga fuck your pocket change See its a new day and a new situation Started off flashing 20's in your safe combination Same nigga dats livin dat ballin life Could be dat same nigga dat make a lap dance of his wife Keep your combo tight And every line so smooth [voice] Den why u dancin den? Im payin my way through school A golden gurl smile Maken dem ends and I Fuck around and get a doctor or a lawyer tunite High maintenence bitches Make tha world go round But we'll go down and suck tha life up outta that thang Fo sho now Have yo ho while This lightened touch gon make u melt Cuz we dancin fo tha benjamins and fuckn fo tha Roosevelts [Mia X] Candy colored G-strings Gon keep da big willies hard 38 double d's got em screamin good lord Money waivin everywhere Gun smoke in the air Hennesy and absolute got em wanti |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
(feat. C-Murder, Master P)
[Master P talking:] (Yo man you high yet?) [Chorus:] Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you motherfuckers who you fucking wit Niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall Say niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall [Master P] Master P and Big momma we the Bonnie and Clyde of rap Nigga we strapped wit projects that's why we stay fully strapped And now the world wanna know why the fuck we a menace See how I make them say unhh then I came out with No limit But you see I hang with ex-convicts and motherfucking dealers And the world wanna P nigga is you really a killer Fuck the game I came to make change fuck the fame I came to put other motherfucking soldiers in the game And when I'm gone nigga I bet I make ghetto history But I don't give a fuck about my enemies cause I got my motherfucking tru niggas with me Silkk, C-Murder, Big Boz, and Mama Drama And I'm sending motherfucking one way tickets to the Bahamas See the ghetto got me stressed but fuck it I ain't gon cry But when I'm goneniugga make sure all my enemies die [Chorus] [C-Murder] Nigga ask yourself do youreally wanna fuck with this here Now think about it dog do you thinhk you gon see another year Bitch I'm Bossaline do you really know what the fuck that means That means that means I come to your set With no regrets and make you a dream See I'm deadlylike a motherfucking snake biting crack I've seen niggas with a fallen ? But they know they ain't never coming back I'm kinda like public service bitch I'll cut your lights off forever Bitch be spittin at your dome I'll get caught in rainy weather I rest in No Limit to the shit that I'll do you Nigga I'll cut your head off and send your body to a army look brutal Same shit when you cross my click you playa haters and snitches Tru niggas stick together so nigga fuck ya'll bitches [Chorus] [Mia X] Mama Mia southern girl fuck old susanna I totes Two blocks and rocks of camoflauge bandanna I keeps them on cock when I'm riding through the hood Cause soldier haters live for plottin something no good I wish you would try to get your rap an attested Mama I gots the kind of cash to make sure they never find ya I'm trying to do thre right and live my life in peace Help my soldiers make it better with the Colonel Master P But we can still get rowdy rowdy as fuck And we got millions of niggas riding with us Put em up for tru playas click tight for life And make shots at fake haters who ain't playin it right [Chorus: repeat to end] |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Mia X]
ya'll best to back the fuck on up it's mama drama my nigga i'm shiva with two heaters see I'm hardcore my nigga for sure my nigga ain't never been scared before my nigga ghetto from head to toe when I got some lyrical foe my nigga the mics the fo fo when trigga launchin my verbal scatter that shit ya'll do ain't worth the urine sticking in my bladder the yappin and the chit chatter don't even matter cause nothins fatter than rapper's faces after I verbally gat ya beat em like they was Hagler rip em like no good paper that's why they duckin Mia X hip hops new heavy weighter the soldier hater, disentegrator, major paper maker the gangsta rhymer, big timer I'm Mama Drama chorus [Mia X, Fiend] uhh, where my real niggas that we can ride us how many soldiers down to do what they gotta like Mama Drama uhh, where my real bitches that we can ride us how many soldiers down to do what they gotta like Mama Drama [Mia X] street date in all 51 states they can't wait to hear my lyrical murder the grim reaper, Mama Mia diva with the nerve ta sabotage ya'll, dressed in camouflage is my disguise daily I'm a batterd woman thats surrounded by them sharp kitchen knives baby you gon realize that I ain't to be played with I get payed with TRU, and I'm a made bitch so what cha you wanna do, better call your crew and tell em to come correct but everything this way sho gon get Xed hexed I'm a voodoo mistress roots on all my lyrics, Ri Ri strong enough to make AMC don't fuck around, huff puff, then I blow em out then they all fall down now they done told ya you gon know her when you see her when you do, you gon pay me cause I come to do some damage have em frantic runnin to the table with the record label sayin please would ya rap mine relief, hater she gon sit all in my face and gyrate I'm irate, ain't no mistakes I'm bout it bout it gangsta bitch rowdy rowdy TRU click with that gangsta shit I'm bankin 6 figures dog and I ain't lyin that's why Vibe gon let you know I'm in the high 9s I'm squeezin mine if you run up nigga tryin Mama Drama, Mia X, the underground unibomber what chorus X2 |
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Playaz meet me at the club cuz it's goin down Master P got a party and you know we gone clown It started at 10 ends when you leave So I guess that's tomorrow if you party like me I can't see the dancefloor cuz so many feet But dead smack in the middle's where I'm trying to be Valet got my Benz parked in VIP No doubt that's the section for the cars all paid out We in the house niggaz screaming T-R-U More ice on our bodies than an igloo Can we get you anything to make you feel at home All expenses on us Get your eat and drink on Money really ain't a thing That's why the name's No Limit Known for goin all out to have you all up in it So let's get it started And the real tru playaz gone shine at the party Chorus: repeat 2X Imma shine at the party Sportin like 10 karats Flex like seven figures Me and all my niggaz Gettin jiggy in the club All eyes on us And as far as money goes Yall know what's up Verse Two: My girls mix hennessy with alize We in full effect Now we got that rowdy crowd But all playaz ain't nobody tryin to get knocked out The guys got the poker game goin on in the back The ballaz baby the niggaz with the briefcase kinda cake High stakes fo sho head bustaz at the door You can't look in without four figures or more The place is like a fashion show Everybody's feeling right Big face Frank-i-lins falling from the sky It is our mama first lady of the tank Major crazy bank straight flossin think I ain't? Can't do how we do cuz we all tru Imitaters try to but that's on you Boo a party ain't a party unless we give it Cuz the party don't stop Chorus: repeat 4X |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
(feat. Fiend)
[Fiend/(Mia X)] Chorus I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped (I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split) I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped (I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split) Well let em have it [x2] [Mia X] You wanted drama so mama came squeezin shit, passin out clips Bustin domes, rippin flesh, exposing bones and yes I bring that, sending G's out barrel at ya, duck and run Now how far you think you really gettin with this infared on my fuckin gun Now workin for funds and I ain't the one hour hoe (for real) But I love to show where it's been tell your body so Look out for the riders open slider bitch from the TRU click And camoflauge totin cockin spittin droppin shit not Them bitches doubt I'm bout testin niggas nuts Alias in jacks we trust I'm known for shankin up Ranking up lyrically with the best MC's Cause ain't no studio up in me, real niggas feel these See Mia X is known for bringin wreck on top Too hard for the beats you niggas drop KL got the guns and open gunshots Got the trigger hap temper and the Fiend four sons A lyrical fiend at it's best and you bitches don't want none What [Chorus x2] [Fiend] The colonel gave me permission, Mama drama pass the word to her youngin Ask how I'm comin and will it get them haters runnin I ask do rats sleep in dungeons, ????? comin Do quick bullets get to hummin, damn right I'll bring the gun in Get done in like a knife at a gunfight cause I ain't right Keepin dope, smokin pipes, like a height cause I'm high as a kite I'm cryin to fight, I'm a swing with my might, my fist balled tight Man get it right, somebody best die tonight Somethin have drama came and as drama came then, then came murder Fuck your home I want your dome, call me your soul burgular Have you heard of a shocker server, takin weed to his trunk Bullets pump, and his cockin bad and louder then his womp womp When I play it I say it, suck one nigga if yous the man You man, caucasian, puerto rican, I don't give a damn All I'm sayin, well I ain't sayin fuck, I just want the rushin shit Bustin shit, screamin at em do you know who your fuckin with [Chorus till fade] |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS) No Limit fam. Uh TS. (TS) Yeah yeah yeah uh. NY to the NO. Puttin it down like what. Don Cartegena the leader. Yeah uh. Who gives a fuck about a nigga like you (like you) Bitch rap cats'll see right through (right through) East west man you know how we do (how we do it) Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you I'm from the streets of NY where the wind don't die We even try to bake the cake or pie ????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated I often made it through the cold stages Where the government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages Caucasians givin core cases P's chase us like horse races Battin down on all faces Everyday it's like the same old shit I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more hits Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life Don Cartegena, Mama Mia [Mia X] Yeah, that's right Chorus [Mia X/Fat Joe/Snoop] What's your point nigga, what you tryin to say We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4 [Snoop Dogg] Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash You move too fast and I'm a blast your ass Will a nigga do this or will a nigga do that Just know that my four four packed, don't pull back So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up I'm one up on every motherfucker in the giddame Act like you don't know my motherfuckin niddame And things won't never be the same again Ain't no slippin to the quicken, we hit this game again What's your name again, I'm the capital S You know the motherfuckin rest, I'm from the motherfuckin west Side of the coast, east side of the beach School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets Shit, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger I got love for real nigga so what's up jigga Chorus x4 [Mia X] I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river Where niggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya Still the southern hospitality is all good Just don't be fuckin around in none of them small hoods Mama Mia, the queen of the south Who states somethin like the one in my mouth Love the NO, represent it till the day that I die But I'm makin merges from CA to NY And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG And TRU soldiers nigga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin niggas I slang the pound different but we all about the drama Hit the enemies down Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down Get the ransom out this motherfucker Love of the hood, we stay representin Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song Chorus x4 [Snoop Dogg] Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Same shit, same shit. Same shit. Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood. >From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York. To Alabama. To motherfuckin Connecticut. Overseas where the G's don't even speak this shit. Same shit go down. Niggas need to unite, get this paper. Cause we on a mission. Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG. That's how we doin this shit. Peace |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
(feat. Big Ed, Steady Mobb'n)
[Crooked Eye] Bullets rain as we killers post it up and took aim Sellin dope, low and high, didn't notice he came We was all strapped slippin, didn't see he was there By the time I realized, bullets was hittin the air Just then my nigga whole neck got hit Saw he dropped and I knew we was in some gangsta shit He was professional, see my nigga kept on his vest Word was the killer was paid to put him to rest Bustin rounds, bustin back, tryin to empty the clip Tryin to move fast to save him, I knew he was hit Everybody at the scene who swore they was hard Had a strap deemin to bust, or squeeze out a far [Billy Bavgate] Ten figure niggas whippin gats and bezzles Bavgate still ridin like a rebel Bitches wasn't ready when the drama came Or Bavgate down to die for the Mama mayn I'm still heavy in the game, I'm the king of the Oak It's still the same cause the rap game is like the dope game I'm smokin a taylor, strapped down with my kaylor I walked up and dumped on the haters, you suckas can't fade us They mad cause we famous, money didn't change us Ghost Town, 7th ward, we armed and dangerous I'm thugged out with one in the chamber If you disrespect No Limit I'm a bang ya [Crooked Eye] Chorus Now tell me Nigga would you ride or run Would you crack under pressure when that drama come (Drama) Tell me would you live or die When them choppers start to split and that hot shit fly (Drama) [x2] [Mia X] Motherfuckers aint never gotta ask if I ride or run I'm Mia X, alias biggest mama two guns I done everything under the sun, been through it I'm TRU to it, fuck who it gotta be When the drama's goin down and I'm slightly affiliated Bitches gotta get eliminated off top When pressure drops I remain a hard knock Bitch from off the block where everybody got they shit cocked I rock that icy shit and roll with cut throats Ghetto wise guys, Billy Bav and Crooked Eyes Got to be a sad song blastin shit For that No Limit click mama smashin shit [Big Ed] When drama came she sat beside me so I said fuck it Whispered murder murder in my ear so I jumped in the bucket Drama had a street sweeper and choppers and split em Then she passed me them things and said let's get em (uh oh, ohhh) Is all you hear nigga before I click clackin Drama passed me the A-R with the full metal jacket Kick the door off the brackets, drama took me in Niggas know when I'm comin they see my dogs, ??? Drama taught me how to kill a nigga with fear Bitch niggas shouldn't be here (Uh oh, ohhh) Soldiers at war get the gats and bust Big Ed brought the drama and in drama I trust [Crooked Eye] [Chorus x2] |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Silk talking Yo Kl.....what the motherfuckin deal nigga fuck you make some shit like this for this shit too motherfuckin hard we just gon put this motherfuckin shit down yo Mystikal fuck that nigga see I got some rowdy niggas with me now Mystikal tell me how you put it down nigga what [Mystikal] I puts it down like my fuckin braids I puts it down like them 7 days of the unfertilized egg I put it down like a punk do pussy I put it down the way a fat bitch eat chocolate chip cookies I put it down like it's 300 pounds, SPOT ME I put it down the way Mr. T did the first time he fought Rocky I put it down like trap doors and slippery floors put it all the way down like privates to stripper's clothes I put it down the way you put down that shitty baby I come to get down, but I put down on sheets of paper they scared of it, the way I flow and how I think I puts it down like the round out the tank Silk UHH OHH told ya'll nigga we puttin it down that's it no more no less but I got Mac, Kane & Abel up next so Mac hit em with something tell em what they done got [Mac] whoaa I puts it down like them killas uptown or like when your momma catch you suckin somethin that you shouldn't suck clown (boy put that down) I puts it down like a live round murder murder or like them vegetarians do to hamburger I puts it down like when the cops say freeze motherfucker put that pistol down put your hands up and drop to your knees and when you see me lay it down don't nobody make a sound you know I spray it down if I catch you on my ground I'm that nigga with that pistol that hits you when you flex and go to jail do 1 day and get out cause I got connections and umm I puts it down like the last don soldiers get your blast on whoaa [Kane & Abel] I put it down like a nigga got snuck in the chin put it down like when the SGT holler give me 10 put it down like cement shoes when they drop in the river put it down like my rocks when the po pos chasin a nigga I put it down like a casket goin down 6 feet or something like them dice when they bouncin off the street put it down like some shit when it hit the toilet put it down like some coke when I'm bout to boil it put it down like babies fallin out the bed I put it down like the soldier rag saggin on Mac head put it down like Pippen on a fast break put it down like freaks hittin the ground after beat down on Jerry Springer tape wait put it down like shells hittin the ground when I'm bustin rounds put it down like beats by the motherfuckin pound KL in the 1st round Silk AHHHHHHHH Mama Drama and Fiend up next Nigga What [Mia X] I puts it down like pens and pad like Mama Drama rhymes with the mind of nostradamus the bombest droppin on Pearl Harbor nigga yeah that's the way I lets it go I puts it down like Reecee at the stone show I puts it down like four flats on the deserted row with no gun, phone, or triple eight to save you hoes I puts it down like mommsha's lips on satan's dick and you love it I puts it down like yea & glass, jars from waters bubblin still tubblin I puts it down like Roy Jones' opponents lookin up at the referrees so haters you don't want none I puts it down like sit down mothefucker be quiet I puts it down like billy clubs smashin heads during the riot excited cause I puts it down like that niggas hands when his fingers got a chance to feel past my underpants I puts it down like order in the court no doubt and lays it down like the motherfuckin rules in mama's house [Fiend] I come around hype put it down like how it sound like vicious I put my name on my game style tight like a dyke does bitches watch me excite these bitches once they know who I be bustin out the expedition ???????? did you see me on MTV blowin zone up in the zone put down my # on paper because I wanna put a down on I done clown zones, I'm a bust rounds on see I'm a Jones and I put it down like Cedric fame by louisiana up in the dome see I'm blown but usually I'm foolie when I'm bad with the toolie puttin it down like the first fan at I'm bout it the movie give me my tank and my duty pack a coolies and roll me a sweet when I'm up in them seats put it down like my first week to meet |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
(feat. Ghetto Commission, O'Dell)
[O'Dell] Ghetto living (ghetto living) Ghetto living (ghetto living) [Spade] My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't safe So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist I'm living in a strange place where all the odds are against me I'm doin bad and the shit you got is startin to tempt me We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime But that's the chances I got to take to escape all of this madness That put you in the casket for the cornbread and cabbage [Dolliolie/(O'Dell)] Lord knows I'm tryin to find an exit out the ghetto But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my pistol [Chorus] Ghetto living (Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong) Ghetto living (I been tryin a find a better way for so long) [x2] [Valerio] Soldiers die in my world but people look at killers like stars We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live behind bars Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had Never knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks My hood infested with crack, that's why I paint a picture so vivid I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss bitches and niggas that get convicted This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the players I'm talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the rhyme sayers That's why I ain't scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga I only fuck with the real, cause it's real in my battlefield I hope it's true what they say, and that the father forgives Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live [Dolliolie/O'Dell] [Chorus x2] [Mia X] This shit's goin get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel ya I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto bitch on the block My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks and bag weed Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of minors With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes They didn't get it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it I pity all them babies born from crack mama's But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I gotta Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry My best friend, my cousin and my man died Or should I say was murdered I know you heard the same stories before We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar bill This still life got us dying so young Precious Lord let the new day come Uh, come on Cause ain't no winning when your living like that It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap [Dolliolie/O'Dell] [Chorus x2] |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
[Chorus: see-Murder]
Don't blame me for the pain the world has caused Don't blame me for your own imperfectionate flaws If every individual were to accept his own blame I think the world would be a better change A better change Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots And my thoughts seepin into your brain like cooked rocks It's like a thick I have on a nigga mind is ??? why'all Sort of like ???????? of thugs To break off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit They say I'm overrated, but I'm highly educated Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU soldiers of the black folks See while why'all gone, I'm a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto I feel like it's my duty, I be elected through spirit One of the chosen few soldiers from the infamous No Limit Records, a cooliation of highly respected ghetto millionaires and servents Just some independent brothers that deserve it Now don't point your finger partner, just practice what you preach Cause it really ain't my fault playa, so don't blame me [Chorus] [Mr. Serv-On] Believe me If I had my wish I'd robbin every day nigga wake Cause if you let the world tell em my lyrics are the reason why Lil niggas took the pains they can't take Or the troubles he left behind Why I gotta be the vision I ain't even lookin at when your child choose music and he choose mine But if you was a better parent he wouldn't look up to my kind And time life taught me The last minutes of your life is like bail, you either make it or you don't You either goin love me or you won't But don't blame me when your child ain't got enough to eat And nigga I appreciate if you goin buy my CD's But why'all ain't got a decent pair of shoes on his feet The streets taught me you gotta accept your blame and don't blame it on others I look at my mother and I watch her suffer But we beat the bad times in uptown And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around We made it on our own And turned a fucked up life into a happy home [Chorus: see-Murder] [Mia X] Don't blame me because my skin tone's like God's own The oldest skeleton was chose to be an Africans born I'm from a strong race of people who can never be denied Every tear we cry's like rain water and so our sea dries Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb They'd rather see us doomed, placin flowers on tombstones But BeBe's kids multiply while why'all tryin to plum to save your own Label me wrong because I spit the raw real Why'all feel all my verses, even if I curse it's straight through em Screw em, I takes my blame, you hypocrites make me sick Tryin to sabotage my arches, thoughts stay on some scandalous shit Get a grip on the way you truly live Entertainment can't raise your little kids Run your households You got to mold their minds and tell them what to look out for Gangsta rap won't be a cop out no more [Chorus] - 2X |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
This song is dedicated to all the responsible brothers other there
Whos how love and support to their children I'd like to say thank you Cuz I have a very important man in my life He means the world to me He helped make into the strong woman I am today I'm talkin about my Daddy Verse One: I think back to the first time I messed up You knew that I need to be But you couldn't chastise me Daddy's little girl Most precious of all You loved me more than anything Your real life babydoll Bounced me on your knee Taught me how to throw my set up Said you ain't got no brothers Fight dirty Don't take nothin Saw you bustin your butt to keep the bills paid Saw you hustlin for extras For more pay you made a way And tried to keep us happy up in the house Cuz you wasn't tryin to see Your queen or your princess pout Doubtin out sometimes But you tried to hide your pain And be a tru playa in this white man's game Never called my mama out of her name Showed respect Never put your hands on her Even when she backed you in a corner So Iwant to say you are appreciated And this love song is dedicated to my daddy Chorus: repeat 2X Thank you Daddy I know that I'm blessed To have a father like you Cuz you've done your best Under so much stress in the crazy world God knows you tried Even when they got your hands tied Verse Two: Remember when I came home seventeen and pregnant And unexpectedly But your disappointment never did show You looked me in my teary eyes Then you smiled Put yoru arms around me Said my baby's giving me a grandchild Showed my boyfriend love too Didn't come preachin or beefin Just said you know what you gotta do And when he didn't You didn't rub it in You just did his part And tried to heal my young broken heart I thought the things you said way back for certain was jus to try and keep me a virgin But with all the hurtin and the drama I been through I wish I would have listened to you Cuz it was all true Daddy the man who loves me unconditionally Thru thick and thin You'll always stand by me (fo sho) Daddy I love you with all my heart You're my souljah My hero My shining star Thank you Chorus: repeat 2X Verse Three: I gotta give love to all the real strong brothers Responsible daddies Even if you're not with your baby's mothers Your support Your love and your time Helps keep your children in the right frame of mind And to the single fathers out there Much respect I'm a single parent too So I know where you're at And where you're coming from baby But it's gonna get better Hold your head through the stormy weather And stand your ground firm And all my sisters with good men at your side It sure feels good to see the ??? family rise I've cried joyful tears Happy as can be To see man woman and child As one family See the cards are stacked up against us y'all So we gotta work it out Can't let em see us fall But most of all Thank you God Cuz for years I had an example of what a real man is My daddy Chorus: repeat 2X Oh I wanna thank you for all you've done for me I wanna thank you |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Somebody better tell these dumb hoes somethin
Cuz when I roll thorugh I ain't gone say nothin Ain't shit to talk about Cuz I can do without the souljah hatin Them hoes is jealous of my fame and the money that I'm making Got they heads aching So they acting like they got beef Knowin damn well if htey see me they gone speak I'm Mama I'm respected y'all know this But shits gone really get hectic If y'all don't stop slow this ??? down now The issue ain't who I'm loving or fucking The big issue's billboard cuz I'm on top of it The issue is I got my kids up out the projects And bought my moms a new house Before my second album came out Respect my mind I took my grandparents out the hood I'm seein to it that their golden years be all good So bestill the fact that I ain't selfish or greedy Ask my people am I there when they need me Like dat Chorus: I'ma leave you hoes in the same place No progess Talkin bullshit while I elevate And I'ma keep looking out for the real But I don't give a FUCK how the rest of y'all feel And I'ma keep on learning the game And I encourage all the my souljahz to do the same I come in peace and I try to pack fair But if you want to I will take you there Like dat Now I don't owe a motherfucker a god damn thing And I earned the right to be the biggest mama on the tank I sacrified beaucoup Put in so much work Kept it TRU cuz I'm TRU And represented my turf Downtown seven ward hard head Ya heard Around a gang of uptown niggaz Straight screamin the third Been bout it Been rowdy Been throwin for mines It was just me and Jill on the scandalous rides No hip hop lines to make me sound hard It ain't no act It's a fact When it's on I go off But as God as my witness I love being nice Until this playa setting in my household was right I like to just be me While you be with your knot I'm trying to stay on top with TRU niggaz fo sho And we extend our hands to pull up more Like dat Chorus: repeat 2X |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Yo, I'm Silkk the Shocker, know I'm saying? Everybody's like if they ever meet me They'll do to me, come on, NOT!!! But I'm looking for somebody who could teach me Something I don't even know, for real Know I'm saying? [Verse 1] [Silkk] Yo, yo, yo, imagine this, flash my wrist When I grab you, miss Do everything, but if I forget something, ask me Trying to do it til you're happy You're a teacher, so teach me, when I make it to school I'ma stay in detention for a while 'cause I'm a thug so usually I break a few rules Imagine pleasure from night time, fin to get sun in Uh huh, receiving gifts, never ever have to trip on no money So when you need me, know where to reach me Beep me if you wanna get freaky I know a lot, a few things you could teach me about sex [Chorus] [Porsha] Sex is something when your body is pumping, thumping [Silkk] Sex is something when your body is thumping [Porsha] Sex is something when your body is bumping, bumping [Silkk] Sex is something when your body is thumping (repeat twice) [Verse 2] [Porsha] Welcome to the school of professionals We can get it soaking wet while you get us going Anything goes when it's easy to score There won't be a move and you can't ignore So here's your lover, instructor today Any questions you may have after class, I'll demonstrate And we'll take it slow, and when it starts to drip Just sip and let it flow While I undress you, I caress you, show you how I test you And along with your body, I recognize, gotdamn pretty brown eyes Allow me to sex educate you as I roll baby all through the night [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Mia X] Mama is the best teacher Certified in opening wide, guaranteed to please ya Mia, that southern diva Keeps you hotter than grandma's heater Be the one you call when you want your toes to curl From my up and down, and my round and round But remember I'm a rodeo girl And I fulfill your dreams, I know you know what I mean Legs spread like 9:15 I rip this thing so mean, bout it bout it, no doubt Have you sweating like a Jane Fonda workout Put the lights out, we done had enough mirror time Now we bout to get down and dirty Deeper, daddy, harder, do your thing 'cause it don't hurt me Work me and I'ma work you, put my lips on that thing too Deepthroat and never ever ever choking Make you swear you're seeing stars boo We ain't through, it's a all night thing Just ride thin til the cops come knocking Like that, I don't take no slack I am to please, and all my students come back [Chorus] [Silkk talking] Know I'm saying, the only thing you could teach me must be sex Huh, well, let's get class on and go to work A'ight |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it. So who goin first? [Mia X] It don't matter to me Boo. [DJ KLC] Well we gone flip for it. Call it in the air. [Mia X] Heads. [Mac] Tails [Mia X] Mac you up first. [Mac] Say KL. Since I gotta go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more time for the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. Ya heard me? Check it Verse One: Mac Street camo Cover my flesh I'm one of the best in the contests They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest If all you wanted was rest Then I'm your Nyquil guy Your night time sniffin and stuffiness I kill with one shot The murder murder verses Quench lunatic's thirsts I get pussy from nurses Comin from churches The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N I'm deadlier with my pen Then niggas with the mac 10 But that was back then In 98 I'm strapped Cuz I'm on the map Ain't afraid to bust a cap And I get paid for bustin raps I like them ghetto girls Y'all can have them super models Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles I get the game from my nigga V9 I get the beats off the 3-9 Them niggas can't see mine I'm lyrically a therapist A fuckin terrorist Boom Boom! I never miss I'm on the next level Chorus: repeat 2X [Mia X and Mac] Well I'ma flip it like this And I'ma rip it like that And I'ma rip it like that And I'ma flip it like this Verse Two: Mia X When the smoke clears I'ma still be here nigga Mic in my hand Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me You cross my path You gets flipped in my wrath The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up I rips it up from the gut Like Jack the Shanka Man Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand The better man's gone be Mama And you know this nigga On the top or the bottom I'ma show this nigga He's goin to sleep I'm too deep The lady alligator Stick your seven inches in the swamp And I'ma fade ya I made you motherfuckers recognize the south For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth About drama Bout paper Bout settin it off Fuck the verbal fantasies My shit is real y'all. Chorus: X4 Verse Three: Mac and Mia X [Mac] Pass me the mic And let me dig into they chests Like AK bullets through they proof vests In a shootin fest I murder emcees like media Mac the street encyclopedia Who wanna test me? Bless me with somethin knottin Bitches who start pussy poppin Rhyme I quote em Nines I told em Like wallets I'm rock solid And I like it when they suck and swallow it I'm hardcore Fuck that slangin and shit Cuz when I'm on the mic Niggas be bangin and shit [Mia] I love them buck wild crowds Mama be center stage Throwin lyrics at them niggas Like hand grenades You can' take the projects out of a bitch like me Six figures make me throw bigger block parties Still warm my bed with a thug nigga of course (fo sho) Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoes Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son Off top, then leave the studio with my gun cocked What |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Dear Jill I've been trying to do my thing Since you've been away But I think about you everyday It's still hard I'm still bitter Still missin you sister I pour out a little liquor Spray your favorite perfume We hit the blunt now and then Bust out laughin and chokin Cuz me and you really wasn't bout no smokin Your mom is coping but it's so rough I can see it in her eyes I can't stand to be around her too long She makes me wanna cry Why do God sometimes take away the good ones That's the big question that's got everybody stressin Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers Who can't stop mourning for their sons and daughters It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays We try to keep busy, taking extra work days My hurt days is when I go to ? Cuz I ain't got my girl to split it with I really get sick When I think about that dirty nigga But mentally I know he's gettin his That makes me sleep better I'm never gonna let your memory die Even though a big part of me died when you left us I bought my moms a house The kids are gettin so big Even got me a man and all We call him Hotboy Our kinda nigga Thugged out, slugged up Bad temper known for tearin shit up He treats me nice though But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard To stay on the right track and stay on guard Lord knows that I love you, my friend And I'ma end this until we meet again I miss you, Jill Chorus: repeat 4X Fallen, fallen angels I can't believe that you are gone I'm standing here all alone |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Mia X] [Mystikal] You sho' you ready? (Fuckin right.. nigga what?!) MC.. (Whoa) This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?) Fuck that mask we don't need no mask they know who we is anyway! What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business Take everything and break out You feelin me? [gun cocks] [Mia X] Well let's let them niggaz have it We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin around This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen All action, all cappin, fuck yappin Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools [ Chorus: Fiend [repeat 2X]] Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all Always your ass if you don't give it up [Mystikal] Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all Cut up that fuckin remake, and give me that sample Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example Bag the loot then, cover the camera Give me the fuckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me! Snatch a fuckin hostage then run out with the manager Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name! [GUN FIRES] Listen close motherfucker If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company! [ Chorus ] |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
Damn, this shit is cold
No matter how hard you try to come up There's always a motherfucker who got their foot in your back These days a few motherfuckers I mean there's more haters than soldiers and playas Trying to understand whats going on Niggas trippin, white folks slithereing around I pitty all them sad motherfuckers Who you trying to see bitch Acting like you know me You don't even wanta run up on this biggest mama don-es Push the bomber shit out the back door Crack, china and herb headed straight to the suburb Ain't nothin changed but the route my Legend takes To shake the crooks that's out to to stick me for my papes I hate to make my hollow tips follow the red beam But I can't let you hatas steal my dreams I'm duckin sireens, daily Cause crooked officers is known to take your Cheddar cheese right up off of you I'm warning ya Flamboyant niggas and bitches, high-sidin them illicit riches I bear witness to the way they kicked in the front door Slam me on the floor, steel up against my temple Beatin on my man and callin us outloud names This type of shit ain't gonna never change It's all in the game Ghetto thang got my name ringin way in your hood I'm paranoid but at the same time wishing you would Test me Cause you gonna get handled Your corpse will dangle from a magnolia tree As an example, I trample the many in my life time I aints boastin, but if you cross me Me and my niggas will be posted up, to tear shit up Straight casket stuff Nonstop cause we aint trying to hear the word enough I pitty you and your whole crew Trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad I don't give a fuck how many Bet every penny The tank won't leave any to tell about it I pitty you and your whole crew Trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad I don't give a fuck how many Bet every penny The tank won't leave any to tell about it Ya'll heard of No Limit So ya'll know I'm about the power moves we pullin Dping the type of shit That you Uncle Tom's wouldn't even think about So nigga stay in your place Before thise Down South Hustlers invade your space and take it We know you're hatin on us and wanta see us at the bottom Plottin at the same time the fedz is watchin Trying to catch something, but they can't Why ya'll trying to bring a jeep to war against the tank Just paint a cleaner picture about this family and you will see Mama on the throne and soldiers kissin my finky ice Nothin nice, full blown connects Seen alot of blood spilled behind my family's respect Check the rap sheets, they ain't hard to find Attempt convictions but nothin stickin Against this click And the tru mission's almost complete We about to have this industry at our feet Slaughter the week and shine on all you envious hoes I'm gettin mine while you knuckleheads is chasin fools Those who got the nerve to spit viscious Yea I heard ya But abortion is the only type of murder You bitches can tell them niggas stop rightin your wrongs Cause real bitches speak their own mind I pitty you and don't come unless you slangin some mine Cause we trying to dead your whole crew I pitty Pitty is from the bottom of my heart Annialation is a promise If you stop to mama Mia No Limit, my TRU family You better know this I pitty you and your whole crew Trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad I don't give a fuck how many Bet every penny The tank won't leave any to tell about it I pitty you and your whole crew Trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad I don't give a fuck how many Bet every penny The tank won't leave any to tell about it I pitty you and your whole crew Trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad I don't give a fuck how many Bet every penny The tank won't leave any to tell about it I pitty you and your whole crew Trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad I don't give a fuck how many Bet every penny The tank won't leave any to tell about it |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
[1: Mia X]
What, what, what, what, what, what, what Huh nigga, huh nigga what, huh nigga what what what what Huh nigga what, what huh nigga what [Verse 1] The crime started off, bloody It's about pistol whippins and kickins Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia) Cause you hoes gon' listen Taught to issue the pain And distribute some cocaine Can you fuck man, nah nah I'm known for loosen' brains Bitch you think that I'm playin' Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf Gon' say goodbye to your health Got heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don't fumble Stackin' tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles, rumble It ain't no thang bitch I'm straight off the tank Niggas second in motion, I'm a fool with that shank No, I ain't 2 be trusted When I sneak I'm straight bustin' ya mouth And ya nose and your eyes gon' close, swole My kid sister Sherry puttin' big holes, in ya Po-po's trying to find the next nigga ya kin to Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters My lace tip split ya fuckin' decision maker Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on But make it known, official it's on [Chorus] I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes [Verse 2] When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty Shoot now, fuck the convo nigga ain't no stoppin' When it's on we poppin', street sweeper straight knockin' What, what cocaine and trains leavin' niggas in gutters Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckers Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it's gonna be I'm choppin' down your whole family tree Forget me not, it's too hot Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty Better act in a hurry or I'ma load it with thirty Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and kilos And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocks Bag em' after the chop, push em' out the back door Have the prepiest hoes runnin' buku dough Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone Gotta love Jones, for whackin' chrome upside niggas domes If it's on then it's on ain't no need to delay it Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I ain't to be played wit' [Chorus x2] [1: Mia X to fade] |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
[KLC]
Hey, yo Mia! [Mia X] What's up [KLC] What you think about this beat right here You can do something with this [Mia X] Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire [KLC] Now that's what I'm talkin' bout I need you to drop some mackin' ass shit off this You don't have none of that huh [Mia X] Nigga you know I got some of everything I'm Unlady Like (Door Knocking) Who that is [KLC] That's ya beat [Mia X] Oh, OK well come here baby, why you holdin' up, you know I love you I know you still ain't trippin cause you seen that nigga downtown I don't care nothing about him You ain't seen no kissing, you ain't seen no hugging, none of that No emotions cause I give all my emotions to you You want me to make you feel extra special Now look at ya I see you trying to fight that smile back off ya face My baby, please don't give it to me, now give me some sugar Alright now, you know you my million dollar nigga So why don't you go on and make it happen for mama [Verse 1] See I flip scripts on niggas blow they mind like the wind Iceberg Slim pimped hoes, but I got my money and clothes from him Gator skin boots and purses for my slick verses When I ride it I twerk it, leave they body jerkin' and twitchin' Then I position my frame of thought Spit game, eye contact so it can soften his heart I lie if I have to even cry if I have to But in the end it's the law, they gon' buy what I ask for No rushin' I make sling it all then bring it all to me I used to be a rider, flyer now I'm retired see I took lessons from Big Vie and 67 She still got them niggas down to do whatever I ain't gon' lie it's well known, I'm a fool in the bed And I understand full blown, niggas suckers for head Raw skills leave em' for dead, toes curl then shed Moaning, sighing, shivering like a little ol' bitch Just the art of pimpin' and pussy whippin' excites me After hearing the show ladies wanna be just like me Shiesty, to keep my queen property and nice ride My game's so tight it's unladylike [Phone Conversation] Hey darling, it's daddy put mommy on the phone Yeah Barbara it's Richie yeah look I ain't never coming home no more Take it easy [Verse 2] I ain't right, cause I especially Send my nigga out to play on and flirt with other broads with big cheese I even dress him and tell him to say the shit we like to hear Tell her you want a committment and wanna build shit with her Don't forget to lick the pussy nigga, eat your Wheaties Cause you gon' need to bust about three or four nuts, no speedys Cook the breakfast and the flowers only He gon' comeback knowin' where the safe's at, And he gon' take that and bring it on to mama Send me off to relax, with my girls in the Bahamas Sipping pina coladas And I'ma be on the sand, plotting on his friends Especially the dark one with the six-hundred Benz His ends is long, he say he don't buy me shit Two weeks later, that same nigga, I was driving his shit With the keys to his crib, Prada full of his G's Knew the secret hiding place for the China and weed All my need he's trying to fulfill Wanna be my number one, every time I make him come It's like the boy gets dumber and dumber Cause mama say I got him under a gree-gree Take me shopping in New York, let them repossess her car, unladylike [Phone Conversation] Yeah, man your not ruining my whole day, just do what I say Man just the other day I run into the law He up and out left with all my ends, ya dig Man I love my baby, I'm waiting for her to come back She has been gone three months man, damn [Verse 3] Nigga, MC's is always talkin' bout the game they got Wanna be pimps and playas but what about that beef cock Heifer, that got you missing studio sessions And got you calling her all day sweatin' Is you the same nigga to get on a mic and say fuck a ho Even though the one you love is up in ya bed, giving head To the nigga that I sent, coming back giving me fifteen percent Now, now I listen to your record and I laugh You weak for ass, and you know this compare the math Talkin' to a real pimp and I'ma drop it Cool off nigga, I know ya mad but don't knock it The truth hurts like life's a bitch And she happens to be down with No Limit, and money shit Mama Mia, x-rated, extra hard, extra tight, extra unladylike |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
Mia X is back and I came to out rap
You so, get out my face before I smack you hoe Yeah you know respect who I am Cause if you mess with me I'll take ya man Well I'll take ya man right out your crib And make him do the shit for me that he never did So when you see us together perfing in the place Super shocked, got the dick look on your face Go head roll your eyes, talk some shit But you ain't bad enough to get em up with this bitch Now you can call me a raw man stealing hoe But I couldn't take you nigga unless he's ready to go You know what's up I'm all about chin checks Mia X gets wrecked on dumb young ?? Like you fucked the rest of your crew Them hoes getting somewhere when I starts to shoot I gives a damn You know who I am Fake bitch don't play me close Cause I'll take yo man I'll take yo man Ya fiancee your husband The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends And when I say I will you know I can Don't fuck with me Cause I'll take yo man I'll take yo man and bitch you got to deal with this Its not a bet or a threat Its a damn promise From me to you Think you the shit I send him back with the news that he's pussy whipped And packing all his shit You thought you had that locked But now I push his Lex truck up and down the block Cheddar knots, ice rocks, hands get frost bite Shopping sprees to Loisviller after just one night Nothing nice, boss skills in the b-e-d Close your shop once my legs spread a quarter to three The biggest Mama sippin Mo Still running the show Got your man on a mission body ?? my dough Hoe you don't know if ya coming or going Look at you face, the jealousy's glowing And showing, don't player hate Get your shit tight I flow bolo so so unladylike On the mic think twice this bitch ain't no joke I'll stomp your ass like a southern cockroach For short, I'm the hoe who spoiled your wedding plan Peep us walk hand in hand bitch Me and your man I'll take yo man Ya fiancee your husband The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends And when I say I will you know I can Don't fuck with me Cause I'll take yo man I'll take yo man Fucking right, just for spite Cause you's amongst a many bitches that I do not like But I really don't want him That nigga just a rep hunter I'm only doing it to get up under Yo skin, show you that your nigga dicking Me, talking bout the things he can do for me Please me, spoil me rotten The feelings that he had for you they are forgotten While I'm plotting on the Swiss and the cheddar The better bitch The clever bitch that any weather shit together bitch Handles your nigga like a rookie Got his mind got his money Got his face in my pussy A licky licky Ride him like a pony Act a fool his dick don't get hard for you No more whore got you with a headache Blowing up his pager trying to plead your case To late ya x'd out its best you understand You ain't shit no more I got yo man I'll take yo man Ya fiancee your husband The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends And when I say I will you know I can Don't fuck with me Cause I'll take yo man Most broads have niggaz that love to hold You be at my show on the very fisrt row I flipped the script macked his game plan (Biggest Mama your with this Macho Man) Now you know I know I got your Man, check him out you see what I mean Tricking all this cream Even his niggaz scream (Go Mia its your world Go Mia its your world) Its so easy to get involved with this sister Ain't no ifs or buts, ask your nigga Pussy be the bomb, cause my game is cool Its non-speculation Your nigga said so Revenge is sweet, but payback's a trip Dumb bitch, you won't know which is which But I'll tell you this Don't try and step to this jam Because if you do than I'll take your And I'll take your and I'll break your Man |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
(feat. Mystikal)
[1st Verse:] A lyrical ruckus has erupted And fucked wit' yo' manhood When I get up and start bustin Niggas just be like *ugh* Get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama's endin' this shit Been in this shit My aim is to disfigure yo' style And put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaks Meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block And KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit's tight Just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers? Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya Why you niggas be lyin' on records? Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D.O's to I don't know, but check it Why y'all fakin' tha funk? I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limit Belongs to us, let's get straight [Chorus: Mystikal] Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia [x2] [2nd Verse:] Now I'm unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!! I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride Do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no I threw the K well away, so it's so swell it stays so What you know about me is just I'm 'bout it, 'bout it And that our mob's T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate My brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8 Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC And hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware Y'all ain't even comin' close to what they puttin' out there My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all You Milli Vanilli hens who ain't got no pen better know No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it With the gold and platinum finish Let's get it straight [Chorus] [3rd Verse:] Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shit About my family P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain't even trippin Punk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we'll buy up every Publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday Nigga think we can't? Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank I'm tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I want But best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I know You don't, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant You hit. One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the Fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through Yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it's crime Because you listenin And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousy Got you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?! We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of all We still black owned and independent, let's get it straight! [Chorus: Both] [Mystikal] Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, Get it Straight! [Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia... [Mystikal] So the next time you say "Yo Mama", You better slow down, and think about what you doin'! [Mia X] I'm out this bitch!!! |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
(feat. TRU (Master P, C-Murder, Silkk))
[Mia X] 1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma. Click tight, for life, family ties. That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga. All for one and one for all, that's how we ball. TRU, forever, that's my family We be's on top the cheddar pile Wet you up like the Nile Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9 Mia's kid sister, buckin misters and misses for figures Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya It's the biggest mamma showin love to my sons and brothers And we gon blow the roof right off this muthafucka For the niggaz ridin with this TRU click, it ain't No Limit To my loyalty and strong arm authority Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap opera Downtown hoes unload when the ??? choppers knock ya Head off in a split, put ya lips Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment For this click, I don't mind dyin, takin a stand In line, while bustin my 9 I'm tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration We ain't bout fakin We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon Takin no shorts and nothing that'll do I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever TRU [Chorus X4] I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead (we bout it, bout it) TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy) [Master P] Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya But my homegirl is hella hard Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large Gangbangin on this dope set Smoke any nigga, bitch a click, like a cigarette Now that's one to grow on If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on Cause we be bout killin, bout murder Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles Hustlin hard to pay the rent Mamma cryin cause I know this don't make no fuckin sense But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs To stake my keys, to make OZs Work in the project An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack TRU niggaz stick together cause we ballin One for all, if we fallin [Chorus X4] [C-Murder] I'm tatooed up (No Limit) and TRU to the game Steady mobb'n, you muthafuckas know my name Down for whatever at the drop of a dime With my TRU niggaz cautious on my rhyme, pick up my 9 Like that, but we be comin like this Don't fuck with this click or ya might get lynched Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin Due to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin No hesitation, you layin a stank C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank We stick together like crazy glue Ya'll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my fickin crew Bow down, and give No Lomit it's props Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers They asked me would take a bullet for ya homie Ready to die for any stomach with a TRU tatoo on it Get more support than a city after a hurricane Radios and videos, now everybody know my name We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU [Chorus X3] [Silkk] 4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew Nigga, it's a must, it's a trust If ya tell me what aim, I'm a bust See one by one, niggaz doin shows month by month We ain't nothin nice TRU niggaz roll tight like fuckin blunts Fuck them bustas that lookin for us Nigga, we ain't hard to find Fuck em, hidin, I'm probably makin a 500 SEL With my convertible top down And my cellular phone just ridin Mia told me, represent Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies Would you take a bullet for the president? Nah, but I'd take a bullet for my TRU homie I thought you knew, homie Ya'll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers Everything I know Been got in for murder to muthafuckin kidnappin Ya'll mad cause we hustle, ya'll ain't Ya'll mad cause ya'll can't stack bank I'm actin bad for the tank Ya'll do what ya'll could, I'll do what ya'll can't Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just like dank For everytime I'm puttin in work, add stripes to my rank Nigga, we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha Nigga, if ya ball, I'm there for ya, if ya fall I'm gon catch ya Cause I'm gon put it down for all my hustlas Who be nationwide ballin TRU niggaz ain't fallin, we callin From California to New Orleans Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I'll never do Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I'm 4ever TRU [Chorus and fade] (I thought you knew, Mia X, C-Murder, Master P, Silkk the Shocker 4ever TRU, 4ever TRU, TRU, TRU, TRU...) |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
(feat. Big Ed, Fiend, Mr. Serv-On)
[Big Ed] My initial's explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies' corpse exposed Cats when they told ya, now D-Body did the work and I'm loaded I bust for niggas that down, gat to gat combat military tactics So watch your set, cause the gat's a constant threat Bet that I won't have a problem with cueing my killers I got G's in the hood, and warriorettes slicing they some peelers Rip the skin off your back, from your neck to your ass crack Nigga it ain't my body, can't believe that you asked that T-R-U tatted on my abdomen, been a killer since the eights age of ten Got the crowds jumping So what you wanna do, what ya thank I have skunks that'll match your carcass saying damn that nigga stank AR fifteens spitting shells like a elephant Apologies are relevant, haters start protecting put out hits Cause this is Ed a.k.a. Assassin Me and my sister Mia X, we just counting cheddar laughing [Chorus: Fiend, (Big Ed), & {Mia X}] Bring da drama, (If you got it on ya mind) Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours} Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click) Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch} Bring da drama nigga, (If you got it on ya mind) Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours} Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click) Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch} Bring da drama nigga [Mr. Serv-On] Some bomb ass click for the latest, hey the greatest I bring da drama, safe by ya mama When you leave the house, this is what I been about Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine Bringing in choke lines, it's my year Strike fear in ya place when I hit the face Bow down, bow down just in case I feel like causing problems at your way Mama don't shake, know I'ma stay Lay in rest your baby done took em' to the chest And I be the culprit The baddest motherfucker south of Army Southern Fuck ya life, done passed the light, that's all you saw Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbers It's a bloody summer, gun runner Son of a bitch quick to slit your throat I like some oats at the same time drink the blood of a goat Now please let me lay happy as hell in the smoke And let these motherfuckers choke Off the lyrical, count em' days Call the paramedics, it's an emergency I done brung the fucking drama, ya heard me, Serv-On [Mia X] I close shop on the block, now Tow, what you wanna do, I'm coming through Hell naw, it them bitches now bitch get off me, biggest Mama Mia Lady Smith & Wesson nine milli heater, wreckin' em' Always got insubordinate say no you ain't no friend of Mia You cannot see this ghetto diva, get rich either So she wants to be a, but she's neither Get her there, her central plans have been deviated Tell em' why, her ho styles have yet to be appreciated She's been waiting to see the fire from a real ho No doubt who brings the noise like them bitches in a jailhouse From el jay, or even worse a setback on a cold day Those who play I hate, let it be known that I regulate Will steal ya fate after just one rhyme And chick ya left a buck jump after second line it's my time So I bust without hesitance, every word man is evidence Niggas clear the way cause ya lyrically impotent Soft and mama likes it hard no doubt I ride with the tank takes shots for the south So bring the drama nigga [Fiend & (Mia X)] Bring da drama, (Find that ass in a ditch) Bring da drama nigga |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
(feat. Fiend, Mac, KLC, Kane & Abel, Mr. Serv-On)
[Mia X] I'm mama superior, bitches recognize Don't a damn thing move until I hear "mother, may I" I chastise, with ruger nines and hollow tips, venom dipped With dums dums baby, but you don't want none Six sons indeed, they be The Baddest Most Criminal, Serv-On and The Camoflauge Assassin Actin up always bullets bringin tears But you best not say shit about my kids, or you gets did Lit up like Christmas trees Wanna be mommy's understand who I am, the biggest of all Runs my household and holds down your block Open up shop, don't make me knock Your dick in the dirt, I hurt, behind the cheese and the products Faceless corpses found shot up from plastic toys Yeah, we bout some funky noise Eighty six Ma Parker and her boys, this is mama's family [Fiend] May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click (Mama Mia) May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click [Fiend] With Fiend's Mr., watch me hit em, get em, for mama I'm a split em And let my desert eagle lit em, fill em, family forget em Kill em, pop ya, my guidelines are improper Gettin fit ever since I was cristined them glocks Handlin my chopper, my bullets they penetrate Fuck the money rate when I was hungry as a Hatian Mama may I forever stay high (fa sho), for safe keepin Stay fiendin baby, cause I'm more devil then human being Money schemin, supplying my workers with birds and dealing Because mama understand that my hustlin has a meaning The reason to stay passive, I ain't here no more Addicted from havin it, from the ceiling to the floor Fa sho and dedicated to my family chromosone The Pope, come get it badder Fiend, now tell me the war zone Black strong, puttin red dots on Uncle Sam Continuin to be a bad man (bad man) and grams for Fiend [KLC] I said my mama was a rolling stone to the bone Wherever she lays her piece of chrome is her home (there it is) As long as she wants it to be there, bitch ass niggas beware The spot where your standing I really wouldn't want to be there Now see there, KL don't back down My little brother's a pair, standin straight over there I get respect like Elliot Ness, so how you figure Old punk ass, broke ass, bitch ass niggas I brings drama like you spit on my mama And before you think to steppin best done pause like a comma Cause I done lays niggas down flat like that Bitch on your stomach or back So I don't wanna hear no bullshit About my brothers that I roll with and my brothers that I pull hoes with Cause it's a blessing to get this ass whoopin and a lesson Now come and get this real session Lesson one, never fuck with my mama or brothers Two, buckshots flyin as we burn another To the motherfuckin three, get somewhere when I get there To the four, like I siad before niggas I don't pack fair Motherfuckers been in benches I'm pushin a forty thousand dollar machine sittin on fuckin twenty inches All paid out without a doubt We rumble like the Bronx, and a bag that'll blow your fuckin back out So mama I wanna get into some gangsta shit But they don't wanna get into no gangsta shit They all played out and they can't say shit That's all I gotta say now mama that's it [Kane & Abel] Dear mama, they want your tubes tied cause you get so gangstafied Fuck it we ride smokin that cannibus, Homocide grease it hotter then peppermint Fuck scimilac, mama fi'n to jack Mama taught me how to cook crack, if niggas bangin too then bang back Cause that, I keep my gat close to hand, Niggas stuntin like Jackie Chan I fill em with lead, leave em dead, With they hand lookin like an autopan For Christmas my list consists of nina Two masks, two glocks with extra clips and my favorite street sweeper Look ma, I'm bout to bang this nigga, this fuckin pussy eater Goin up my jaws, with breakin laws Robbin niggas out they rocks at the bus stop, leave em standin in they Drawers Keep them hoes on all fours Test me, you must be on them rocks like Pooky Best learn the facts of life like Tootie If we was in the penn nigga put it on your bootie I used to watch cartoons while I'm breakin out keys in the backroom At the table, boom, ten G's for little Kane, ten G's for Abel Twin thugs down south, mama said knock you out [Mr. Serv-On] Congratulations, it's blood relations Mama done gave birth to a brand new baby killer Pass that nine rattlemiller nigga Addicted to lead, fuck breasts, I was gun fed Misled by Uncle Boz and Uncle Ed (family ties) No beds so you can toss this dead bodys the smell born in hell Mr. Bavgate, Mr. No Limit affiliate, Mr. retaliate With a twelve gauge and a handshake The baddest motherfucker east of the Mississippi I'll bang ya for every letter in Kansas City I can't spell, so Lord forgive me Fuck goin to movies, she took me gun battles And hid her dope in the baby rattle Ain't no reg and nice meal and apple juice, kept my bowels loose For my first birthday she gave a nigga a duece duece So sincerely mama's number one, blast one for your oath of son So now I lay me down to sleep Fuck em, this family'll never live in peace So if I bang one I hang one, mama's oldest son, nina [Mac] Dear mama, the youngest of us, bust quickly Assassin, flashin in soldier fashion with the army action Below the seas where the warm air breeze Murder is desease, call it big ease, flooded with keys of China Macadon put you on like reflon, them fake niggas get they rep on I stack money like the Orientals, what's up to all them niggas that I'm kin to To make a meal I'm bent to, mama said the rent's due What's happenin, put them thug niggas on the map and I represent like it's my first time rapping What's the deal, keep it real and then real The ill nigga feel, the blood spills on my army pantses Buckin at the ambulances to my foes Shots to his nose, I make sho' the casket is closed The family's tight like ham and cheese Once again I'm camofluage yall [Fiend] May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine 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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
(feat. Mo B. Dick)
[Mia X & Mo B. Dick] Ooh, ooh, ooh, hey yeah, ahh no So much yeah, ooh [Mia X singing] There's so much trouble in my life Sometimes it gets so bad I just breakdown and cry I got my rent to pay and it's overdue Don't wanna sale my body just to make it through You see I can't depend upon no man To be responsible or even understand It's just the way it is at this point and time Sometimes it gets so scared unless it blows my mind Me and my homegirls, we got a plan Every night at seven we'll take things in our own hands Now we can play around, let's make some ends I got my hustle on cause money's my best friend [Verse 1: Mia X rapping] I wanna be stress free, rest easy at night But there's so much drama goin' on in my life These days, nights missed get you labeled naive And commons get taking for stupidity So I keep my guard up in this macho world Cause everybody's running game on mama's little girl We getting babies from shady, wanna-be playas Who wanna lay us, stick ya, hit ya, forget ya while we stay up Crying till our eyes are swollen Single mothers got the weight of the world on they shoulders Want em' to hold us and tell us it's gon' be alright Even the hardest sister needs a good man in her life I paid the price and my life is still in a damper After times of dirty dancing, get the babies pampers And don't talk about the welfare and how they knock us Knowing that chunp change can't provide nothing proper While the doctors give us new-age birth control They make the swollen to skinny Bleeding constantly or missing monthly, scrapping pennies While my kid's daddy slinging those Z's But ain't doing shit for neither one of these Should I ease up, grab a case, and set it off like Jada Break with the paper, get in a comfort zone from pullin' capers Makes us wanna holler, scream, and shout and say Oh father, why I got live this way [Chorus: Mo B. Dick & (Mia X)] I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way) I don't know why I live this way (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah) I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way) I don't know why I live this way (Don't know why, I live this way) [Verse 2] All my sisters keep ya head up, we ain't giving up without a fight There's been a struggle but pretty soon we gonna bubble Though trouble be knocking on my door like every 24-7 Heaven knows that I like to keep the bills in check and Letting my kids down on they birthday Gnaws at my heart and tears me apart Can't let it go like this Racing through the malls at Christmas time, Babylon Got my mind on trip, December 25th ain't gotta bit To do with Christ or his birth Greedy devils give us pagan, holler And profit off us give praise for better days Better be ahead of what I said Third, I can see I can destroy the mental chains on our enslaved brains Cocaine, be the aim, be the means of profit But logically it tells me I'm going to jail and getting killed Oh well, I gotta do what I gotta Until a new day when I don't have to ask why I live this way [Chorus: to fade] |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
[Heavy Breathing]
[Mia X] I came to this country with my mama Everybody called her the white girl But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me Cause my outer was slightly tanned Southern folk called me a yellow gal I've been out here in this world for a while now Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers So my father's true identity has yet to be discovered Some call it A-1 soda others V-12 Doctor Tishner has been implicated But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence As far as my perception goes My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful Just ask anybody in your hood You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama And call her out by her name I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie Everybody's a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me Want to hold me and test my purity, but it's only for a moment You see the ecstasy that I give to you It's only temporary but quite costly I'm bossy from your very first encounter with me I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can't live without me The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper You see my skills don't pimp just the weak minded The so-called big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me They see me as a goddess The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto But don't they know, have a clue That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them To entice, baffle, and trap them Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide Well, what do you think I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you Then get you to spend all the money you're stackin' On lawyers and bail bondsmen They seize your property and worldly items That have you caught up in this lifestyle Material things that turn friends to foes Woman to hoe, man to monster Yeah nigga you've changed but so what Cause I give you what you need I give you power Make you feel invincible right by me I make you feel like a big man, timer No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are I make the prettiest women love you Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies I make your relative, want to kiss your ass Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet They've got one hand out for money And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man Cause it's all about me and money, the root of all evil The necessities of function in this society I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting Cause you are the man I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales Menage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances I'm bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners So niggas nickname me crack, ain't that something I'm the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled Why they're HIV positive and dead But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces Or to spread my love to profit You're even willing to kill and die for me And even though my mother, the white girl Engaged in several orgies for my creation I still know my father, you know him too You follow his lead, and work with him Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue Let's face it, you serve him faster than you do your God We own you nigga And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you We own them too So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh I am crack, the devil's daughter Human life, minds destroy ya You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do So go head on nigga, take a hit I'ma keep putting you out on the streets Freeze you now, help me to kill you Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it's time I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress I'm the pimpstress, and I own you I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress And I own you, I'm trying to kill you And I'm succeeding, yes I'm succeeding I'm trying to kill you and I'm gon' do it I'm gon' kill you, I'm gon' kill you I'm gon' kill you, and it's bloody |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
(feat. Mo B. Dick)
[Chorus: Mia X & Mo B. Dick] Sometimes I love the rainy days So my mind and this pain can drift away Sometimes I love the rainy days So my mind and this pain can drift away Sometimes I love the rainy days So my mind and this pain can drift away Sometimes I love the rainy days [Mia X] Tears from Heaven rain down and cleanse me I'm out of control sometimes so much stuff's on my mind I'm trying to find the right path to walk on Maintain and be strong but I don't know how long I can keep on, sleep on it My partner said And then nightmares of troubled times invade the space in my head I'd rather be dead often than to deal with the pain and pressure So let the rain fall and take it away all forever But you can never be rid of troubled times You can run away, try ot block it out but they gon' stay, stand firm So we gotta learn how to deal with it Look life in the eye be real with it (I'm trying) I'm still getting bits and pieces of womanhood Finally starting to realize that being grown ain't all good I would rather be eight at my mom's place Cuddled and sheltered from the pain But for now I'ma leave it with the rain [Chorus] [Verse 2] Please let it rain before my man comes home Maybe he'll wanna talk and practice between my thighs Instead of on my eyes, while my I going throught this I keep asking myself Does somebody really love you, taking blows at you Controlling you, and do you really love yourself I don't know, it's like I can't think for myself anymore I'm looking at the door, Lord please give me the courage to step And if I do will I regret the day I left Is he the best thing to ever happen to me And is it a minor flaw when he leaves scars after beating me Or can it be my self-eteem left with the first bruise Lord, will I ever be a victim on the evening news, I'm so confused I've got more blues than B.B. He keeps on pushing and hitting and shoving And then claiming that he loves me For life, trying to call me his wife No rings of course So can I give all this pain to the rain, let it pour [Chorus] Will I ever, ever, ever in my ruggedy life Live in a happy home and be a happy man's wife No cheating, no fights, connected to wealth And proud to look in the mirror and love myself I think not, my hand full of dreams is all I got One wishing that the rain could make it all stop Top it off more, all the exit doors are locked Click, change up got my brain detained and stained What am I to do, Lord please talk to me This bottle of Valiums keeps calling me [Thunder claps and rain falling] And he spoke, gave a sister award of hope I'm bout to take my life back for sho' No more, waiting for things to happen for me Heaven's tears got me seeing things clearly, I love the rain [Chorus: with Mia X ad-libs] to fade] |
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from Mia X - Unlady Like (1997)
(feat. Lawand Johnson, Kenya Miller)
[Kenya Miller] Angels! Ooh ooh Angels! Ooh oh ooh angels [Mia X (Kenya & Lawand Johnson singing in background)] Precious little boy and girl growing up fast, in this foul world Mama's trying to do all she can to get through the tough times Press rewind and go back to early days And I would do it all the same way Keep my babies, yeah I struggled But God ain't give me more than I could handle Sent me two angels when my life was tangled in knots And they're all I've got My everything so pure and sweet Two perfect little parts of me, the heart of me Mommie, pulled some rabbits out some hats to pay the bills And fix ya meals, cause you both gave me the will power To tower over obstacles in our path And when I'm sad, ya innocence makes me laugh So glad to have a son and a daughter, so I strive harder To keep it tight and bring comfort in your lives And I try not to bash ya dads and bring you in the drama Though you both know I've been the daddy and the mama And I'ma keep doing all I can To make a strong black woman and man, out my angels [Chorus: Kenya & Lawand] Oh my angels, yeah Mommie's angels, mommie's a-a-angels Oh angels, mommie's angels You're my angels, my angels, my angel child Ooh, mommie's angels, angel, angel You're my angel, ooh, mommie's a-a-angels, angel yeah ooh [Verse 2] I'm ya real model Don't need to play no role and I don't hold, rap, or move the dramas For the way my flowers blossom I'ma put it down and keep it real for the both of you Expose you to life, let you know wrong or right like If y'all sell dope you might go to jail or get killed If y'all use drugs y'all will destroy ya minds, lie, and steal Lose ya self-respect, essence and ya pride And mama won't succeed the birth of ya rise, so strive If y'all sleep around unprotected Expect to have a bunch of little children All diseases that can't be cured and If y'all quit school ya play the fool that's half steppin' Intelligent black folks are our strongest weapon, get ya lessons Vocal sessions on the regular, eye contact I'm ready to take responsibility for the mine's act So save that blame it on him, her, them for mine I'll have to find the time to shape their little minds They're my angels [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'ma carry y'all till y'all can carry yourselves on ya own Hugs and kisses way after y'all grown Help ya out when ya need but stress independence Unconditional love, that's my life sentence, no repentence needed This is how it's supposed to be And I'ma keep my children close to me Hope to be, the best mama that I can Precious Lord please take me by my hands And guide me with ya righteous wings Cause I don't want my babies to regret a thing He's my king, she's my queen They're my world, thank you for my little boy and girl, mommie's angels [Chorus to fade] |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
[bridge] Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang [chorus] Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya But Make Sure Dem Niggas Pay Ya I say dey wanna be pimps and playas Real Macks make em play fo flava 2x [Mia X] Mommamia Momma got sum education fo ya young ass shakers If its on his mind make him mash dat wit sum cash Fakers stay up in da club try ta speak dat weak game Dont be tryin to show no luv Nigga fuck your pocket change See its a new day and a new situation Started off flashing 20's in your safe combination Same nigga dats livin dat ballin life Could be dat same nigga dat make a lap dance of his wife Keep your combo tight And every line so smooth [voice] Den why u dancin den? Im payin my way through school A golden gurl smile Maken dem ends and I Fuck around and get a doctor or a lawyer tunite High maintenence bitches Make tha world go round But we'll go down and suck tha life up outta that thang Fo sho now Have yo ho while This lightened touch gon make u melt Cuz we dancin fo tha benjamins and fuckn fo tha Roosevelts [Mia X] Candy colored G-strings Gon keep da big willies hard 38 double d's got em screamin good lord Money waivin everywhere Gun smoke in the air Hennesy and absolute got em wanti |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Playaz meet me at the club cuz it's goin down Master P got a party and you know we gone clown It started at 10 ends when you leave So I guess that's tomorrow if you party like me I can't see the dancefloor cuz so many feet But dead smack in the middle's where I'm trying to be Valet got my Benz parked in VIP No doubt that's the section for the cars all paid out We in the house niggaz screaming T-R-U More ice on our bodies than an igloo Can we get you anything to make you feel at home All expenses on us Get your eat and drink on Money really ain't a thing That's why the name's No Limit Known for goin all out to have you all up in it So let's get it started And the real tru playaz gone shine at the party Chorus: repeat 2X Imma shine at the party Sportin like 10 karats Flex like seven figures Me and all my niggaz Gettin jiggy in the club All eyes on us And as far as money goes Yall know what's up Verse Two: My girls mix hennessy with alize We in full effect Now we got that rowdy crowd But all playaz ain't nobody tryin to get knocked out The guys got the poker game goin on in the back The ballaz baby the niggaz with the briefcase kinda cake High stakes fo sho head bustaz at the door You can't look in without four figures or more The place is like a fashion show Everybody's feeling right Big face Frank-i-lins falling from the sky It is our mama first lady of the tank Major crazy bank straight flossin think I ain't? Can't do how we do cuz we all tru Imitaters try to but that's on you Boo a party ain't a party unless we give it Cuz the party don't stop Chorus: repeat 4X |
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from Mia X - Mama Drama (1998)
Somebody better tell these dumb hoes somethin
Cuz when I roll thorugh I ain't gone say nothin Ain't shit to talk about Cuz I can do without the souljah hatin Them hoes is jealous of my fame and the money that I'm making Got they heads aching So they acting like they got beef Knowin damn well if htey see me they gone speak I'm Mama I'm respected y'all know this But shits gone really get hectic If y'all don't stop slow this ??? down now The issue ain't who I'm loving or fucking The big issue's billboard cuz I'm on top of it The issue is I got my kids up out the projects And bought my moms a new house Before my second album came out Respect my mind I took my grandparents out the hood I'm seein to it that their golden years be all good So bestill the fact that I ain't selfish or greedy Ask my people am I there when they need me Like dat Chorus: I'ma leave you hoes in the same place No progess Talkin bullshit while I elevate And I'ma keep looking out for the real But I don't give a FUCK how the rest of y'all feel And I'ma keep on learning the game And I encourage all the my souljahz to do the same I come in peace and I try to pack fair But if you want to I will take you there Like dat Now I don't owe a motherfucker a god damn thing And I earned the right to be the biggest mama on the tank I sacrified beaucoup Put in so much work Kept it TRU cuz I'm TRU And represented my turf Downtown seven ward hard head Ya heard Around a gang of uptown niggaz Straight screamin the third Been bout it Been rowdy Been throwin for mines It was just me and Jill on the scandalous rides No hip hop lines to make me sound hard It ain't no act It's a fact When it's on I go off But as God as my witness I love being nice Until this playa setting in my household was right I like to just be me While you be with your knot I'm trying to stay on top with TRU niggaz fo sho And we extend our hands to pull up more Like dat Chorus: repeat 2X |
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