<i>[Hook:]</i> You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp You take orders and run errands I take vactions with killers and four time felons You outside on line like where the weed I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats You where the rats and the D's at I'm where the B's and the C's and the real O.G's at
<i>[Verse 1:]</i> Ayo the girl spits harder than most dudes I give it to you on any given sunday like soul food I aint even gotta double my vocals I do a main scence that lives and the rest is produce I'm in the booth wit no shoes and my chain be bangin the mic so I don't got on no jewels I'm so hot and I done told you You aint no kiddin to me so basically I don't know you You don't know me homie I clap you with yo heat If this was a lake I'd be a mother fucking Ojay Set off the sirens form thy alliance Its a four alarm blaze and I'm on fire I was talking to Kanye and I heard the wire That I'm the truth and your a liar I'm the queen of rap and there is none higher and all you slut bag hoers should call me sire
<i>[Hook 1X]</i>
<i>[Verse 2:]</i> I'm like fuck that this is it All these other chicks is wack and I'm the shit See I'm from New York so I repped the Knicks I'mma I'mma Husslin I could get them bricks They say my flow is crazy and I could spit and I rap as if I had a dick Bitches is bad but I'm that bitch Listen I'm so above the average Now my walk is mean but my whip is sick I can't stand a clown but I love a trick I see a group of dudes and I take my pick Like you you and you with the Timbs hi nice to meet you my name is Rem I don't drive a caddy but I'm stuntin like a pimp struct With a diddy bop looking something like a lick I cleaned up my money now I'm filthy fucking rich (shit)
<i>[Hook 1X]</i>
<i>[Verse 3:]</i> See I'm from where niggas stash packs in the backs of their ball sack and pump crack, yak, D, weed and that Put more baking soda in there coke to get more back Roc Timberlands uptowns White Tees and sports hats We kill all rats tell lies cheat and steal Tints pitch black even gotta em on the windsheild Liscense suspended Vehicles rented Warrants open cases several offenses No phone no cable notices of eviction Parents is addicted kids don't listen No rules no school no food in the kitchen and the staircase and elevator smell like piss You can only talk tough if you do tough things If you aint from around here you better tuck them blings Only difference between me and you is that I got out the hood but the hood is still in me
<i>[Hook 1X]</i>
Whuteva 작곡:D Shire,Kaseem Dean,Modest Petrovich Mussorgsky,R. Smith
Are you ready I need everybody to report to the dance floor now To all my ladies that don't need child support I need you to report to the dance floor right now
All my niggaz that's on the grind You on the grind right now We about to get it poppin' in this motherfucker Already told y'all what it is
Swizzy Y'all gon' make me 1, 2 hands in the air
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
See if the God say get her I'ma get her I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (Bitch)
I'm are to the E Z It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' I gets fly for no reason See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah
See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma start Till every damn day I ball My jeans is blue and gray like Seton Hall
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Yeah, see Rem is a monster I'm raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia
My shits so butter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge And whuteva I say goes, so if I say no Don't ask why I assume its because I say so
I've been doin' it too long, ain't nothin' new to me I'll run through your lil' gated community You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
See this goes out to my be X crew Put your hands up in the air if you feel me Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night Treat niggaz like hoes
It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin' to make shit to make niggaz bop I make shit they play then niggaz get shot
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules don't apply to us We gon' do what we do, it's whuteva to fuck
We got that fly shit here we go Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the hypnotize video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher Now everybody light your lighters
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
See, it's crazy, 'cause people be thinkin that I be changin, but it's really them [that be changin], (yo) I remember the day, I first signed my record deal with Loud... everything was so good, everyone was so proud I was so very happy, stood with my baby daddy... We livin with my granny, but we was all family. It's like wen the tour began, that's wen the war began...he would be flippin, rippin soon as I'm walkin in. And I'm so sleepy, could barely stay awake, you don't understand, I been in the studio for six weeks straight... till 4 in the mornin tryna finish these songs N all you wanna talk about is how many times you was callin N I'm always lyin...it's never the truth...it never crossed you're mind that I couldve been in the booth?? ...Tryna hurry up n get back home to you, tryna get these checks so we could get out the 'jects I wasn't thinkin bout no niggas, wasn't thinkin bout sex..tryna do this show so I could get this dough. All I was thinkin was I gott finish Remy on the rocks n I'm not tryina flop so it gotta be hot... Everybody on my back sayin hurry up n drop so I'm askin you, wut I'm suppose to do?
[CHORUS]
Listen y'all, I kno it seem like I be dissin y'all, I'm jus tryina reach my goals and remain focused but Ain't shit changed, naw, I'm still the same So wish me well, Sometimes I might scream and yell... But even people with a fan base have bad days but Ain't shit changed, for real, I'm still the same.
[Yo] You was the only child, until I came See we was buckwild back in the days... I was scared to have a boyfriend 'cause you would beat him up, We'd eat cereal together, watch cartoons wen we got up So I couldnt believe that you flipped on me right in the streets for a bitch so weak that ain't got shit but A fucked up weave n I'm your blood, your little sister, I started to cry... said it must be the liquor, See I almost died wen you took sides with her then walked off, and just left me there, like I was nobody n you really ain't care. Said you would die for me, how you ain't gon ride wit me, how you see me on the block and don't say hi to me?? It's all love now, n its all done now, but you never took the time to apoligize to me... It may be hard to see, but it bothers me... I know you ain't gon let nobody do no harm to me... But you can't be actin like you fathered me...so I'm askin you, wut I'm suppose to do??
[CHORUS]
Listen y'all, I kno it seem like I be dissin y'all, I'm jus tryina reach my goals and remain focused but Ain't shit changed, naw, I'm still the same So wish me well, Sometimes I might scream and yell... But even people with a fan base have bad days but Ain't shit changed, for real, I'm still the same.
Mommy... you was the one that named me, but you didn't raise me... You left me all alone, I had to home my own, But now I'm all grown n far away from home I kno you love me, but you did me wrong... I guess it was all the drugs that you was on or the beatings you got from my foul step pops... Remember the time his punk ass had the nerve to raise his hands to me bitch nigga blackin my eye... I was wishin he would die, now I wish him life. I kno he seein me blowin, and its killin him slowly, but what kills me is that you watched him hit me, So I'm askin you, wut I'm suppose to do??
[CHORUS] Listen y'all, I kno it seem like I be dissin y'all, I'm jus tryina reach my goals and remain focused but Ain't shit changed, naw, I'm still the same So wish me well, Sometimes I might scream and yell... But even people with a fan base have bad days but Ain't shit changed, for real, I'm still the same.
<i>[Hook]</i> Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Ooh ooh
<i>[Verse 1]</i> It's crazy I be thinkin people tryna play me Lately I know I be flippin on a daily basis I hate waiting, I'm impatient Bitch don't ask me why I gotta nice grill This is just how my face is I piss, in public places Slightly racist, right now I'm robbing a thief and I'm fucking a rapist I married an immigrant to get him his papers Niggas don't wanna give me the mic cause they afraid I'm gonna say shit And that's right I'm gonna say shit Right in they faces This is Remy straight on the rocks wit nothing but chase it I'm gonna new breed of female Far from the basic And if you still can't see that then you need to get lasik I'm gonna make a statement: I'm the replacement I'm so close to the top I can almost taste it So ill, so real so far from fakers Rem to Fred wit the strip pole in the basement Now that's crazy
<i>[Hook]</i> Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Ooh ooh - <i>[2x]</i>
<i>[Verse 2]</i> Some say I'm 7:30 in the M-730 Been smocking since I was 13 Been on my own since I was half of 30 I thought I ain't have to worry Because I was always pretty I find a dumb nigga gettin dough and do his pockets dirty But see that wasn't working And I wasn't tryna work in I got my own work in I started puttin work in Some say it ain't worth it I say I ain't perfect Matter of fact I'm saying, doing the fuck I feel I make people nervous Who say I ain't bout it I'm still from the projects What you talking bout bitch I sets it on bounces I don't think you understand son You know how many clubs I been from And I can careless I'm so careless I'm from the generation where we did shit because you dared us I said I wish every breath I take didn't taste like dro And every sentence I say came out in a flow I swear I wouldn't have to write or spend dough on smokes Now that's crazy
<i>[Hook]</i> Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Ooh ooh
<i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo I'm crazy nigga So don't play wit me nigga Put ya head down when you talk Watch what you say to me nigga See I got goupin if I won I can pay for you nigga I'm the type let you pipe but I won't stay with you nigga Leave you in telly on ya belly don't wanna lay with you nigga Yea I say it's ya pussy but I always say that to niggas See I'm really the business This is going into history I just got my own company I love it call me misery I said I walk around the metal dectors Who does that Before I told them lean back I told bitches to run that And if they ain't show me where the ones and the funds at More or less I was gonna show them how the guns clap I pull a weed nigga and treat his stash like a fun pack See you tryna do it to me I does that Hold Up Matter of fact I think the craziest shit I ever said is I wish I could bring Pun back <i>[echo]</i> back back
<i>[Hook]</i> Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Crazy <i>[echo]</i> crazy crazy crazy Ooh ooh - <i>[2x]</i>
<i>[REMY MA:]</i> He put the gun in my hand I took my hand and put the gun in my pants I took my pants and pulled them up on my ass I got the cash out my pocket dropped it And got my ass outta dodge Put into the car started it stepped on the gas Looked at the dash see 95 really seem fast when you so fucking mad and so fucking high And you can't stop crying Oh shit i just ran a stop sign fuck it its nothing This nigga got me stressing I can't believe he got me bugging Now i'm driving reckless i can't even see and my high beams ain't even helping But nobody be really using the streets before 7 I got the peddle to the metal like i lost my mind And i ain't even see the school crossing sign Car in the faster gear wind blowing in my hair Seat belt, light blinking, but i don't care Somebody crossing the street cam outta no where Ran right into them body flew in the air Oh my GOD my face already covered with tears Saying my prayers i ain't even say i swear I thoguht off of reflex saw blood every where Mostly around the head of the litlle girl holding a teddy bear I'm sorry all i can hear is i want my mommy Then i ain't hear nothing from the little girls body I'm scared but i can't stop what i'm gon do First thing the cops gon say was that it was drug influence They ain't gon understand what this nigga was doin How he made me drive fast when i should've be cruising And they probably ain't gon believe that it wasn't they weed and shorty just popped up in the middle of the street And they really gon be hating wit this gun on my waist And i checked shorty pulse and i don't think she gon make it Dial 911 or damn should i run I'm just weighing out my options before some body come If i stay i go to jail if i run i'll be wrong This is taking to long Fuck it i'm gone
<i>[Hook]</i> HIT AND RUN Damn i shoulda hit my brakes HIT AND RUN Sometimes we all make mistakes HIT AND RUN I guess i'm not that heartless HIT AND RUN Cuz now i got a guilty conscience
<i>[Intro]</i> Let me make love, love to you Let me thrill you with my song Let me replace the love and the faith...
<i>[CHORUS:]</i> <i>[Big Pun]</i> Could it be your falling in love With a thug right now, Could it be your falling in love With a thug's life style Could it be your falling in love Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
<i>[Remy]</i> Could it be, it can't be hun I'm calling ya bluff I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't falling in love All that I ever dreamed off was fucking a thug So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs Be up in the Benz chilling rolling ya blunts Have the Spanish mommies illing 'cause I'm sitting in front And niggas on the block sick like what chu doing wit that spic Ya'll know Puetro Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips If it's a boy I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick Shit to tell the truth with you I know I'm safe And another nigga fronting and get blown in his face And I like that You give me love and I give it right back But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back Hun you got dough, and you know I got a nice stack So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back I just throw on some lipstick and the Stylistics "Break-up to Make-up" And you know I hook a steak up Take you breakfast in bed, nigga soon as you wake up Get my jewels back and take another trip to see Jacob Loving the way I do this for you And every kiss that I blew Poppy Chew was a kiss for you Stayed true, Faithful, you can never say I played you, 'cause you ma boo and I can never say I hate you...
<i>[CHORUS:]</i> <i>[Big Pun]</i> Could it be your falling in love With a thug right now, Could it be your falling in love With a thug's life style Could it be your falling in love Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
<i>[Big Pun]</i> I swept you offa ya feet, you was just walking crossing the street And you was talking to me or was it my boys in the jeep Either or she said she loved the way I play ball Go after the bigger niggas even though there was nice and tall Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checking my drawers Up North style right next to ma boys, just the little things would impress her alot Like when I let her sit in the lex tryna guess where its at God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix, she was Morena with an Indian twist She had the cinnamon lips the edge was rimmy and crisp I thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me, But I'm like Darnell shorty had eyes for me Its a quarter passed one but thats another song, what was wrong? What took so long to put a brotha on, It wasn't long before we start bumping and Grindin' Crushing her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming Bustin' her hymen the sight of sex she start busting out cryin' Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin' Cussin' and wildin' in the back on the porch Whose pussy is this? <i>[Remy]</i> Come on daddy its yours... <i>[echoing]</i> its your, its your
<i>[CHORUS:]</i> <i>[Big Pun]</i> Could it be your falling in love With a thug right now, Could it be your falling in love With a thug's life style Could it be your falling in love Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
Thug Love featuring Big Pun작곡:A. Maman,L. Dozier,M. Jackson,R. Smith,T. Reddick
<i>[Intro]</i> Let me make love, love to you Let me thrill you with my song Let me replace the love and the faith...
<i>[CHORUS:]</i> <i>[Big Pun]</i> Could it be your falling in love With a thug right now, Could it be your falling in love With a thug's life style Could it be your falling in love Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
<i>[Remy]</i> Could it be, it can't be hun I'm calling ya bluff I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't falling in love All that I ever dreamed off was fucking a thug So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs Be up in the Benz chilling rolling ya blunts Have the Spanish mommies illing 'cause I'm sitting in front And niggas on the block sick like what chu doing wit that spic Ya'll know Puetro Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips If it's a boy I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick Shit to tell the truth with you I know I'm safe And another nigga fronting and get blown in his face And I like that You give me love and I give it right back But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back Hun you got dough, and you know I got a nice stack So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back I just throw on some lipstick and the Stylistics "Break-up to Make-up" And you know I hook a steak up Take you breakfast in bed, nigga soon as you wake up Get my jewels back and take another trip to see Jacob Loving the way I do this for you And every kiss that I blew Poppy Chew was a kiss for you Stayed true, Faithful, you can never say I played you, 'cause you ma boo and I can never say I hate you...
<i>[CHORUS:]</i> <i>[Big Pun]</i> Could it be your falling in love With a thug right now, Could it be your falling in love With a thug's life style Could it be your falling in love Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
<i>[Big Pun]</i> I swept you offa ya feet, you was just walking crossing the street And you was talking to me or was it my boys in the jeep Either or she said she loved the way I play ball Go after the bigger niggas even though there was nice and tall Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checking my drawers Up North style right next to ma boys, just the little things would impress her alot Like when I let her sit in the lex tryna guess where its at God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix, she was Morena with an Indian twist She had the cinnamon lips the edge was rimmy and crisp I thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me, But I'm like Darnell shorty had eyes for me Its a quarter passed one but thats another song, what was wrong? What took so long to put a brotha on, It wasn't long before we start bumping and Grindin' Crushing her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming Bustin' her hymen the sight of sex she start busting out cryin' Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin' Cussin' and wildin' in the back on the porch Whose pussy is this? <i>[Remy]</i> Come on daddy its yours... <i>[echoing]</i> its your, its your
<i>[CHORUS:]</i> <i>[Big Pun]</i> Could it be your falling in love With a thug right now, Could it be your falling in love With a thug's life style Could it be your falling in love Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
[Ne-Yo] We up in this room (Yea) Im here puttin it down on you (mmm) Now your pushin back at me And i don't want to let you leave But baby girl You feel so good Lil mama that thing is so good Girl the way that movin so good I wanna do it again do it again (so good)
[Remy] Stop actin crazy imma keep it real C i just need some one that gives me sumthin i could feel Have a little small talk and a nite on the town It could all be yours if you go a nother round Don't wanna loose you in it cuz the groove iz in it But it really don't matter long as you be in it Boo wats gotten in to you I told you i got a interview but you wanna get intement Why you tryna get in to it
[Ne-Yo] Baby i noe you got moves to make But you ain't leavin till i get a nother taste I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open babe And imma need some more b4 you get away (ooooh) We up in this room (Yea) Im here puttin it down on you (mmm) Now your pushin back at me And i don't want to let you leave But baby girl You feel so good Lil mama tha thing is so good Girl the way that movin so good I wanna do it again do it again (so good)
[Remy] Yea you pushen futher and i'm seeing that you lovin it Im pushen back and got you callin out ma goverment like remenice Im really feelin this and i don't like to kiss but i really like ya lips See i'm tryna hold it but i can't control it Ma mind is tellin me stop but my it keeps goin You want me to stay but i wish i could Another day but tell me why i should
[Ne-Yo] Baby i noe you got moves to make But you ain't leavin till i get a nother taste I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open babe And imma need some more b4 you get away (ooooh) We up in this room (ooowowo) Im here puttin it down on you (mmm) Now your pushin back at me And i don't want to let you leave Cuz baby girl You feel so good Lil mama tha thing is so good Girl the way that movin so good I wanna do it again do it again (so good)
[Remy] So good you can't even keep your hands off So good you feel you need to go and put ya mans on You got ya black berry off and your phone vibrating And all you wanna noe iz why ma legs keep shakin See we both grown and i noe wen the feel is rite And wat you sayin is makin me wanna spend the nite And now i focused and i'm open cuz ya noticed me And i was hoping youd say can i take you home with me
[Ne-Yo] Baby i noe you got moves to make But you ain't leavin till i get a nother taste I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open babe And imma need some more b4 you get away (ooooh) We up in this room (We up in this room) Im here puttin it down on you (owowowoo yea) Now your pushin back at me Don't want to let you leave But baby girl You feel so good Lil mama tha thing is so good And baby girl you feel so good Girl the way that movin so good I wanna do it again do it again (so good)
Baby i noe you got moves to make But you ain't leavin till i get a nother taste I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open babe And imma need some more b4 you get away (ooooh) We up in this room (Yea) Im here puttin it down on you (mmm) Now your pushin back at me And i don't want to let you leave But baby girl You feel so good Lil mama tha thing is so good Girl the way that movin so good I wanna do it again do it again (so good)
See this ain't nothing that you use to Out of the ordinary unusual You gotta have the mind state like I'm so great Can't nobody do it like you do Miraculous, phenomenal and ain't nobody in here stopping you Show no love cause you what's up Look at ya self in the mirror like what the fuck
Damn I look good and cant nobody freak it like I could Yea OK I got a little fat but My shorty told me that he like it like that I'm happy Another nigga never can't be I'm so outstanding Don't care if they can't stand me I'm sitting on top of the world like brandy
See I look to good for this necklace And I look to good to be wearing this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited I got a reason
See I look to good to be driving that And I look to good to be buying that You know I look way to good to be trying that I'm conceited I got a reason
Now who's that peaking in my window Nobody cause I live in a penthouse Baby I'm sorry but I'm sexy And all I want you to do is just bless me, lets see This kid that I'm waiting on He said he loves when my jeans look painted on Wit a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me Probably why I'm always getting hated on Now shorty tryna push up on me like a wonder bra Listen when I speak out I wouldn't want you take it wrong Now number one I don't need you Ya names Q I only see you wen I see you Listen two you never play me Why is that?? why is that?? Cause I'm such a fucking lady And three is all about me I don't want to talk about it If you'd like to hear it here it go Here you go I wrote a song about it
See I look to good to be fucking you And I look to good to be loving you You know I look way to good to stuck with you I'm conceited I got a reason
See I look too good to be getting with And I look to good to be having kids You know I look way to good to be in the crib I'm conceited I got a reason
I don't know what I'm doing I cant stop my body from moving I'm bopping and poppin to the music He's watching me and he's bout to lose it I'm dropping that hotter den drop it like its hot Face down ass up, on some new shit I'm out of control wit it Dip it low pick it up slow poke it out now roll wit it My thong showing but its cool my shoes go wit it Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it See I look good and I'm knowing it But I was never to proud to be showing it
See I look to good for this necklace And I look to good to be wearing this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited I got a reason
See I look to good to be driving that And I look to good to be buying that You know I look way to good to be trying that I'm conceited I got a reason
See I look to good to be fucking you And I look to good to be loving you You know I look way to good to stuck with you I'm conceited I got a reason
See I look too good to be getting with And I look to good to be having kids You know I look way to good to be in the crib I'm conceited I got a reason
<i>[Remy's son]</i> "All you nigga's, callin' here for my mommy.. Stay Off Her Shit!.....like that daddy?"
(first unheard message)
<i>[Man Message one]</i> "Now you don't wanna answer the phone, fuckin' bitch! that's why i fucked the shit out'chu, fuckin bitch! i hope all them Terror Squad nigga's is runnin' through you, fuckin bitch! and imma call the radio staion and tell em'i fucked the shit out you and i had my dick in ya mouth you ' bitch! Fuckin' Hate you, you fuckin dirty bitch! Wack ass Pussy, i ain't callin you no..neva again. Next time i see you imma juss...put my dick right in your mouth you bitch!"
(BEEP..message erased)
<i>[Man Message two]</i> "Yaooo....yo call me back yo,..just playin yo. yo call me back yo...yo im just...you no wha i mean? just wanna talk to you for a minute....k?....aight."
(BEEP..message erased)
<i>[Woman]</i> "Hello Remy...you don't know me but i just want you to know that im aware of the fact that your the bitch that's fuckin' my man. And umm.....when his phone be ringin' ova and ova again early in the morning...that'd be me. He lives with me...he loves me, im not going no where, we have thirty three kids together..know what im sayin'? i like your music too he's just a little star struck right now, so if your a real bitch like you say you are then you'll fall back!...and tell him when he get home.....IM FUCKIN HIM UP!!"
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<i>[Remy's Friend]</i> "YO Rem..iss me...whoever you with, ditch that nigga. Im with 2 nigga's right now and they ready to do EVERYTHING son....everything. Yo, one nigga talking about There's Something About Remy...check this out when you get this message bring the dutches wit'chu when you come..and son...this time....do not forget the camcorder"
Whuteva 작곡:D Shire,Kaseem Dean,Modest Petrovich Mussorgsky,R. Smith
Are you ready I need everybody to report to the dance floor now To all my ladies that don't need child support I need you to report to the dance floor right now
All my niggaz that's on the grind You on the grind right now We about to get it poppin' in this motherfucker Already told y'all what it is
Swizzy Y'all gon' make me 1, 2 hands in the air
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
See if the God say get her I'ma get her I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (Bitch)
I'm are to the E Z It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' I gets fly for no reason See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah
See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma start Till every damn day I ball My jeans is blue and gray like Seton Hall
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Yeah, see Rem is a monster I'm raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia
My shits so butter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge And whuteva I say goes, so if I say no Don't ask why I assume its because I say so
I've been doin' it too long, ain't nothin' new to me I'll run through your lil' gated community You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
See this goes out to my be X crew Put your hands up in the air if you feel me Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night Treat niggaz like hoes
It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin' to make shit to make niggaz bop I make shit they play then niggaz get shot
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules don't apply to us We gon' do what we do, it's whuteva to fuck
We got that fly shit here we go Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the hypnotize video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher Now everybody light your lighters
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man)
It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin')
Tight featuring Fat Joe작곡:Andre Lyon,J Cartagena,M. Valenzano,R. Smith
[Fat Joe:] M to the wizzeye, you so flizzye, OWWW, Brah Brah ain't nobody fuckin wit my bitch, you heard me!
[Hook] [Fat Joe:] you know that neck tite you know that work tite, you know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, you know that pussy tite, you know that ass tite [Remy:] Why don't you pull up to my bumper baby [Fat Joe:] you want the flow that's sick [Remy:] Well that's me [Fat Joe:] you talkin bout the coldest bitch [Remy:] Well that's me [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy [Remy Ma:] See that's me, 'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me, me, me, me
[Remy:] When you hear that this is this is, you know its a hit. You know its that bitch, yea nigga reminisn. Hate to tell you but this is this is as good as it gizzit, that's no bullshizzit, I stay on my grind and give bitches the buzznizz, please pay attention, li, li listen, listen, This is this a cool and Dre epidemic, and ain't nobody fuckin wit any of my niggaz. You see Crack nice, Getty and Pras nice, and even tho he blow he gotta flow Tony Sunshine nice, And you know that I'm nice, Pun is insane, Nevy steady on da grinden callus that beats novacain. It's not the same shits gon change quickly blame ure ghost writer 'cause he can't fuck wit me. Yea Remy Mar-t-I-n if .... just spit up in da park bitch I want in!!!!
[Hook] [Fat Joe:] you know that neck tite, you know that work tite, you knw that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, you know that pussy tite, you know that ass tite [Remy:] Why don't you pull up to my bumper baby [Fat Joe:] you want the flow that's sick [Remy:] Well that's me [Fat Joe:] you talkin bout the coldest bitch [Remy:] Well that's me [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy [Remy Ma:] See that's me, 'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me, me, me, me
[Remy:] See when it cums to magazines, I'm queen like Nefateeti, you can catch me on da Vibe feel a vibe when you see me (feel that) Or on the King looking sleezy, I got the source all over me like big zeeti a lot of weed smoke so the pitcure look steamy I'm a diva so the dons and divas say they need me. Got the cover of the Ave and I made it look eazy. Why are you on the back of the page looking cheezy. Double XL I turn niggas on like a T.V. Rockin all different colors from lemon to kiwi I came in the game wit Pun and they ain't believe me. So I made them wonder like Stevie I came in wit a platinum rapper like hersheys kiss no freebies. You came wit a gold rapper like reeses pieces. Remy Ma rated are, y'all rated P.G, 13 worth cream Damn I talk greezy!
[Hook] [Fat Joe:] you know that neck tite, you know that work tite, you knw that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, you know that pussy tite, you know that ass tite [Remy:] Why don't you pull up to my bumper baby [Fat Joe:] you want the flow that's sick [Remy:] Well that's me [Fat Joe:] you talkin bout the coldest bitch [Remy:] Well that's me [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy [Remy Ma:] See that's me, 'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me
Here I am standin' in my be-boy stance I got my name air brushed down the leg of my pants I got my 54 letters and my Kangol on Bamboo earrings and my bangles on
Word up, the girl look good I'ma 80's baby, paid in full Look at my rope chain, now check my belt buckle Put my gazelles on my eyes, now I'm lookin' for trouble
I need a Solider that's stackin' an' packin' We can't even talk if you can't fit a magnum I'm fresh to def when it comes to fashion
See, I switched up to my 8 ball jacket And my spandex got me stoppin' traffic Baby, not for nuttin', I'ma walkin' accident They catch whiplash, every time I'm passin' 'em It's time for some, time for some, time for some
Niggas bring ya guns and ya 9's along Why? Remy Mas on the microphone The levels, the levels, the levels is good The levels is good, the levels is good
Bitches bring ya guns and ya 9's along Why? Remy Ma's on the microphone The levels, the levels, the levels is good The levels is good, the levels is good
Yeah, Remy wanna rock, how hard is that I'm from the BX, Bronx, where it started at We had jams in the park, motherfuckers a disco Everybody smokin' joints, sippin' Cisco
Two turn tables and the microphone full throttle I'll pull up in that Alf or a Mayo Malano, system bangin' Drivin' reckless, like I don't give a fuck about my be-be-S's Yo, check this
I hopped out wit my ass cheeks showin' Through my salt n peppers Only got one chance to make a first impression Spit like Big Pun and KRS one mixxed
My Flows sick but it's more than rappin' First chick try to front, first chic,k I'm smackin' On some Redman shit, bitch I ain't laughin' Its time for some, time for some, time for some
Niggas bring ya guns and ya 9's along Why? Remy Mas on the microphone The levels, the levels, the levels is good The levels is good, the levels is good
Bitches bring ya guns and ya 9's along Why? Remy Ma's on the microphone The levels, the levels, the levels is good The levels is good, the levels is good
Big Rem from the Boondocks I'm like, all I really need is my Boom box Listen, we can get it poppin' I'm doin' the wop and he 1, 2 steppin' Like there ain't no stoppin'
All my fellas say, oh, my ladies say, awe Yeah, MC's gon' move the crowd, I'm fuckin' dope Fresh to def, cold, chillin' and I'm sippin' on juice and gin
It's Friday night and I just got paid I ain't dressed up or nuttin'm I'm tryna get laid I'm tryna get shorty over there wit the fade By the end of the night to say my name
But these lights is all in my face And I'm really feelin' like I'm a star on stage Cameras flashin', everybody pose 'Cause it's about time for some
Niggas bring ya guns and ya 9's along Why? Remy Mas on the microphone The levels, the levels, the levels is good The levels is good, the levels is good
Bitches bring ya guns and ya 9's along Why? Remy Ma's on the microphone The levels, the levels, the levels is good The levels is good, the levels is good
She's Gone 작곡:A. Best,B. Sigler,K. Tabata,P. Hurtt,R. Smith
What? you mean i'm ya second favorite famale rapper... you crazy? i'm better than most niggaz...Suck my dick
<i>[Verse one]</i> there aint a bitch as ill as me no bitch as real as me shit i live where the stealers,drug dealers,killers be dont give a fuck what yaw mothafuckas think of me so fuckin what, fuck a slut if she aint feelin me if you a real bitch,than u love my shit turn out the lights get ya man and fuck to my shit ride that dick,make him eat yo shit bust ya nut ma,light a blunt to ma shit i think it's some truth to that sex sells shit. cus bitches is so pussy...niggaz is just dicks (shit) im so sicking, dont think cus i smoke a lil more than alotta weed that im slippin as long as hoes is still strippin, my flow is still flippin, jewels a keep drippin and imma keep comin threw in that six wit the seats back shipment stop trippin bitch,cus when i stop u lookin, its no need for the ice grill u not in Brooklyn go ahead and act fool like u really wanna step to dis and imma put tha tool right between ya two breasttess and aint shit that u can say to me when u be breathless
<i>[Hook]</i> young but i done did to too much shit i smoke like an O a day nothing but the DrO and Haze so u know i feel no pain now i gotta go away
<i>[Dude talking]</i> Remy ma offcial fuckin beat bodier who the fuck want it? niggaz? bitchez? tha fuckin bronx savior the queen of NY the games changing she be on the rap for ya'll bitches this doobie ya heard BX dont get it twisted home ofthe killers,the dealers,the bombers and Remy Martin..Rep that
<i>[Verse two]</i> see i be trying not to swear to god,but i swear mothafuckas gon hear the squad ya'll betta say a prospect in joe to god armageddon, tony sunshine and remy ma about to take over the worls alrady run the bronx and if it want for P we couldnt be so bless his heart bless his soul make he reast in peace,can i get a lil moment of silence please.... i never let em see me stress dont never try to disrespect nigga i eat,shit,sleep and breath TS and if i love a nigga,remy love a nigga ta death
[Pun:] Sometimes you gotta follow sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job In this case my girl here act like a grown mutha fuckin man ya'll niggas betta lay low catch ya where it hurt blow ya balls off
