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Let Me In

[50 Cent]
yea.....its 50 cent...young buck
g-g-g-g-g-g-UNIT
We get the club jumpin from beginnin to da end
go shorty we back up in dis bitch again we party
harder than u can imagine u can run wit losers
or run wit winnirs dat win
[Young Buck]
i feel attention when i walk in a club
g-unit to da socks bitches all on a thug
gimme a henny on the rocks n a bottle of bub
i dont need security dis 4 nickle enuf
i came to ball wit chall bop the bar and all
so bitches call ya hoes and niggas call ya dawgs(I'm here)
if u luv yo wife keep her and home tonite
she might neva come home again nigga ight
teeth neck rists all lights my lifes like
ridin in cashville n runnin on stoplights
homie its dat real i pray i keep livin
my momma just had a dream of seein my in prison
my daddy's a dope feen n i dont really miss him
aint see em in 10 yrs and da nigga still livin
the same ol 2 step we move to a rythem
50 holla get em buck!
u know i'm gon get em
[Chorus] (x2)
i know u gon let me shine n get mine
i know u gon let me in wit dis 9
i know u gon let me smoke up my weed
i know u gon let me drink wit no ID
[verse 2]
i know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at the same time
took a couple shots to some niggas tryin to take mine
i'm bak on da block wit a choppa and a tech 9
niggas shootin cops in da hood runnin stop signs
G-Unit The Game!
bitches doin wut the thugs do
g d's vice lords crips and the bloods too
move let me come thru aint a pair of handcuffs can hold me
i'm ridin in a old skool listenin to oldies
my golds be shinin dem hoes be cryin
the handle of my 4-5 outlined in diamonds
just left cashville bout to fly to miami
hopin yayo watchin eminem perform at the grammy's
the reason niggas ? prolly cant stand me
i know money will make hally barry come out dem panties
(ya'll niggas in trouble.....they shuda neva let me in)
chorus x2
[verse 3]
bitch i cud make em bounce back
teach em how to stunt teach em how to count stacks
now where ya hood at buck if u want to
we fifty deep up in here wut u gon do
who want beef
i aint come for no name callin
dont be mad cuz we is and u aint ballin
get money is my motto fo u broke folks
cant spend yo whole life payin on a car note
its all rite if u still on da block boy
c i'ma cold yung thug not a hot boy
u know i do dis for my streets and my peeps
dat behind bars soon as dey get out
i'm gon buy em all cars young buck!
[50]
We get the club jumpin from beginnin to da end
go shorty we back up in dis bitch again we party
harder than u can imagine u can run wit losers
or run wit winnirs dat win

song performed by by Young Buck
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Look At Me Now (feat. Mr Porter)

[Young Buck]
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life,
Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young Buck
Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It
We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back
Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?
This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It
But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It
I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy
Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy
Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born
Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More
You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line
My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
Now Everybody Got They Hand Out
Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out
Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out
But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth
No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks
Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick
Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level
It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto
Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid
That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd
Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It
No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It
Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn
They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram
This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be
Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

song performed by by Young Buck
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Pop Niggas

[ja rule]
How many niggas hit the scene like rule
Benley gt, pushin through bock flooded, with jewels
H-2 with the hungerous rule beside me
Armed up the army, dont play that with nobody
Rule, murder & gotti
We hittin bitches like lowes be hittin switches, 16 at a time
Times that behind with me down we lose and find
X style the night that they mind we ? the times
With renegades prowling this bitch with braids
Leather gloves with dark shades and sowed off day
Reminiscing the cleo, she go to living life flawless
Who the boss, you know this
Who the god, who fawlging
Hit me Im giving niggas 1 to 3
Yall need 1 to 3 hours to accomplish what we have built here
You nigga know this is rule here
Im cocking back, I got an idea
(chorus)
Just hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop niggas, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the rule comin
Clear the block niggas, hop niggas, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the chrome run
Hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the rule comin
Clear the block niggas, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the chrome run
[ja rule]
Yall niggas wanna see the n-g
Ill go watch it like its a hundred and ten of me
Guns bustin in every direction, the public enemy
But naah I aint chuck b, its rule baby
Yall niggas wanna get it crazy, come on yall cant fade me
The music is slavery, roll up and haze
Because most niggas is lazy cotton pickers
Wish theyd find out its me and my niggas they gone
Cuz they prisoners of they own home, we party and get it on
Live it up! as soon as we hit em home
We tuckin away the chrome and humpin up on some hoes
We dem niggas you love to hate...i know
Who cares I been blowin your bitch back out for years
Plus she shared so many tears for me
While you was away, was around the time I made put it on me
So homie, stay from round here you aint know, this is rule here
Im cockin back, I got an idea
(chorus)
[p. williams]
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight well look it here playboy we could go outside
(x2)
Huh, you feelin hot tonight well look it here lil mama we could go outside
(x2)
[ja rule]
Certain niggas need to be kissed in the ground that I walk
Shuttin up when I talk, its rule in full floss
5-0 is tellin him x marks the speasy
How niggas gettin dis money, it cant be this easy
Believe me, I see between cracks and crevices
Angelic and devilish, who thinks better than this
The shell love and angel live in the darkest angles, this is rule here
Im cockin back I got an idea
(chorus)
[p. williams]
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight
Well look it here playboy we could go outside (x2)
Huh, you feelin hot tonight
Well look it here lil mama we could go outside (x2)
(chorus)

song performed by by Ja Rule
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Get Money

Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/

once upon a time, i ran into dis cat/
mike showed me his life, how it fade to blak/

Dat D-boy hustle was da only thing he saw/
hit da curb, flip a bird, nigga's sellin raw/

my mann had role models...dem ones wit da riches/
dey was ridin on blades and a flock a bitches/

wit da shine in his vision, dat life so exsqusite/
da game had him gassed up afta a couple visits/

he was ready 2 prove mann/ dat he was dat dude mann/
da numba 1 hustla, so he got on da move mann/

he hit da mound, pitchin white like he was roger clemens/
gotta phat farm of chickens, da fiends called him russell simmons/

his hustle game was vicious, a hungry lil nigga/
his product movin ridicious, so da packages got bigga/

he copped a topless S 6,5 stones on each fist/
ice out grill 2 chill da sierra mist/

Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/

now my man jimmy here was different, did things right/
explained his story, how he was winning da fight/

his daddy was a janitor, mama was a nurse/
moved him out da hood, so dey wuld neva see da herst/

drivin dey boy, who got caught in da mix/
he was ridin he tricycle, da boy was only six/

but he grew n da suburbs, got all a's in school/
he was outshinin da whites, since king change da rules/

he started hustlin like his daddy, no job he wouldn't do/
u could see him n da mornin shine'n people shoes/

got a job bussin tables, makin sum chump change/
he was payin 4 college, not drivin in a range/

makin his way thru law school, he made sum friends/
da hard work paid off, cuz he ridin in a benz/

call him betty crocka's husband, cuz he makin dat cake/
dude is livin great, eatin lobsta an steak/

Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/

da story gets twisted, da game gets funny/
we see who was hustlin who, gettin dat money/

now mike had kisha, da baddest ho eva/
kept her in diamonds, and louie V sweatas/

on da low she got married 2 a lawyer named jimmy/
she was playin him like dat bitch played semmi/

a queen checkd Kings, she played em like chess/
a cold hearted bitch for what she did next/

she gave 5-0 everything, showed mikes hand/
he laid down his pair a nines, headed 2 da can/

Got Jimmy 2 prosecute, mike had jimmy killt/
police found out, kisha smooth as silk/

she got Mike's money, he got life in da cell/
because she married Jimmy's, she got his as well/

da end of da story, we see da real hustle/
she rob both niggas, didnt even flew a muscle/

Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/

poem by Dis Guy.... His name is Clif
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Let's Live

(chorus)
lets live X5,
got to keep living, come on and
lets live X5,
try to stay, got to stay alive, my niggas
lets live X5,
we should be living here, come on and
lets live X5
lets live lets live...
ilook at my life and i realize i dont wanna let go, (no)
im tryin to survive i dont wanna die, im searchin the best road,
never playing myself, by playing with death, nigga yall better wake up to living,
and appreciate the life you're given,
oh no i dont (dont) wanna go, not now man,
theres too many things a nigga got planned too much to understand,
still so many goals for me to achieve and please believe it,
its rough but still that aint no reason to stop ya breathing,
they ask if a nigga was scared to pass away and i tell 'em hell yeah,
cant hug my babies if i drift and slip in hades its crazy,
and niggas be killin me sayin they ready to die, (you ready to die?)
im ready to live nigga.
grow old with my kids nigga,
aint taking no chances on no afterlife,
cause theres only death after life,
so ill be spending my time,
tyin to stay alive,
if i gotta live and let die
(chorus)
now we livin in a world full of war and murder,
but money makes the world go round and round,
everybody killin everybody
whats that sound?
nine millimeter heater buck em buck em all down,
ooh yall rest in peace, (looks like looks like)
people dont rest in peace, (the world: R-I-P)
(chorus)
now everybody wanna go to heaven, but nobody wanna die, (why?)
that dont make sense,
but let me tell you that i know of a place where (where),
we can just go and chill (just chill), for real,
no more crime,
no more strain,
no more dyin,
no more pain,
no more wasting our lives away,
got to pray X4
everyday X4
and if you fall,
be sure to write,
and everythings gon be all right,
just keep ya eyes on the prize,
and maybe you'll make it up outta this life,
we all die so young, victims of the gun
from poverty to harmony and then to (??)
my nigga you ready to end it?
speak for yourself;
im ready for life, and everything else?
to hell with that
(chorus)

song performed by by Krayzie Bone
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Outta Control

[Intro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I guess ya didn't know
I make you beg for more
Everybody's on the floor
Goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set if off
[Verse 1]
Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
Just move it to the music its on
To the sound of 50 & D.R.E.
Everythings calculated in time percised
Never move another mill let's get right aight
This test is my ?? choice I'm high off life
Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do
Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set if off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 2]
System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
Thats what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, VIP, no ID
Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
Bitches break their necks to be where I be
Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
And remind you that you rockin' with the realest
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 3]
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
A little dose of it, now I want some more
No body put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set if off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off

song performed by by 50 Cent
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Dirty World

[chorus - lil wayne]
Its a dirty world but it still spins
Ya cant do nothin about it but try to live in it
You cant live too large or live too small
Its a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[lil wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin to knock us
Playa haters everwhere, cant trust ya own peeps
And the feds got us with this new thing called conspiracy
Them dirty scamps throwin crosses, real niggas dyin
They put a limit to our flossin, dont wanna see us shine
But close ya eyes, it aint nothin, look the other way
This for my mother, lost my father just the other day
Im seein niggas get shot up, hell I got shot, too
Man, you hate me and I hate you, look what this world do
Now watch ya mouth when people ? ? ? ? seein they brains boil
Look I dont curse but in this verse nigga f*ck the world
Chorus 2x
[turk]
Niggas be wantin to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin to take ya spot, you think its cool but its not
Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got
If you rich you better leave it low
Its a dirty old world, nigga, if you didnt know
Dont tell ya business to hoes cuz theyll cross you up
Tell they oldman you got her, hell try to chop you up
Watch ya back at all times, its a dirty world
Niggas get left and found over boy and girl
F*ck playin the game raw, I play it smart nigga
Think Im gonna get caught up nigga? I wont nigga
I keep my eyes wide, and dont trust no nigga or b*tch
These days, nigga, ya cant trust ya own click
Aint that some sh*t? this world nothin nice
Niggas hatin if you got it, its all gravy when ya trife
Chorus 2x
[juvenile]
Them b*tches got a nigga trapped, they aint givin a sh*t
But theyll give it to them japs, they buy property and dont even pay no tax
Ride nothin but lexus and lacs
The same treatment we ask, a destination of blacks
Give us a ballot of names, and expect us to vote
The way I see it, we losin out anyway this sh*t go
Show me a politician and Ill show you a crook
Show me a police officer that go by the book
Theyll plant dope on ya, go to court on ya
Give ya 99 years and slam the door on ya
Angola, the free man bout it, he dont play
Nigga get outta line, ship em to camp j
Food stamps and welfare done been cut now
They done f*cked the medi-care up, so niggas stuck now
Bet ya before the week out another nigga get killed
Bet ya pendleton dont give a f*ck how a nigga feel
We fallin like bricks, and they flyin like birdies
This world needs to take a bath cuz its too dirty
Chorus 2 ? x
[the b.g.]
Ya know this world so dirty, believe it aint clean at all
I gotta be a lil man and stand tall
Yall niggas jackin for they habit, they cant keep it up
F*ck with the wrong niggas sh*t, you get ya head bust
I only trust niggas that I know down with me
I see straight through cut-throat niggas easily
They tryin to snatch me, cuz they know Im what ya used to be
Cuz Im a major fu-uh-factor to c-m-b
But I keep a chopper thats damn near as big as me
Cuz I refuse to let any nigga still me
Thatll be stripes for a nigga on the f*ckin streets
Reppin off me, sayin they chopped the b.g.
I get some weed and just roll up
This world tore up, niggas on that dope, sick, fold up
My click rich wrapped in diamonds and pearls
Ya gotta be strapped, bein rich in this dirty world
Chorus 4x

song performed by by Hot Boys
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Drop

Timbaland Timbaland Fatman scoop
Timbaland Timbaland
Whatever I say y'all gotta do
Whatever I say y'all gotta do
Whatever I say y'all gotta do

(Timbaland)
Awww lord guess whos comming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky feel drumming
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
Fellas say (OH) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you talking bout cutting nigga slack
girl girl you betta bend that back
12 my girls roll deep in the club
Cant't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Cant wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
you must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to

(Fatman Scoop)2x
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop

(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop

(Magoo)
Get your freak on at club(?)
We aint put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Yall niggas still popping and locking
Aint no zone (?) a white girl
I aint turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You dont want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun
Drop for Big L drop for Big L

(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop

(Magoo)
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy

(Timbaland)
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my Broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the (?)
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back

(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs Now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over

song performed by by Timbaland and Magoo from Indecent Proposal
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Disco Inferno

[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 1]
Go Go Go
Fifty in the house- bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
The flow sounds sick over Dre' drums n*gga, I ain't
stupid- I see Doc and my dope come quicker.
Whoa! Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch
I'ma watch her bounce that assss girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here. Oooohh.
I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimy, what's good?
Outside, the Benz on dubs
I'm in the club wit da snub - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'. Uuuhhh.
[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh.. shake that ass girl.
[Verse 2]
Let's party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let's party, everybody bounce wit me.
Some Champagne and burn ailtte greenary.
This hot. Disco Inferno, let's go. You are now rockin wit a pro.
I get dough to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
Get my drank on then get on da dance floor.
Look homie I don't dance all i do is this.
It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist.
Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this.
You mix a lil' Cris with a lil' Don Perrion.
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we fittin' to carry on.
Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.
[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 3]
You see me shinin' and lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'. uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupin',
switchin lanes. u see me rollin, you know I'm holdin,
I'm about my paper, yeah.
N*gga I'm serious, I ain't playin',
I'llInbed it in your brain, I'm off the chain.
G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!
[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.

song performed by by 50 Cent
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I Dont Know

Dont know
(p.diddy)
All my niggas take a walk wit me
U aint gotta holla,u can talk wit me
Try to learn where my thoughts could be,and how I stack figures
Learn why Im real,still that nigga
I get money I aint gotta do a crime,shit
I hit dimes what I need with a 9
Before yall judge me be clear
We got nothing but heat here
Beware, we here
Whats my name? got chicks twisted like whats my game
Pimp thing still the same I smash it,i dont harass it
Ma,im a baller I score and pass it
Feel me,still me,filthy
Making hits is a crime i,plead guilty
And this is what we came to do
Party,diddy,usher,game is thru
Come on
(usher) (verse 1)
Its right round 11 oclock,one of your girls just called
Asked u how u look,are u ready
U tell her u look hot,not to worry at all
Niggas will be shook u doing it heavy
Shes telling u she might change but u tell her not to,surely she looks stunning
Itll be fun
The club will be full of game but none of that has got u
Me I think your runnin cause Im the one
(chorus)
I dont know what u came to do girl
What u came to do tonight
But I came to party,oh ohh
I dont know what u came to do girl
What u came to do tonight
But I came to party,oh ohh
(bridge)
Ure probably thinking to yourself whats the occasion
And belive me girl I dont just search for fun
The perfect gentlemen at every situation
And the only thing thats missing is the one
Is it u? ?
(chorus)
La la la ghetto girls,la la la suburban girls,la la la international girls
U smell me
(verse 2)
Had to take the time,to open up yo mind
Its exactly what u are.......open
U got the mesmerizing grind
Your shape should be a crime
Damn baby your a star
Your smokin
(bridge)
(chorus)
(ad libs)
(chorus)(out)

song performed by by Usher
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Nigga Please

[pharrell]
What, uh, cmon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (its too late)
Its too late for that
Dont gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that
[jay-z]
Uh, uh, young, neptunes, young chris, roc
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla
[chorus: pharrell]
My nigga, please - you aint signing no checks like these
My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these
My nigga, please - you aint holding no tecks like these
My nigga, please - you dont pop in vest like these
[jay-z]
My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
Nigga please, you aint start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps dont tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you aint got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you dont be getting no hoes
With la perla on they cheeks, cant be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo blahnik Im going through they body like an ultrasonic
You aint got em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you cant prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you cant even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you
[chorus + ad libs]
[jay-z]
Uh, pimp strolling on em
Black diamonds, rose goldin on em
Paper foldin on em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the foldgers on em
Keys, saran wrap with petroleum on em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try {? } on em
Witnesses, its no holdin on em
Just george jefferson strollin on em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real tv
That chick, thats me, that six, thats me
That boat, I had it on the mediterranean sea
Nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
[young chris]
Yo, yo,
Nigga please, yall aint seeing no checks like these (no)
Yall dont run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Yall dont rock your roc-a-wear nike checks like we
Yall coach class, yall never private jet like we
My nigga please, yall dont smoke the sour diesel like us
You dont go to pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, yall dont re-up like us
Ay, yall aint being like us, cause yall dont see it like us
The move the ds when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on es and dust
Then niggas fin with pills, yall dont get gs like us
My nigga please, yall youngns aint got o.g.s like me
B. sig, young hov, dame dash, kareem
Nigga please, somebody mustve gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (ganggreen)
My nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
[pharrell]
Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but dont trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I got the gremlins crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]

song performed by by Jay-Z
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Follow Me Gangsta (feat. G-Unit)

[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpinc

song performed by by 50 Cent
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Problemz

[Young Chris]
We here to make sure these
Niggas take heat and remember
That we bout it, bout our business
Like P and da limit
Got some bout it, bout it
bi***es that fiend for the
Niggas use to flee me for
Them niggas now C all up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how u treat
How much you flee'em
You can get it when you want to
You dont have to eat'em
Jus d***'em down right
Never speak on
Never play us
You dont like
Get a flagrant for that f***
You hatin for that dude jus
Playin his part she datin boy
Down at them clubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Should of seen
The people shakin and movin
And movin and grovin
But gunna was coolin
Long as i had my tool in
Girlies was choosin
Everybody else actin foolish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin
[Hook:]
If you at the bar buyin drinks
Holla (whoop whoop)
V.I.P full of stinly stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin with his wife
Holla (whoop whoop)
Like, like
Lets do it
If there's 23s on da whill
Holla(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin thourgh
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin on your man
Holla (whoop whoop)
[Young Neef]
Dont tell'em notnin
These niggas aint bout nothin
They look here
With them fake stares
We gon get the cuttin
You know theres frontin girlies
All up in da place
Plus they probly mad bi***es all in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These niggas wanna trip
Then we give these
Niggas a taste
Dont shoot at cars
And wont shoot from f

song performed by by Young Gunz
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Just Like That

Im all in the spot
Posted up
Park the drop
Chill in the cut
See a couple hots
Im like what up
Nigga on a watch tryin ta find me one...
Im in disguise
Far away parked my ride
Aint even wearing my ice
I dont need nothin to shine
[chorus]
Im looking for someone
Just like that
Hearing in her tongue
Just like that
Gotta have some fun and aint trippin on...
Does them freaky things (just like that)
Thick all in them jeans (just like that)
Goes down like submarines (just like that)
Just like that...(just like that)(just like that)
The musics bumpin
Sippin on cognac
Pushin up on somethin
Sho mack
She gotta paper on them jeans
Im tryin ta
Take off them paper then them jeans
Bringin mo game than kobe
On a good day
Tryin ta cross her over
In a good way
Ghetto, boughi, valley girl, hood rat
I want it all...
Just like that...
[(chorus) repeat 2x]
Somebody who burns in the kitchen
Maybe even has a couple chillings
Never be trippin and listen
Ready to try new positions
Got her own dough, maybe
We can drive matchin benzes
Baby is cool but has visions
Really puts it down in bed, with precision
Girlfriends in the back and toe lickin
Dont listen to the rumors from them bitches
[(chorus) repeat 2x]
I need a shorty thats down for whatever
Someone I can call on whenever
That can hold me down under pressure
A lady that got her own cheddar
Like yah your girl is cute, but dawgs, mines looks better
Gotta be real sweet and tender
Guys want a wife and not
Just hit her
Haters mad as
Cause Im wit her
Do you understand my niggas...
Shes gotta be...
Just like that...

song performed by by Next
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Clear Da Set

Lil wayne:
Clear da set nigga
(what) (what) (what) (what)
(verse 1)
See I be ridin on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit ks by the truck load
Shouldve got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was on the block with shot gunz
But when I finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz
Dressed in black...long hair...long gaks...lights off no stunn
Pack to the back, no mask, Im thuggin
(what!)what u wan do, if yo ribs dont bust it
Then 20 mo niggas follow in hummers, so aint nothin
(look!)17 ward is where I grew up at
So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at
I blew up that cmb so respect my peeps
Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets
Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death
A little more than you expect nigga...i clear da set
Chorus:
You know they say lil wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads
Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead
Dem...dem...really shouldnt try lil wayne cuz he will play with ks
And will bust a nigga wide open and put his brain on his plate
Now watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames
They...they all got burnt, couldnt cant stand the heat
I bet none of them (? ) jackers aint gone test lil wayne
Cuz i...i clear the set messin wit me
(verse 2)
I find a nigga where he stay
Cock my iron release and spray
We gone ride or we gone play
Its on my mind nigga anyday
Make you die where you lay
Try me and see what shakes
Why nigga I aint fake
Bahdi bye bye now apply away
With them blood claw...lawd(lord)
The m-o-b will break them nuts off...lawd
The must really think this is checkers boy...but why
But to be this hot when u play wit a peppa boy...now cry
Look...look...i dont mean no harm
But u might think Im wrong
But if u play with me and my click, youll blow up like a bomb
I...i upset yo home
Throw slugz at yo dome
Just gimme the word and I shine the chrome bring my help and its on
Yall lil boys shouldnt come against the uptown assasin
Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
Soulja bandana wit bannana clips to fit in my sweeper
Once I hit the set look everybody burns like a heater
(chorus)
Now hold up as I bust back, watch playboy
Keep a dub sack, hey boy
Come to irritate yo day, boy
Watch yo chest seperate, boy
When I cocks me gloc me done tossed dem buck shots
And done kill them blood clots....what the deal
Yall niggas wants some more of wit this
Killas like us will take it to you front door with this
See hittin corners aint no real biggie
Im use to be set in that (? ) wit my still flippin
Im pistol grippin...ridin wit my grill glisten
Niggas done caught up in beef ..till they still missin
Now catch me in the black truck with chrome wheels twistin
A lil tipsy he gone lie, talkin bout he gone kill yo ms.s
Now peep it out
We gone clear da set but watchem (sweep!!!) sweep it out
Im cheap and cheaper and cops bustin in yo people house
If the nigga wan play I turn batter to flour
So nigga clear da set and bout 5 after the hour
(chorus) 1x
I makeem watch a nigga neighbor (phhhh!!!!) go up in flames
They..they all got burnt they cant stand the heat
I bet none of them (? ) jackers aint gone test lil wayane
Cuz i...i clear the set messin wit me
With the blood claw.....lawd(lord) (repeat 3x)
Hot boys untamed guerillas...what!!!

song performed by by Hot Boys
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Tear Da Club Up 97

Intro: three six mafia (repeat 7x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[dj paul]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
Im bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafiad rather die than
[lord infamous]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It aint said we the hardest,
And you cant rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it dont eelin me
(.....? ? .....)
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 8x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[juicy j]
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Aint takin it, aint takin it
The clutches I be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we aint talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters cant get with the mafia click, them fools aint buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
[gangsta boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you cant fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, I dont like that violence stuff
But I believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, wont stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you cant hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before its all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my God it just went gone
[crunchy black]
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild
Lets tear this house right down
Lets tear da club up thugs
Lets do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, dont want none of that
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you cant trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 2x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[koopsta knicca]
Hypnotize I dont think they high enough
See I thought I told you to get buck and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can I blaze it kick it tell me can I kick it man
Since uh, (? ? ) days gone, get hypnotized
Lets start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three triple six members
Four little, five little, six triple six members
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat to fade)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up

song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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I Remember

Y'all ready?
OK
Yeah
Krayzie Jackson
I wanna take this time out right now
Yo holla at my dogs
You know what im sayin?
My Bone thug niggas
I ain't holla'd at y'all niggas in a minute on some real
You know what I'm saying?
So what I wanna do right here is dedicate this to yall; my dawgs
Yo!
What up my nigga! Its been a minute since I saw ya
I hear your lawyer still tryin to get that appeal for ya,
Wanted to holla and tell you what's poppin' but you probably
Already know we been going through problems, anyway I
Hear you been exercising and getting strong in tha mind,
I hear you been searching for god inside the Quran,
Thats cool man I been prayed up myself;
I pray for my health and stress way less for wealth now
I'm still a soldier but I'm trying to be one for Johovah,
We in tha last days, and tha last days is almost over,
We all older now our minds much stronger now,
I can see in ya letters your vocabulary's broader now,
I wish we woulda been this smart before we let this game rip us apart
And we forgot that God was our heart,
But don't even sweat it, my nigga stay strong
And we gon' kick it when you come home, my nigga Flesh-N-Bone
(chorus)
I remember, remember back in the day, when we all used to hang,
Yeah, back in tha hood that was an everyday thang,
Y'all remember, how we got in this game, we was all in tha same,
But then came the fame, and thangs changed
What up, Lay? Hope you and ya family ok,
I dont know where I should begin because I got so many things to say,
We been dogs since the 7th grade, the 7th grade, struggled together for a better way, and better days,
We was Kid-n-Play, Kriss Kross and all them niggas
They called you the light one and of course I was the dark skinned'd one hey!
Yyou was the human beat box, and I was the rapper, entered battles in between classes
Those days, it aint the same no more
We dont even hang no more
We let the fame destroy,
Something that's worth way more
Cause friends
Kinda hard to come by
Aint no telling these days
Shoulda seen it coming aint no trusting these snakes
But all in all, we had a ball,
And even though we took a fall, its not for long fa sho!
We'd be some damn fools if we let silly egos come between some damn trues and cause a fam fued
My nigga, my nigga
(chorus)
Wish! My nigga, I can clearly remember
See me and you go way back to that day and night in November (or was it December)
When we was mobbin trying to rob some niggas
And I was high put the slug in the pump and I cocked that nigga
But I had my finger still on the trigger
Oh my God, my nigga!
Screamin at me like "you shot me nigga!"
And I was shocked my nigga
My ears started ringing I was tweakin
Blood was squirting
You was swerving on tha curb man word man
Rushed to emergency coppers came and arrested me,
Even though you told em I didnt do it they cuffin me
You told we was just chillin and niggas hit us,
Half dead and ain't snitchin now thats tha realest (that was tha realest)
Thats why we still down
Its really real now
Make you feel how
We in it to win it with our ill style
You suckas better recognize
Better check it
When Krayzie and Wish hit em with Thug Line records, nigga
(chorus)
I ain't forgot about you, Bizzy Bone, whats happenin?
We was always in some action every night straight to bracklin(?)
Its crackin
We walked the streets together
Starved and aint eat together
Slept outside in zero below
Was gon freeze together
I remember I went to tha county
And when I got out, you went bustin your pistol; nigga you rowdy
Now how did it all of a sudden get so cloudy?
They say Krayzie got problems with Bizzy that why they,
They breaking up
Only problem I had was you running out on the band
But you explained to me deeper and now i understand
So why is niggas beefin when there's cheese to get,
And bread to stack,
And heads to crack?
We got a daily rap
We get together we tha coldest
The realest East 99 soldiers
United we ball, divided we fall
When Bone come back we'll silence em all! (for real nigga)

song performed by by Krayzie Bone
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Block Burner

Verse 1: (lil wayne)
Ha ha ha ha check it
Its me thats creepin through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier with a mac
I bust back till it crack
You see I ride tonight
Bullets fly at night
Lain tonight
Wayne and get high at night
And a high tonight when Im duckin round the mirrors
I run over niggas like eighteen wheelers
Hungry gorilla
Ah what cha what cha got wootay
Gettin beef thinks its cool I hit cha hit cha block wootay
Hit cha get cha gurl
Choppa choppa neighborhood
Let his poppa understood
Nigga burn like wood
And I swang
Through yo house wit that thang
Fo-five range
Can you catch me where I reign
Now look hang to below the sealevel
I be hotter than a devil
Lil daddy Im on fire
17 rider
Mac-mac his supplier
Lil boy my chopper make mo noise than a choir
One of these niggas gone leave here brainless
Some of these niggas aint gone even be remainin
Look now you keep thinkin Im to be played with
My gage spray quick
I aint ta be played with
I ride like a rollercoaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
Im comin up the back my grill start to spark
Opp Im coming up the front (breathing hard) ya caught
Now where you gone run and where you gone turn
Oohh I got my gun
Oohh chopper bullets burn
To whom it may concern
Chopper bullets burn
Get through your block like a perm
Look weak like sperm
(chorus) 2x
Now check the whole block the whole block catch a fire
I be the I be the block block on the rider
Verse 2
I spin yo corner with my size 16 sankin
Lip trangin
Shootin 50 automatic
They all black and
Stickin niggas like patches
Family stackin
They all burn like matches
Now test me and it will be accidental
Erase like pencils
Use niggas like rentals
Now who
Will wanna run up on my crew
Look as cool
Logger its all on you
See I cruise
Up and down your street like the caribbean
Then I release all off my heater from the fifty plus
Ashes to dust I get dirty dirty like mud
Leave one ta bust
And dirty dirty slugs rush
Now hush and everybody keep the noise down
See uptown bout to bring all of you boys down
Got a mean frown
Im movin like a po lil bug
Better keep it shut
Fo the whole block get burned up
(chorus)2x
Verse 3
Thats me up on the back street in black clothes
See me and rob burn blocks whoa nigga whoa
We get two choppers from mike and leave a hundred hoes
We run up on you at night whoa nigga whoa
See I explode
And leave brains on the flo
I light yo block
With case glocks and calicodes
Now there it go
The beat done jumped off
Oo-ooohhh the beat done jumped off
I clear your street with heat from a sawed-off
And all the peeps on yo street get hauled off
Dont fall off
Or wootay its on you
The bullets charged see wootay I warned you
I come through with a chopper to let it off
Ya ready dawg the drama ima let it off
La la la la la la weak like sperm
Told ya told ya told ya chopper bullets burn
(chorus)
Now check the whole block the whole block
Its best you play cool fo I make it yo block

song performed by by Hot Boys
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Hold Me Down

Ghetto...
Yo...
Hold me down...
Next, yeah
[chorus]
All I ever need is my wifey
And some real niggas behind me
A lady to hold me down
My niggas will hold me down
Someone that can ride in the passenger side
Ride or die
Cop the cake
Then we define
Cant nothin hold me down...
Yo...
Cant nothin hold me down...
The sun dont shine, sun dont shine
If i, cant wake up next to mine
Wake her ass up, tap her one more time
No more baby sleepin, but she dont mind
Shes ghetto
But she keeps a nigga level
Even when Im short on change
She wont complain
Even got an extra job to maintain
[chorus]
I use to be real friendly with everybody
Til somebody tried to take my baby
Now the only niggas that hang with me
(are)a chosen few (my) chosen crew (cause)
Some niggas are slimy dude (but)
You know who Im talkin to you (trust)
Real recognize, real for real, this is robert, we fell, way before the deal
[(chorus) repeat 2x]
No matter how hard it is
Or how bad the storm gets
I promise this...
That I will always be right here...
If its a dollar its fifty cent apiece
If its a million you get five hundred gs
Cause we are family...
Ill ride for you, if youll ride for me...
[(chorus) repeat 2x]

song performed by by Next
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All Around The World

Swear to God I just touched down
[chorus: jay-z + (latoiya)]
All around the world.. (same song)
Killa cali nigga (same song)
A-t-l (same song)
Real-adelphia.. dude its all around the world
[jay-z]
London, england, south of france
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when Im out in japan
Im a tokyo giant like ichiro, I am
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the cap, or capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed
Your manll stand manta ray, handlin a steak
And handlin the modern stand about five-eight
Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that
Or Im mixin in switzerland, tryin to buy time
Ballin out in bali when its gorgeous out in cali
Brunchin at the 4 seasons, off the heezy
When its back home nigga back to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me
[chorus: jay-z + (latoiya)]
All around the world.. (same song)
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi-town.. all around the world
[jay-z]
Said its all love, sure club, m-i-a
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred beyonces
A couple fiances, Im the new devante
Come and talk to me mami in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she aint too young
Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
Im just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller
Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Runnin then I wake up in marthas vineyard
Same boss this year, I think Im gon spend christmas
Reminisce about the time my mom couldnt spend christmas
Now Im gon send her on her own little wish list
Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl
Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy
A ticket and you pay to see d - sweet sade
[latoiya]
Sade, sade, dont you know I love you sweet sade, sade
All around the world
[jay-z]
Said it aint where you from yo its where you at
Real niggaz out in brooklyn, some niggaz dont clap
Its real killers out in cali, some niggaz just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, its all to the good
Real players in the d-twa, some of them throwed
Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined gangsters, come on charlie I know
Shit it aint about your city or borough
Its bout if you really as thorough
And if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you
Real recognize real and you lookin familiar
Ima bed-stuy nigga but I do it to death
I promise Im as st. thomas homey eatin at chefs
One-twelve, a-t-l, the sun up yet?
Then we party like the sun dont set
[latoiya]
We gon take you all around the world.. its the same song (same song)
Everywhere (same song)
Its the same song (same song)
We gon take you all around the world.. same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
All around the world..

song performed by by Jay-Z
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Whatcha Gonna Do?

(Yawn)
Hahaha
And ugh
I started out dumb
Sprung off a hood rat
Listening to the radio
Wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed
I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was f**king me man
Listen
I've got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas they wanna see me rise
'97 watch me cut these motherf**kers down to size
And if I catch another case
Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room
Please don't let them frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards
Living as a thug
Count my blessings
Don't stress in this land with no love
Maybe if they see me rolling
Look at all this green I'm holding
I guess that's why the envious
Get their eye swollen
Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler
Be the hardest nigga on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart
F**k they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted
Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip
Time to mash
They asked for it
Me Makaveli I'm a motherf**ker
We break bread
Now we thug brothers (huhuh)
Niggas talk a lot of nonsense
I choose to ignore
A war
They ain't ready for it (huhuh)
[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
[Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro]
My nine is thuglord
My mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart
They shine when I shine
My ryhme is my grind
My team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught
Indeed they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust
When I got the sawed-off
Niggas gettin' halved off
Yer, nigga beware
Stand clear
This nigga's scared
Man I don't really care
I've been lost loved (loved)
My heart need a hug (hug)
My bite leave blood (blood)
Fight with a grudge
The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you f**king with a grown man
And I can't afford to loose
Where we from niggas told to do
So what cha ya wann' do?
[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
[Verse 3: Tupac]
Watch me clown
Give me loving when I'm high
I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die
In drop-top double r
Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend
'Till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them niggas out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heeds from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it alright
I'm in the studio
Making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise
They hated 'till death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do?
[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

song performed by by 2 Pac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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