Can't C Me
Intro: George Clinton
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin' hard but won't realize
that they will never see
the P
(You must be goin' blind)
Verse One: 2Pac
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i'm cashin'
while they coughed up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west
song performed by by Tupac from All Eyez On Me 2
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All Night
Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
[Chorus:]
All night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south
song performed by by Busta Rhymes from Anarchy
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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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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]
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God Been Good
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest
[Intro]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me
[Verse 1]
On everything I love, I'm a thug
I done considered a change but what for (What for?)
Alla my homies in pen fields
I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them
I gotta tell 'em how it really is
Alotta things done changed since last year
Nope the crib and the same no more
And these young niggas don't respect the game no more
They don't see your name no more
They doin' they own lil' thangs though
Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for
But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight
Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him
So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs
If you help me Lord my heart'll never change
And y'all pray wit me
Huh, huh-huh
'Fore they come get me and then come get cha
[Hook]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money
Look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
[Verse 2]
I could've been Asian, Bohemian
Puertorican, Jamaican
Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian
Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese
Could've been from overseas or the West Indies
Could've been anything but God made me black
Could've had anything but God gave me stacks
While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black
Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back
So as you see, a
song performed by by Trick Daddy
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God Been Good
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest
[Intro]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me
[Verse 1]
On everything I love, I'm a thug
I done considered a change but what for (What for?)
Alla my homies in pen fields
I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them
I gotta tell 'em how it really is
Alotta things done changed since last year
Nope the crib and the same no more
And these young niggas don't respect the game no more
They don't see your name no more
They doin' they own lil' thangs though
Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for
But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight
Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him
So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs
If you help me Lord my heart'll never change
And y'all pray wit me
Huh, huh-huh
'Fore they come get me and then come get cha
[Hook]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money
Look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
[Verse 2]
I could've been Asian, Bohemian
Puertorican, Jamaican
Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian
Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese
Could've been from overseas or the West Indies
Could've been anything but God made me black
Could've had anything but God gave me stacks
While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black
Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back
So as you see, a
song performed by by Trick Daddy
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Goin' Through Some Thangs
Chorus: [Master P]
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.
Verse 2: [Master P]
I close my eyes
song performed by by Master P from Ghetto D
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Ole Wirginny
In a little log house in Ole Wirginny,
Sum niggas lib dat cum from Guinny;
Dare massas flog' em berry little -
But gib dem plenty work and wittle.
Ole Massa Jim, real clebber body,
Ebbery day he gib dem toddy,
An' wen de sun fall in de ribber,
Dey stop de work - an' res de libber.
Chah! chah! dat de way
De niggas spen' de night an' day.
At night dey gadder round de fire
To ta'k ob tings wot hab perspire -
De ashes on de tater toss 'em,
Parch de corn an' roast de possum;
An' arter dat de niggas splutter,
An' hop an' dance de Chicken Flutter.
Da happy den an' hab no bodder -
Dey snug as rat in a stack-a-fodder,
Chah! chah! dat de way
De niggas spen' de night an' day.
'Twas on the nineteenf day of October,
When de Juba dance was ober;
Dey he' a great noise dat soun' like t'under,
Which make de niggas stare and wonder!
Now Cæsar say, he lay a dolla',
De debbil in de corn, for he hea'd him holler;
But Cuffee grin an say, 'Now cum see,
I b'lieb it's nott'in' but possum up a gum tree.'
Chah! chah! dat de way
De niggas spen' de night an' day.
Den one nigga run an' open de winda,
De moon rush in like fire on a tinder;
De noise soun' plainer, de niggas got fri'ten' -
Dey tink 'twas a mixture ob t'under and litenin'.
Some grate brack mob come cross de medder,
Da kine-a roll demsel's togedder;
But soon dey journ' dis exhalation,
Was nott'in' more dan de niggas from anoder plantation.
Chah! chah! dat de way
De niggas spen' de night an' day.
Dese noisy bracks surroun' de dwellin',
While de news one nigga got a-tellin';
De res ob 'em grin to hear ole Quashy
Menshun de name ob Gineral Washy.
He say dat day, in Yorktown Holler,
Massa George cotch ole Cornwaller;
An' seben t'ousand corn off him shell him -
Leff him nott'in' more'n a cob for to tell him.
Chah! chah! dat de way
De niggas spen' de night an' day.
He say, 'Den arter all dis 'fusion,
Dat was de en ob de rebolushun;
An nex day all roun' dat quarter,
Dey gwaing for to keep him as dey ort to.'
An dat dare massas 'specially say den,
De niggas mought hab hollowday den;
An dey mout hab rum all day to be quaffin',
All de niggas den buss right out a-laffin'.
Chah! chah! dat de way
De niggas spen' de night an' day.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Moveing Things (feat. Master P And Samm)
I keeps a nine in my draws cause you know I like to ball nigga I ain't warren
G but sometimes I want it al flip half into a whole make a once into a brick
get it for $16 $5 me and muy niggas we onna be rich put them 20's on my benz
so you know I got some ends keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch
your friends seen the game it shyatie I got some niggas that don't like me
tell the ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indite me, on a murder I
didn't do, I'm still thugin with my crew, cause once you snitch your threw, if
you hustle then you true, but you live for the sh*t, but you die for the
clique', sle your soul to get rich, then run your mouth like a b*tch
(chorus) I know my man is moving things, (not a 5 baby, I got a job baby) that
one day my niggas gonna change (all the time baby I'm on the grind baby) repeat
1x !
Nigga we hustle the streets so it's like f*ck the police,my enemies don't
wanna see a nigga go up his feets, I got the crom for the hatas, and birds on
the table, give my life for the niggas and we splitting the paper, and say
thugging is the secret that help a nigga ball, O-Z's flippin quick and the cling
never fall, the grind got us strap with nines on our laps, crime is a trap,
choppin dimes and crap, henesi got your mind, if you slip you might give us
time, but I'm fighting for mine, if I die in this game, send my soul to God,
don't make it mine in this game eventhough it's hard
(chorus) repeat 3x's
song performed by by 504 Boyz
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Roll Roll
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Master P:
Every bag of that raw
We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga
From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin
song performed by by 504 Boyz from Goodfellas
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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)
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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
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Blueberry
INTRO:(PRINCE ITIAL)
Watch it!Watch it!
Daz is coming and there'll be no more waiting
Watch it!Watch it!
Kurupt is coming and there'll be no more waiting
Watch it!Watch it!
Doggystyle is coming and there'll be no more waiting
You might be shooting up close with the Itial ever lose respectin
VERSE 1:(KURUPT)
Now follow me deep in the depths of my mind
Thinkin many plots blossoms how amny times?
I'm sedated my (?conscriptiated?) from beginning
Broke in the bombest weed smoke that will make a nigga choke
To my loccs way down in the Valley deep
To my homies in the Pound from L-ong Beach
To my bulls out in Philly coz all they smoke is phillies
Wit' these silly ass bitches out for a niggas riches
Now really really ever slip or trip
A big shout out to my niggas in ??
I spits the vocabulary to sinks MCs like ships
With my nocturnal rhymes and editorial clips
I gotta click that'll hit you like a thousand volts
The homies catchin cases
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Wonderful (Remix) (Feat. Ja Rule & R
Wonderful (Remix)?
(Featuring R. Kelly and Ja Rule)
(Intro- Harmony: R. Kelly)
Huuuummmha, ha, ha, huuummm.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Rap: Ja Rule: Verse 1)
Wanna keep you flawed with no dough?
Pimpin aint easy. Trust me I know.
When gangstas and hos,
Go, go, go, go, go, go together like chinchilla and bad weather,
Im good but been better.
All my bros, chedda and glamorous things, copped a few cars.
A crib with a east and west wing.
Cause this is how Im livin and yall women know the secrets of how to get it and keep it, how to prey on my weakness,
Cause I want the P-U-S-S-Y.
Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it aint just I,
Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on my life.
If it wasnt for the money and the things I got,
Shit, she probably wouldnt like me.
But I keep her and Irv and Jeffrey quite icy
Sip seraphin.
Who doesnt like me and the Murderous I-N-C?
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Rap: Ja Rule [and R. Kelly]: Verse 2)
I wonder why love is about money
and why you wanna take it all from me?
Honey,
My life is dark but its lovely.
Crimes, cars, cribs.
Aint that right Kelly
(R. Kelly: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!)?
Yall bitches dont know,
Money aint a thang.
Mami need a lil change,
Girl, Im pitchin quarters.
Closest to the arches but live in a fortress.
New Benzes, new Porsches,
New cases, new lawyers.
Im becoming the infamous Notorious Rule.
Niggas, couldnt walk a mile in my shoes,
Niggas dont possess the heart that I do.
And its a wonder that Im still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.),
Thought I was gone but Im still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.),
And all you bitches that left me here (R. Kelly: OH!),
Its kinda funny (R. Kelly: OH!) how you (R. Kelly: OH!) right back there
(R. Kelly: OH!).
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Harmony: R. Kelly, Ashanti, and Irv Gotti)
(R. Kelly:) Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh (Ashanti: mmmm)!
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Ashanti: hey-yeah)!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh (Ashanti: owww)!
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Ashanti: hey-yeah, mmmm)!
(Irv Gotti:) Ashanti
(Ashanti [and R. Kelly]: Verse 3)
Now, how many nights does it take to make you,
To be my love, through all these years?
Done had yo kids.
How could you wonder, hey-yeah?
See, I was wit you through the rain and thunder,
And all that cryin and that pain who-cha-grunda.
Now, tell me baby, do you still wonder, hey-yeah?
Cause Im that chick from I-N-C;
Some try to front, but then, chicks aint me.
Straight to the top, yall all gon see; all my ladies say (uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh).
Its no wonder why we still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.),
And all this hatin and we still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.).
You didnt think that we would be here (R. Kelly: OH!),
Aint (R. Kelly: OH!) no mistakin, this is (R. Kelly: OH!) our year
(R. Kelly: OH!).
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Outro: R. Kelly)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
song performed by by Ashanti
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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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Mess With My Man (feat. Jagged)
Verse 1: It was hard to find a brother that was down for me
So Im telling everybody let him be 'cause
He's mine and I cant take no bitches trying to take my baby
So I thought I had to let you know, find someone to call your own
'Cause now you're walking in danger zone and if i touch you
Ill be wrong......
Hook: If you mess with my man
I'ma be the one bring it to you
Got my girls got my man
So find your own and leave mine alone
Don't mess with my man
I'ma be the one bring it to you
Heres a little advice for you- find your own man
Verse 2: It was hard to find a girl that's down for me
Seems like a lot of niggas tryin me cause
They tryin' to take my baby, oh what the hell no!!
So now you really better check yourself
Messing with my girl is bad for your health and
So you know you will be dealt with
Better find your own girl
Hook: If you mess with my girl
I'ma be the one to bring it to you
Got my niggas got my girl
So find your own and leave mine alone
Don't mess with my girl
I'ma be the one to bring it to ya
Here's a little advice for you- find your own girl
Bridge: Nivea- Girl I'm warning you
If you want my man you should just keep your hands to yourself
J.E.- And playa I'm warning you, if you want my girl
I suggest that you look but don't touch
Nivea- Hard to find a brother that is down for me
Don't mess with my man
J.E.- Hard to find a girl that is down for me
Don't mess with my girl (2x each)
song performed by by Nivea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mind On My Money
[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)
song performed by by Youngbloodz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mind On My Money
[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)
song performed by by Youngbloodz
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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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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Can U Get Away
[2Pac] Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away?
Let me come swoop you up.
[girl] You know I got a man.
[2Pac] I know you got a man
but he ain't gon' if I take you out.
[girl] Of course he gon' mind.
[2Pac] Let me take you to lunch.
I'll have you back before he even get home;
before anybody see.
[girl] I can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me.
[2Pac] Pleeeeeease...
[girl] Nah.
[2Pac] Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye?
Why you got on glasses?
Verse One: 2Pac
Ever since I met ya I could beat depression
It's like your man don't understand
song performed by by Tupac from Me Against the World
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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