Lights Off
[Lil' Wayne]
Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off)
You know what time it is (What)
You know what time it is (What)
Strap -Up (Gun Cocks)
[Verse 1]
Alot of niggas better move out
Cause here I come with my click
With the tools out
All of a sudden all these cowards
Startin to spook out
It's warfare a buncha of niggas
Bout to loose out
It's time to load up them thangs
Hit the spot run in his house
And make 'em show up then thangs
Take 'em in the room go in his pockets
And then blow up his brain
No matter the weather
Rain
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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
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Love Makes You Do Thangs
Here I go again
I guess I can't pretend
I'm a sucker for pure love, my friend
I find myself always thinking
about that first romantic weekend
It's like there's nothing else to do
but sit and fantasize of you
(Love, love, love) Love makes ya do thangs (do thangs, doo thangs)
(Love, love, love) Makes ya do thangs (do thangs, doo thangs)
You can't fight it, anyway
It grabs you by the heart
and makes you walk away
So far, ya gave me love
What more could I be asking for
I'll make him mad
he leaves,
?ause I won? go all the way
from me
Love, love, love (Love makes you)
Makes you do thangs (Do thangs)
Do thangs (Do thangs), do thangs (Do da do da do do thangs)
Love, love, love (Love makes you do thangs)
Makes you do thangs (Do thangs)
Do thangs (Do thangs), do thangs (Do thangs)
Letters all the time
Why can? I simply say what? on my mind
I got to make it harder, thangs with poetic sayings
Why it? so hard to see the signs of love in front of me
Maybe I don? believe there could ever be a love for me
Find yourself a bit confused
Wonder why you?e dointhings you don? normally do in life
I got news for you, it? the same for everyone
Once you?e in you can? win, so you might as well have fun
Love (Love), love (Love), love (Ooh)
Makes you do thangs (Do thangs)
Do thangs (Do thangs), do thangs (Do da do da do do thangs)
Love, love (Love, yeah), love (Love makes you do thangs)
Makes you do thangs (Do thangs)
Do thangs (Do thangs), do thangs
If you choose not listen to me
Don? you say I didn? warn you, one day love comes back to haunt you
Don? be fooled, baby, it? the same for everyone
Once you?e
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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!!!
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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
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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
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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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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
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Stick 'Em Up
Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
And you know what i'm tired of?
I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
So if you see one you know what you do?
[Chorus:]
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em
[repeat]
[Pimp C]
Uh
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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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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)
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Where I'm From
[Dutch:]
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth
I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about
Got big guns dog
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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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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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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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Neckbones
[Verse 1]
It ain't so much about the words I say but how I say 'em
And I'm gon play this game the best and make sure that I slay 'em
Even my enemies impressed 'bout how I make my moves
They tried to step it up but can't 'cause they just fake and lose
My niggas double R but I don't hide behind my dogs
Nigga
song performed by by Eve from Eve-Olution
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Ya'll
Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile
Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Remember in I-5 you couldn't feel my style
Remember when y'all said you ain't nuttin but a kid
Y'all said I wouldn't make it
Hey but I did
Remember when y'all said me and hump ain't workin'
Just check the driveway nigga we ain't hurtin'
I bet y'all niggas never take a bank style
It ain't my fault that yo group ain't high
It ain't my fault that you can't do shows
Either we movin' to fast or y'all movin' to slow
Now why you wanna go out and make me mad
If you drop another album you gone make me laugh
Cause y'all niggas tryna steal my style
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile
Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile
Buy the car
Buy the house
Remember that
That was me
Diamonds all in yo face
Remember that
That was me and C
Southside still holdin'
Me
song performed by by Lil' Flip from The Leprechaun
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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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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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Get Ready (feat. Snoop Dogg & The Rock)
Album: Senior
(feat. Snoop Dogg & The Rook)
You think you know but you have no clue
No idea
You don't know G
I mean you really really don't Know G
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
Hell Yeah ya better get ready
What's cracka lackin
It's the big dog
I'm in the hizzle with my nizzle Gin U izzle
And I mean from playa to playa
It's only right if I gots to pass the throne
I gots to pass the throne
I gots to pass it to my nephew G
He's bonafide, Qualified, and the ladies would definitely testify
Matter fact G
Holla at them Nephew
Fa Sho
Pass the Hennessey
I'm about to get bent
Toss the box of blunts
Let me roll the upper lip
Don't make me pop thangs
Cause I gets off the chain
You don't know me
But you're bout to
It's the real me
And I thought you knew
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready (he coming at you full speed baby, but with a slow motion twist)
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
N****s get ready
I mean I mean Ginuwine is so official
Like a referee with a whistle
Better yet like a gangsta with a pistol
So you n****s bettter get ready
Yeah I know
Matter fact G
Give it 'em doggy style
I know they ain't ready but they got to get ready
You do you I do me
And we keep it like a G
Pass me that Hennessey
Fa Sho
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready (oh yeah and me, I'm right with it, I'm ridin shotgun)
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
N****s get ready
Pass the Hennessey
I'm about to get bent
Toss the box of blunts
Let me roll the upper lip
Don't make me pop thangs
Cause I gets off the chain
You don't know me
But you're bout to
It's the real me
And I thought you knew
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
(I'm a show ya, I'm a let ya in so you better get ready)
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
(now it's about time to show you me, so I'm gonna show you me, so I'm gonna show you G)
N****s get ready it's time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
Yeah the senior
And you graduatin with honors nephew
And that's from the top dolla with honors and scholars
Ginuwine a little something for the ladies
And the playas too
You got to do it
Preach
Yah better get ready
song performed by by Ginuwine
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