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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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
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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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Road Block
Yeah!, all right!
Oh, ain't no problem
Carry no heavy load
Lord, no!
Why can't i love you, baby ?
You try to block my road.
You try to block my road. hey!
Oh, better off to hand you
Everything i own, ha ha ha ha!
Strange to see you waiting for me,
You try to block my road, yeah yeah,
Try to block my road
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block daddy daddy daddy
Road block
Road block
Alright on the road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Yeah! road block
Road block, alright, alright, alright!
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Whoa road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Road block
Yeah!
Try to block my road, daddy daddy daddy
I said now every time i turn around
Why, try to block my road
Why did you try to hurt me try to block my road
I said all i ever wanted to do was try to block my road
N-now all i ever wanted to do was to love you try to block my road
Tell me, tell me, tell me try to block my road
Tell me, tell me, tell me now try to block my road
Waaah try to block my road
Waaah try to block my road
Try to block my road.
Ha ha!
Oh, ain't no problem
Carry no heavy load
Oh no, no!
Why can't i love you, baby ?
You try to block my road.
Hey hey, try to block my road,
Now now, try to block my road
Right, right, honey right now!
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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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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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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Prettiest Cop On The Block
I'm 6 foot 3 with a fist like a hammer
And I work with the Vice Squad when I can
And when I pull out my badge they forget all my glamor
Little guys all surprised
Take a seat
Peek at me
It's a bust
I'm a man
I'm the prettiest cop on the block I set your souls on fire
Yes, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I'm cool and I'm so mean
Oh, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I've handcuffed your desire
I've got a stiff reputation with a stick like a rock
My kids are confused and my wife is in shock
I'm a full blooded man not a weak immitation
I like to flex my arms in the neon lights
I'm a queen on the street and a king at the station
It's a secret of mine, not a sign I'm gonna make that right
Because..
I'm the prettiest cop on the block I set your souls on fire
Yes, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I'm cool and I'm so mean
Oh, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I've handcuffed your desire
I've got a stiff reputation with a stick like a rock
My kids are confused and my wife is in shock
I must look pretty shocking
In my bullet proof vest
With my black lace stockings
All this hair on my chest
When the boys see me coming
All the boys start to run
They all got their empty holsters
And I got the only gun
Because..
Because, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I set your souls on fire
Yes, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I'm cool and I'm so mean
Yes, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I handcuff your desires
I got a stiff reputation with a stick like a rock
My kids are confused and my wife is in shock
I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I set your souls on fire
Yes, I'm the prettiest cop on the block
And I'm cool -- so mean
I'm the prettiest cop on the block
I handcuff your desires
I'm so pretty, I'm so pretty, so pretty
Yes I'm gorgeous
I'm really lovely
And I'm so mean, so mean
I'm oooo I'm mean
But I'm pretty
And I'm mean
Sooo Pretty
But I'm mean
And I'm pretty
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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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
song performed by by Lil' Wayne from Tha Block Is Hot
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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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Stay The Night
Ooh, ooh, baby
Immatures back-back-back
Ooh, ooh, baby-baby
Ooh, ooh, baby
Romeo, ldb, and batman
You wanna get with me tonight
Ooohhh...
Vesre 1:
Baby, try me, give me all your love
I will never do you wrong
Baby, wont you let down your guard
Then maybe we can go real far
Chorus:
Ooh, ooh, baby
You say you wanna stay the night (stay together)
You know you got a brother high (brother high)
Ill come and pick you up in my ride (my ride, whoa)
Ooh, ooh, baby-baby
Ooh, ooh, baby
You say you wanna stay the night (whoa whoa)
You wanna get with me tonight (get with me tonight)
Ill come and pick you up in my ride (oh oh )
Ooh, ooh, baby-baby
Verse 2: baby, Ill be there to get you around one
So we can go chill and have some fun
Baby, lets cuddle till the sun comes up
And baby, you know that I love you so much
Chorus:
Ooh, ooh, baby
You say you wanna stay the night (stay together)
You know you got a brother high (brother high)
Ill come and pick you up in my ride (ooh, baby)
Ooh, ooh, baby-baby
Ooh, ooh, baby (you say you want me)
You say you wanna stay the night
You wanna get with me tonight (whoa)
Ill come and pick you up in my ride (hold me, hold me)
Ooh, ooh, baby, baby-baby
Rap; (romeo)
Once my niggas get down like that
You didnt know its from the stack
We can move from the front to the back
Watch me make you cool like cat
Make moves, you dont break the rules
Take no fools, if thats school
Romeo, I never lose
With the girls I choose
Immatures back-back-back
Throw your hands to the side
Hey ladies [yeah]
Do you think we? re tight [yeah]
Immatures back-back-back (oh, yeah)
Throw your hands to the side (whoa, yeah)
Hey girls [yeah]
Do you think were tight [yeah] (oh, baby)
Ooh, ooh, baby
You say you wanna stay the night (you say you wanna stay the night)
You know you got a brother high
Ill come and pick you up in my ride
(Ill come and pick you up in my ride)
Ooh, ooh, baby-baby (pick you up in my ride)
Ooh, ooh, baby
You say you wanna stay the night (stay the night, baby)
You wanna get with me tonight
Ill come and pick you up in my ride (whoa whoa)
Ooh, ooh, baby-baby
Ooh, ooh, baby (ooh, ooh, baby)
You say you wanna stay the night
You know you got a brother high
Ill come and pick you up in my ride
Ooh, ooh, baby-baby
Immatures back-back-back (you say you wanna stay the night)
Throw your hands to the side (you wanna be with me tonight)
Hey girls [yeah]
Do you think were tight [yeah] (ooh, ooh, baby)
Ooh, ooh, baby
You say you wanna stay the night
Immatures back-back-back
Throw your hands to the side
Do you think were tight (ooh, ooh, baby) [yeah]
You say you wanna get with me tonight
Ill come and pick you up in my ride (so we can go chillin)
Ooh, ooh, baby
You say you wanna stay the night (ooh, ooh, baby)
You know you got a brother high (ooh, ooh, baby)
Ill come and pick you up in my ride
song performed by by Imajin
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Block It Out
All the hurt inside me
I just block it out
All those tears i need to cry
I just block them out
All those memories of past years
That would still make me cry
I never said goodbye
I'm scared that if i let them out
They'll never stop
I've got a reputation of being happy
Always on top
I can't let them down
Let them see me frown
I just block it out
I just block it out
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Playa Hataz
playa hataz on this house if you see them turk them out,all this hoes on the
street sucking on da dick bitches just hating cuz they cant get no lik an as u
see crazy niggas on the street doing his thang slangin that bud sipping on that
gin out chillin with the boys getting cut by da po po running down the block
holding their glock
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Playa Hataz
playa hataz on this house if you see them turk them out,all this hoes on the
street sucking on da dick bitches just hating cuz they cant get no lik an as u
see crazy niggas on the street doing his thang slangin that bud sipping on that
gin out chillin with the boys getting cut by da po po running down the block
holding their glock
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Danger
[Intro]
The brotha's got this complex occupation
The brotha's got this complex occupation
The brotha's got this complex occupation
[Verse 1]
Me and this baby
Gon' be up all night long
Walkin this wood flo'
'Till my man gets home
I'm at the front do'
I'm listening by the phone
But I'm gon' be here
With my make-up on
I'ts been a long time
Since my man been gone
But when he get here
You know I won't be gone
Because I love him
Love him strong (N'Dambi)
Me and this baby
Gon' be up all night long
[Chorus 2x]
Because they got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
Block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
Talking
What she say?
I said,
Block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
[Verse 2]
Got a box of money
That I keep under my bed
But we don't spend it though
Might need it for more Yeyo
We need this money
Just in case we need to
Make a run
Gotta keep the clip in mama's gun
Or run...
We like to keep the car runnin'
We try to keep the bitch humin'
In case the sweeper boyz are comin'
Runnin' runnin', We like to keep the car runnin'
We try to keep the bitch humin'
In case the sweeper boyz are comin'
Runnin' runnin'
[Chorus 2x]
Because they got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
Block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
Well there ain't no mistaken
That the money you'
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Christmas In Tha Hood
[verse 1:]
Guess who rolled up? big s with the d rolled up
Girls jockin so the gs loc up, know what, santa aint playin that stuff
See, santa steady ridin on them scrubs for xmas
Sleigh stay flyin on them dubbs and switches
Hes vicious, gear on point and iced out
When santa hit the floor ya know its lights out
From the west to the east up north and down south it
Ghetto santa claus is bout it
3l dub so throw ya hands up for me
You know wassup, get yo dance on home cuz
[chorus:]
We bout to get the shhhhh started
We given you just what you wanted
From yo block to my block, we gonna keep it hot
Its xmas in the hood
Ghetto xmas lights flickin
Police aint even round trippin
From yo block to my block, we gonna make it hot
Its xmas in the hood
[break:]
Its going down fa sho
Ghetto santa claus is at the door
Ima get mine, you get yours
Xmas in the ghetto yo
[verse 2:]
Yo today, I gotta fat knot, in my stash box
And from this block to that block, they be like thats hot
Santa hit the jackpot, seen him in the rag-top
Flossin, tossin toys at us have-nots
3l dub and tell it best to from dirty jerz to l.e.s.
Youd never guess who I seen on the dance floor up in the mix
Santa claus for the cause with a thousand chicks
Im like nick, tell me what you gots for me, we in the hood where its good
Like it oughts to be, havin the time of my life too
I gots to be back home with my peeps thats the spot for me cuz
[repeat chorus]
[verse 3:]
Celebrating from the west to east coastin
I stay posted, this is for my people on the block with toastaz
My down home hotties hold it down you know this
The goody goodies got no time to notice
How we get down from my town to your town
L.a. to the bricks, v.a. and back down
We clownin while we downin egg nog by the case
50 aint trippin today about your case
Aint nobody stressin turkey and dressing
At the table with the fam thankin God for the blessings
Its all good from the grimey to the meadow
It aint nothing like xmas in the ghetto, holla back
song performed by by 3LW
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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 Dawg
You should have treated me right
But you left me lonely and cold at night.
Since you wont, someone will
Treat me better and be for real.
If you didnt want it you shoulda let me know
But since you didnt want it, then girl you got to go.
You left me sad and lonely, and ran away from home
So since Im not your only, then go and fetch your bone.
Chrous:
Dawg, dirty dawg, dawg, dirty dawg,
Dawg, ooh, youre a dirty, dirty,
Dawg, dirty dawg, dawg, dirty dawg,
Dawg, oh, youre sow damn dirty.
I gave you all that I can
Til I caught you swinginwith another man
But this time you strayed too far
Now you come beggin like the dog you are.
If you didnt want it you shoulda let me know
But since you didnt want it, then girl you got to go.
Dont think that you can play me, and jerk me all around.
You used to be ma baby, now your ass is in the pound.
Chorus:
Dawg, dirty dawg, dawg, dirty dawg,
Oohh, youre a drty, dirty,
Dawg, dirty dawg, dawg, dirty dawg
Oh, youre so damn dirty.
Yo, yo, why you wanna act like a tramp, a wet food stamp,
I think its time for me to break camp
Had a crush on my man the first time we met.
Now what you see is what you get
Lost more than a mil on a gambling bet
So heres the chuckwagon for the dog in you,
Heres the kennelration and the alpo too
Now you know I didnt want her
She tried to back me on a corner told her
Blow the horn like little jack horner
Forever forbidden, the fast girls in life
The fast cars they callem kittens
Theyve been known to amaze
But they cant pull one over me
I got game for days
Save the sap rap for the handicapped
Ive been around the block and I didnt
Fall for the trimmed trap.
Chorus
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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Struttin Like A G. O. D.
[chorus: repeat 2x]
Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea
I am the land, I am the tree
Im everything you want to be
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
[verse 1: busta rhymes]
Roll out the red carpet baby the God has come
No matter who you are or where you from
Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum
And while you co-starrin this movie I star is the one, listen
You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible
Until when ever Im done
Notice the God like meet you from when I was young
Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue
How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung
With the biggest followin the nigga slackin a nun
Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung
Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though
Like how the coke be havin them numb
Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin the gun
Now Im lose for yall Im bringin the proof to yall
Ballin and speckin the truth to yall
[chorus]
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
The chorus is singin the words that I fill in my gut
Thats why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut
And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks
And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut
Vallet block two parkin spots all for the turck
Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month
And its all for the slut flowin like a force of the water
Keepin it runin so were the niggaz be at
Well they seein me commin
Summers people keep it clapin women just give me they lovin
They way the streets be fillin the kid they really be buggin
Like Im there dearly beloved my soldiers really be thuggin
Or how I really be slugging the ball out the ball park
Keep them whilin then ten minutes later then its sawed off
Create a small spark then down to the levels to make the walls stark
Testin the God I think he be needin them all off
[chorus]
[bridge: busta rhymes]
Listen
I keeps the hustle up in my vain
Cause its all in my blood
Fell my pain
Fell my love
Fellin niggaz struggle till the other one
[chorus - repeat 3x]
Getin to struttin like the g.o.d.
Listen
[verse 3: busta rhymes]
Im sayin we comin through when Im blockin the light
Niggas think they rockin the crowd but aint rockin it right
Make the people shout to the sound and rock for the night
Cause I stay in the struggle ready rock for the fight
I stay whipin the truck and leanin and rock what I like
And quadruple my money more than the block of the white
We sayin we bout ? ? stopin your rooms
How I be rockin the diamonds like Im dropin them jewels
[chorus]
song performed by by Busta Rhymes
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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
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Only Those With The Key
The gate has been locked,
To block access...
To those once accustomed,
To free entry and free reign.
And this has been suggested...
Maybe one's own finding,
Of a home on the range...
Suitable for the deer and the antelope,
To play.
And any mumbling heard is one's own
The gate has been locked,
To block out the physical.
And that which appears limited.
But one 'spirited' in mind,
Can choose to look over the gate.
Or through its cracks.
Or...
Sit to wonder why THIS gate attracts.
And gates with locks that block,
To stop what's coming in...
Seem to imprison those behind them,
Rarely to come out to test the locks.
And only those with the key,
Know what it is used for.
AND...
Its history to be known or not!
Since whoever has got the key,
Needs not to peek or have interest in the doing.
Only those with the key to the gate that locks,
To block in or not to block out...
Do not concern themselves with peeking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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