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AB-SOUL lyrics - These Days...

Twact

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[Intro - Ab-Soul:] Jinx what up my nigga? Soulo I get turnt, I get rowdy Backwood full of some of the loudest! I'm fucked up! I get wasted That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted! I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherfucker I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherfucker! [Verse 1 - Jinx:] Uh, Twact out till I pass out If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed outFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin' House poppin' like a Frat House Keep 16s like a verse nigga Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties I get the dough and bring it home, to the family See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that I pulled up to the function with the pack Turnt in this bitch to the max! [Hook - Doeburger & Jinx:] My nigga I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga I'm twact (she get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga I'm twact (get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga I'm twact (she get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga I'm Twact! [Verse 2 - Short Dawg:] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it The Codeine got me activated New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin H Town slang I done poured up a Matt Schaub Drugs got me like woah I'mma twact raw And now on a mission just to get some cheeks If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep And I'm back on the road sipping mud again Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why." I told em I ain't even gon' lie... [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe I might even set up my camera too Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit No, they ain't on and ain't on shit Yeah they on that, I'm on this... And I don't need no necklace cause I be off the chain And all they say is yes when everybody know your name Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most faded in here? [Hook] [Outro:] BMB, TDE Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah!

Gunz 'n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)

Heltah Skeltah "Magnum Force"
featuring BCC MFC [?] Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath that we break through And always been the type to take you there like ?Warren Staples? Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not [Illa Noyz] I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel Cuz I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my Nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you Doin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal [Steele] Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an MC Spittin like I emptied the M-1 from the M-P Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority, bomb with authority More than minority, S-T got seniority Rhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree (Kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend) [Doc Holliday] Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O-C stay shittin Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted [Lidu Rock] Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the fuck y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies Fuck sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot It's Lidu Rock [Rock] Many think I ain't got it in me, cuz I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm skinny But I'll fuck you up like Henny and Remmy ?If any of trash?, we'll I'll scream gimme To any who make it hard to Get Away like Tim or Penny Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks? And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals That's how my gats be Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreak He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight Heltah Skeltah I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her So don't fuck wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed Fuck what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop fuckin askin me why Ruck cut his dreads It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at In a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back (Kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend) [Rustee Jux] My militant mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division Killa Cartel-N-MFC in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission I stomps through the crack slums of mother Medina Push weed to stack funds for my mother Dina Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin [Supreme] Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he Dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the Art, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O [Tek] Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, Tek we make it happen You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin Straight extorted, like an IRS audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like the Feds try to get close and lay down bugs Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and PK's [Starang] Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of great danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up) We ain't Connecticut, ain't even sweatin it Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it If you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let em know Starang's the shit Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit William H. is the name, MFC's the click Y'all niggas takin us out?, y'all smokin the shit (Retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over) [Ruck] SEAN P., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys Fuckin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides Like D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day one Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one Butt-fuckin your chick wit a mothafuckin gauge son Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig Mack I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back ?Happen in? person cuz I'm hurtin niggas who said that You fuckin wet back, smack you wit the fuck med's pack Then have sex at, the same place I park my Lex at [Buckshot] The last black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free And flee from his body back to the OGC I never heard of that nigga, in the first place I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a nigga guillotine shit Heads come off the ?lean? wit one stroke Two tokes from the mack tilly Give a mothafucker two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now Fool keep flippin [Rock] It's not over, it's not over, oh oh [Louieville Sluggah] Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page, hostile rage No sugar and sour like lemmonade Bing came to me in a dream he said come clean So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick straight out the gate When I see yo say you back up on your duty ? Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv like Marv, I'm on the job First rob and ?slug? mothafuckers licked the knob Be like that, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names, cuz all my niggas is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money Ja Ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa [talking and threats to the end]

Dirty Dancing

Gonzoe "If I Live Nothing Happens"
[Gonzoe] (talking) Uh Uh, Dirty Dancing Shake that shit, shake that shit Uh, what what huh huh Shake that shit, shake that shit [Verse 1 - Gonzoe] That's why you love me I talk so freaky And spit it good I'm doin the best hoes from Harlem to Inglewood Bounce it dirty dancin' understand fact I want your fingers in your pussy with an arch in your back Lay the own, right now it's on Got my fingers in your stuff, yo we workin, it's on We all stoned Gettin fucked what's up The fuck you got in your cup Tell that bitch to bend over and throw you mother fuckin' hands up Chorus What! I see you titty shakin Ass movin left to right (shake the shit) Hoes dirty dancin, give me some pussy tonight (shake the shit) All night, break mines off (shake the shit) Shake it till they come off Dirty dancin, baby got booty interference (shake the shit) I see you titty shakin Ass movin left to right (shake the shit) Hoes dirty dancin, give me some pussy tonight (shake the shit) All night, break mines off (shake the shit) Shake it till they come off Dirty dancin, baby got booty interference (shake the shit) so what? [Verse 2 - Gonzoe] When you see some smoke in the air, club jumpin The rest of these hoes to get undressed so I can rub somethin Baby the man at your house he mean nothin Truly cuttin all of a sudden We roll, let's go Bitch don't slam my car door To a caught the movie on and gave em twice the roll It's like want somethin Hit the liquor store Cause I'm a playa Girls stray from you and fuck nigga Kill enough nigga The bitch got stuffed nigga I hit it and hit it Till she says 'that's enough nigga' Why? cause I'm a sly nigga And my dick get bigger and bigger... Chorus Shake that shit x 8 [Verse 3 - Gonzoe] How many of y'all wanna love me? Rub me Bump uglies Get Gonzoe tatted up on your tummy Your luscious lips Juicy, fit perfect around my dick Conflict movie till I'm mows your lips Watch y'all eat clits Relax roll the rest of my sacks Ease rooms, get back in the mix Menasha, Dominique, Eshantay I'm fuckin em both Have a total party Chorus Shake that shit x 8

Tryin' to Stop Smokin'

TRICK DADDY "Book Of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47"
(feat. Mystikal) [Trick Daddy inhaling] Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here [Mystikal:] I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy [Trick:] It ain't gone kill you nigga [Mystikal:] Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop [Chorus:] I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin' I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin') I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so [Verse 1: (Trick Daddy)] This time I had to get physical, so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL) He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo' I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho Got damn it, I'm BLOWED Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways Done smoked up so many j's Been high for so many days So many broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay [Chorus (repeat 4x)] I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin') I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so [Train effects] [Verse 2: Mystikal] I be puffing like a choo-choo train Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team I got the urge for light green, the same way a fiend crave for ice cream Smoke that, what track that, shit we ain't rollin' to be looking at So much smoke becoming out the window bitches in the next car saying daddy what that We be smoking on the green, give me fifty dollar I be coming in the hood But you ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headache under stress I be smoking on the good shit No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing Hold ya breathe if you can't take it, Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker I'm lightin' Not trying to say I'm no hype, but after killing 'gars then I know I be tight And I been smoking all motherfucking day And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much and I can't remember shit I went to the emergency room already, I think I better quit [Chorus (repeat 4x)] [Mystikal & Trick Daddy: (talking)] [Chorus comes back in till fade]

Queens Finest

Capone -N- Noreaga "The Reunion"
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it out Niggaz know, niggaz know where we comin from And it's gon' go down like this.. [Capone] Yo, I gots no name, I cause pain, people'll cry My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me Try to trace me back to my leader I put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs Niggaz use red dots, make me follow they path I hit cops, they be raw, tip is ten thou' cash I'm metamorphic, I'm forced to switch Dum-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate, you can buy me legit I get heated when I seperate my shell with the pin in my back, I bang like (?) I got some nerve They jam right? But I still get respect and heard I hit niggaz legs for fame, my lead through, shit in the game I leave a red stain whenever I'm sprayin I'm known as the B-U-double-L-E-T, and S-L-U-G Enough'll make you D-I-E, Queens Finest (yeah yeah) [Chorus: Algado Shoballotti] Yo stolen car -- top down, on point -- real route Set it off -- thug it out, pull a heist -- peel out Fingerprints -- ain't none, black mask -- no face Cash flow -- no sweat, Jakes come -- no trace [Prodigy] Aiyyo fuck these niggaz let's ride on these niggaz It's so simple Dunn I'm down and don't fuck around Comb the hood, in two black Excursions Lookin for this nigga so we can merc him Parked in front of his building for like two hours Been around the corner for a few hours Came back, there he go, let's go, that nigga ours Hopped out the truck, went right at the coward The gun showers, rain on these niggaz they frontin He didn't even saw it comin.. Hopped back up in the trucks, light the tree back up I need that Dunn, havin to deal, with these fake niggaz and fake bitches, give me that Dutch, it's never enough Niggaz O.D. off of us (Queens Finest) It's never enough, bitches O.D. off of us (yeah yeah) [Chorus] [Noreaga] Whaaaat? Can I rap, can I rap? We keep it under, no rotunda, with the fully thunder Mad traffic, and I still buddy whack it Put your name on the affadavit just to save it, the project ghetto favorite Laundry mat trap, the Yacub and the rat Bill Clinton of the ghetto, respect my name Tecs and 'caine, the rains nearly stretched the lane Ridiculous, how my shit spit, fake fishes Non-religious, Christians won't pay visits Fast for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk Ice fuckin full of skunk, double barrel of pump Kick rhymes like priests, I'm a golden boy I got a brand new whip, and it's stolen boy Fiends love me, they see I'm still holdin void (Queens Finest, yeah yeah, Queens Finest, yeah yeah) [Havoc] Watch me flow, a nigga like me all about dough Bonin your hoe, and have her hard to find like 'dro You know we Range Rov', come through, tinted lay low But most of these niggaz don't show 'til ya blow Don't, wanna come through Queens, if shorty act stank Be like, Mami won't you meet me halfway? Shook cause the crooked side done took a long trip Niggaz on point runnin the gauntlet, fuck with niggaz that heartless, picture me, you carcas CNN Mobb shit, don't let us start to plot shit Chill Dunn I got this, better learn from what I spit Hail what the God kick, bow to what this nigga live Bunch of dead niggaz get hit when they reneg' Like it's hard to find your fuckin crib I be up in the cut, in the bushes, pick up last from where you took it, you hit? Now I'm good kid [Chorus] [Algado Shoballotti] Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. lefrak.. Queens Finest.. and Q.B. Queens Finest.. Jamaica.. Queens Finest.. and all over..

Queens Finest

NOREAGA "The Reunion"
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it out Niggaz know, niggaz know where we comin from And it's gon' go down like this.. [Capone] Yo, I gots no name, I cause pain, people'll cry My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me Try to trace me back to my leader I put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs Niggaz use red dots, make me follow they path I hit cops, they be raw, tip is ten thou' cash I'm metamorphic, I'm forced to switch Dum-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate, you can buy me legit I get heated when I seperate my shell with the pin in my back, I bang like () I got some nerve They jam right But I still get respect and heard I hit niggaz legs for fame, my lead through, shit in the game I leave a red stain whenever I'm sprayin I'm known as the B-U-double-L-E-T, and S-L-U-G Enough'll make you D-I-E, Queens Finest (yeah yeah) [Chorus: Algado Shoballotti] Yo stolen car -- top down, on point -- real route Set it off -- thug it out, pull a heist -- peel out Fingerprints -- ain't none, black mask -- no face Cash flow -- no sweat, Jakes come -- no trace [Prodigy] Aiyyo fuck these niggaz let's ride on these niggaz It's so simple Dunn I'm down and don't fuck around Comb the hood, in two black Excursions Lookin for this nigga so we can merc him Parked in front of his building for like two hours Been around the corner for a few hours Came back, there he go, let's go, that nigga ours Hopped out the truck, went right at the coward The gun showers, rain on these niggaz they frontin He didn't even saw it comin.. Hopped back up in the trucks, light the tree back up I need that Dunn, havin to deal, with these fake niggaz and fake bitches, give me that Dutch, it's never enough Niggaz O.D. off of us (Queens Finest) It's never enough, bitches O.D. off of us (yeah yeah) [Chorus] [Noreaga] Whaaaat Can I rap, can I rap We keep it under, no rotunda, with the fully thunder Mad traffic, and I still buddy whack it Put your name on the affadavit just to save it, the project ghetto favorite Laundry mat trap, the Yacub and the rat Bill Clinton of the ghetto, respect my name Tecs and 'caine, the rains nearly stretched the lane Ridiculous, how my shit spit, fake fishes Non-religious, Christians won't pay visits Fast for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk Ice fuckin full of skunk, double barrel of pump Kick rhymes like priests, I'm a golden boy I got a brand new whip, and it's stolen boy Fiends love me, they see I'm still holdin void (Queens Finest, yeah yeah, Queens Finest, yeah yeah) [Havoc] Watch me flow, a nigga like me all about dough Bonin your hoe, and have her hard to find like 'dro You know we Range Rov', come through, tinted lay low But most of these niggaz don't show 'til ya blow Don't, wanna come through Queens, if shorty act stank Be like, Mami won't you meet me halfway Shook cause the crooked side done took a long trip Niggaz on point runnin the gauntlet, fuck with niggaz that heartless, picture me, you carcas CNN Mobb shit, don't let us start to plot shit Chill Dunn I got this, better learn from what I spit Hail what the God kick, bow to what this nigga live Bunch of dead niggaz get hit when they reneg' Like it's hard to find your fuckin crib I be up in the cut, in the bushes, pick up last from where you took it, you hit Now I'm good kid [Chorus] [Algado Shoballotti] Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. lefrak.. Queens Finest.. and Q.B. Queens Finest.. Jamaica.. Queens Finest.. and all over..

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