ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Hell's Kitchen

But Not Me

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Some mc's don't rap it up, hold up a front like they really gonna give a fuck, but not me Fucken it up and let it run, talkin to much like when they hold the blunt But not me Head up in your sound proof, FUCK, make a mistake and take twenty-five takes, but not me Talken loud, and they about, what, everything and that's so damn free I'm like kasta troy, liven to enjoy Consider myself the number one b-boy Relate the word, I give a new definition Wack on the mic and you got me suspicious Smack in the head, wake him up, give a fuck When I'm goin on, get in the mood I'ma blow the zone Its everyday all day, learn it the hard way, I make the bet parlay Grabbin that ashtray for the blunt and OJ Run the game so cold, just like OJ wait your turn Everything gonna rotate, locate If you focus it'll go straight, smoke this And it'll really make your head light, I wont stop when successful and set tight You wanna jeopardize everything, gamble away, with the scissors who don't even bet right yeah right See I could never fret, so don't sweat The technique cause its all step by step I'm like archie, baby, gotta live it by my rep There cant be a day in my life I regret I cant really help if you see me as a threat Kamikaze with no safety net When I rap I can see your identification Gotta make it clear so there's no mistaken Some mc's don't rap it up, hold up a front like they really gonna give a fuck, but not me Fucken it up and let it run, talkin to much like when they hold the blunt But not me Head up in your sound proof, FUCK, make a mistake and take twenty-five takes, but not me Talken loud, and they about, what, everything and that's so damn free

Don't Misunderstand Me

JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP "Nothin' Matters And What If It Did"
I bring you renegade stories And you tell me I'm crazy and wild You say that I lack maturity Stop actin' like a child But you know I am a liar And my promises only get in my way You feel so good, when you're in my arms Ain't there one right thing I can say To make oyu want to stay Chorus: Oh, oh baby, baby Don't misunderstand me oh, oh baby, baby You tell me that you love me but This ain't no way for you to live You hold so tight your fingers are broken I take more than I care to give But it's heartbeat to heartbeat It's push and shove and steal and prove It's hand to mouth sometimes If we run hard enough someday baby Gonna find some room to move Chorus All of this showin' and provin' Is nothing but fear Everybody can do what they want But they just can't do it here Girl hold on to my childishness I'm gonna break on through Out of this mess Chorus

Simon Says Remix

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Pharoahe Monch] GET THE FUCK UP! Simon says 'GET THE FUCK UP!' Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!) Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup Girls, rub on your titties (yeah) Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty In the midst of the calm, the witty [Lady Luck] Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP! Luck said 'SHUT THE FUCK UP!' Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real [Pharoahe Monch] WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up When I'm, cinematography state of mind My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches venacular Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor OWWW! Fellas pull ya cock out On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for Tupac Seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing changed [Redman] Yo yo get the fuck up Funk Doctor Spot said 'Get the fuck up' I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her I leave a nigga hangin like ya mom's muffler Snuff her, then my boys follow up Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus Karat cut, yeah mami pull over I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me I need fifty feet when my performance starts I push a armored car wit Lauren Harts Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts Doc turnin dark off a warning shot Drive off and pop, six in ya hood [Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold over I'm hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders Yeah GET THE FUCK UP! [Pharoahe Monch] Simon Says 'GET THE FUCK UP!' Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!) [Redman] Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup! Girls, rub on ya titties (Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties Brick City gritty committee Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty [Method Man] Yo yo get the fuck up Yo yeah I said it, get the fuck up Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold And you and your mic on down the road Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin Here's a Tunnel banger Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you Just so you can feel me The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me Even if time stands still, I'ma still be Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky Innocent until I'm proven guilty Never got caught in the game of tag Momma never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS! Underground till we under ground But y'all first MOTHAFUCKERS! [Shabaam Sahdeeq] My thugs, throw up ya set And shorties rub on ya breasts GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm tits You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips Double-S, double the threat, double your bet Double up on that cash if you decide to invest You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link You froze up, Sahdeeq says 'Shut the fuck up!' Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up [Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin Lay it over, another ambush we take over Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site Yo if you ever violate my space Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat face Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's showin it Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends Live on about on a bunch of seamless ends Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho The head honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do) Enough substance in the roughness Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America Let us control and own the fuckin area Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole truck up And if get to you nigga you better GET THE FUCK UP!!! 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You Me And She

EVE 6
You me and she, what we gonna do baby, baby Yo, i did it to myself couldnt help the way i felt about him sick when he wasnt there like i never delt with out him played the fool by choice all i had was this man let him have the best of both worlds cause it was his plan all the things i wanted to hear he told me gently what ever it was one in nothin gave me plenty told me that he slept with this chick but couldnt shake her cuz she had his kids so he fed her with his paper first it started off like that dough for closure started slackin off in fact it wasnt ova now my world is crumbling down im feelin shakey used to be his super woman no bitch could replace me wanted him to leave me alone but i was caught up thought i was strong broke down when breaking up was brought up tried to really ride with this dude i thought i loved him and everytime id ask him what i should do he said trust him (chorus) You me and she, what we gonna do baby, (trust me) baby, (hold me), yeah You me and she what we gonna do baby, (believe me), baby, (ya need me) yeah damn i must be crazy feedin in da bull shit attitudes and tryin to hold out that shit was useless the more i tried to back up the more he kept comin lie after lie(shit) lyin wasnt nothin tear after tear come down tellin me be koo all i need is you baby nobody can be you believed him he deceieved me just to keep me callin me from her spot sayin how he need me i had to step back he got me stressed out this aint what i planned thought i had my life sketched out huh, i guess not love me or hurt me hurt me to make up and make up to deserve me (chorus) You me and she, what we gonna do baby, (trust me) baby, (hold me), yeah You me and she what we gonna do baby, (believe me), baby, (ya need me) yeah back and forth with the he said he said got me dizzy if i leave know the routine he mad cuz he miss me too late cuz u had me lost me, daddy, move on boss bitch no more floss nigga im gone arguments for hours me and her comparing notes and after all the screamin stopped we comparing quotes you got sloppy thought you was that nigga let me catch you heart didnt hurt till i covered up your tatoo my statue on da pedistal every breathe too neva knew the worst till you felt what the best do and im that its ova now hope i stressed you but niggaz only do it will i lie when i let you (chorus) You me and she, what we gonna do baby, (trust me) baby, (hold me), yeah You me and she what we gonna do baby, (believe me), baby, (ya need me) yeah [repeat till fade]

Regardless

BUBBA SPARXXX "Dark Days Bright Nights"
[C.I.] Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay) Yo You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four and told the cashier to drop to the floor But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips a half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits [Bubba] Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud [C.I.] Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks [Bubba] I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab [C.I.] Yo.. you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em that had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it [Bubba] Haha.. nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anus She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers [C.I.] Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three times from tryin to sell digital video cameras to the blind [Bubba] Mannnn fuck purchasin a car, I live on 'New Jersey Drive' Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl don't even speak cause I get violent when I drink But it's perfect cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think about the thirty-three times the law tangled me up With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we fuck Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin [Chorus: repeat 2X] No matter what you ask me, I'm givin you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay Fuck what you say Nuttin more nuttin less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless [Bubba] Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed or sell two million out the gate and be labelled lyrically lame In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche [C.I.] I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin to sell three million out the gate (okay) And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force And push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain [Bubba] Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus up and actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none [C.I.] Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift [Bubba] Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke [C.I.] Yo.. C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs that transport microchips and oriental rugs Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can The only Coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans [Bubba] But would ever consider dancin with the devil for paper Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a STABLE of strippers [C.I.] Yo.. I wouldn't dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac And I'm not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man c'mon) C to the I, Central Intelligence And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah (C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense) I think in conclusion, it could be said That no matter where the fuck I'm at No matter who the fuck I'm around I'ma do what the fuck +I+ do Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck Now I fucks with a motherfucker like C.I. 'til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more just cause I know he'll do that same type of shit The East, the West, don't forget about the South Don't forget about the motherfuckin South Bubba Kay worldwide, ay Venice to Venezeula, () Y'all know what the fuck it is.. () bitch

Realest Killaz

50 CENT
-somebody talkin- Yo,Red Spider... Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready? Lemme know,holla -Tupac- It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future -50 Cent- Yea nigga...ha ha Lets go nigga,dis is what it is Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now) Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back Nigga,you aint Tupac -Tupac- Is it Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin' And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down -Snoop- Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid Bring that muthafuckin beat back man -Tupac- It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future -50 Cent- Yea nigga...ha ha Lets go nigga,dis is what it is Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now) Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back Nigga,you aint Tupac -Tupac- Is it Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin' And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down My game plan to be trained in Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us Young black males Crack sales got me three strikes Livin' in jail this is hell enemies die Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin' Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody's snitchin' Please god can you understand me,bless my family Guide us all before we fall into insanity I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight -50 Cent- (=Tupac) Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now) Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see -50 Cent- This is a cry for mercy,I promise My success would be the death of you Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac You pretended to be hot,but you not,now (nowww) You sea-so crip,you cant take the pressure,you pussy I warned you not to push me You see me,and chills,run up ya spine GOD made menace in war,but ya heart aint like mine And plus,they look at me like I'ma menace I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had you and yo friends playing tennis I'ma nightmare,you see me in ya dream Wake up,and turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again You cowardly hearted,you couldn't make it on ya own FUCK THE SOURCE,I'M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE -50 Cent- (=Tupac) Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now) Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now) Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

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