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Ant Banks lyrics

Packin' A Gun

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Many dues have been paid, many punks have been played For the funky beats I made I get for my grade I'm from the Dangerous Crew, I can't hang with you Cause I'm from Oakland, bitch, where the game is true You don't belive me? Well, come on slide through Because the city of dope will give you somethin' to ride to Put my tape in your deck and do some damages But the six by nines, they can't handle this I'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buck This gin and juice is gettin' me pumped up Fake rappers get chumped up You wanna slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped up Well, what's my name? You can call me Banks for short You wanna book me? You're about to see a gangsta show Cause I be tighter than tight, give me a brew and the mic And it will be on like chickenbone, you know that's right Some mothafuckas didn't belive that I can do this shit Kick some funky ass rhymes with some beats that hits Now I'm provin' them wrong but still suckas wanna clown But you jealous mothafuckas ain't bringin' me down I kept faith in myself, that's what I had to do To make it out here and stop fuckin' with you I'm 2 the head... Yeah! Now all you fake niggaz: get the fuck off my nuts! I got my shit rollin' so now I'm like a mack in town And when I'm ridin' through, the hoes be flaggin' me down I'm just a player kickin' funky shit with the Dangerous Clique And all these bitches, they out to get some famous dick But I ain't trippin', girl, you can bring that ass on Cause all this jockin' shit ain't guaranteed to last long But while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' it You put your pussy in position and I'm pluggin' it But if you're lookin' for a nigga with a touch of affection You better take your ass to the love connection Cause, hoe, I ain't got no trust in you Cause if another rapper comes you'll be fuckin' him too And that's real, save the love for ????? Cause it's all about mackin' in 92 One love, I ain't goin' that far I'm better known as a gigolo rap star I like to fuck groupie bitches cause it's fun too And I never get played cause I'm young true Hoes wanna be mine but that's a no no Get the fuck off my face, bitch, I'm 2 the head, hoe Now for verse three, you know it never quits Cause Ant Banks is in the house makin' hits And since I'm doin' this I gotta deal with jealous punks Mad cause my shit like pumps in the trunks And when I'm ridin' I gotta roll strapped in my 500 Benz Cause it's sittin' kinda phat, fake niggas smile on my face But they ain't bold ones Trippin' out cause they ain't ridin' on gold ones I know you're envies, that's hell of dumb for me Cause the shit I got, it didn't come for free Late nights at the studio bustin' my ass crack Tryin' to make hits, man, but where was your ass at? Probably at the corner drinkin' Old E, slangin' D See, you was sleepin', now everybody's know me I guess hard work pays and doin' nothin' is off Lazy niggas like you were once fuckin' us off Stop talkin' about me and get a J-O-B instead Bitch ass nigga, I'm 2 the head... Yeah and this goes out to all you shit talkin' bandwagon ridin' mothafuckas: get off...

Big Daddy Vs. Dolemite

Big Daddy Kane "Taste of Chocolate"
[Big Daddy Kane] Mmm.. ohh yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm, ohh yeah Allow me to introduce myself as the Big Daddy Kane A smooth lover from around the way that's bound to drive any bitch insane [Dolemite (Rudy Raw Moore)] Well Dolemite is my name And rappin and tappin is my game [Kane] Oh yeah Well me tell you somethin Mr. Dolemite The shit you talkin years ago, I could see But it's the 90's now and rap is all about me [Dolemite] Listen.. when it comes down to rappin I was THROUGH with it before you learned what to do with it I'm the KING so I'm stakin my claim in the rappin game Y'know For all players, I am the speaker I'm also known as the hot pussy seeker When it comes down to ridin up and down in some pussy I make it weaker Also it gets a little deeper I was walkin down Broadway the other day An old old lady came my way She said, I'll be glad when you 'come 18 I'm gonna give you a funkin like you ain't never seen! I said, LADY! Why wait for so much time to pass I've been WANTIN to tear up yo' old gray ass So I pulled out my dick It was so shiny it looked like it was painted The hoe took one look and damn near fainted I stuck it in the bitch and the bitch began to shout that, Oh Mr. Dolemite, take that motherfucker OUT! [Kane] Well you ain't sayin nothin slick to a can of oil I walked barefoot from New York to Dallas Won for Pimp of the Year at the Caesar's Palace Made a big snowstorm on the 4th of July And drunk the waters in the Atlantic Ocean til that shit was dry I was makin money before Washington was put on a bill And I kicked Jack's ass and took his hoe Jill I'm the one who broke the bull's back and made people say FUCK McDonald's and call ME the Big Mac [Dolemite] Why you long lanky motherfucker You ain't nothin but a sucker! I was born in a barrel of butcher knives Shot in the ass with two Colt .45's I've been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel I chew up railroad iron, and shit out steel! I jumped in the ocean and swallowed a whale Handcuff lightning and throw THUNDER's ass in jail [Kane] Why you ignorant decrepit motherfucker Let me tell you somethin I'm the one that put the M in mackin Because when you did it you was only actin I made pimpin a full time job so bitches wouldn't have to go out and rob I made the streets of New York hot as a SAUNA And hung a Home Sweet Hoe sign on every corner Yes I'm the player of all players and the mack of all macks Give a headache to Excedrin and knock the SHIT out of Ex-Lax [Dolemite] Why you insecure no business barn junkyard rat soup eatin motherfucker!! It was in the early 1960's when I originated my pimpin game I was callin whores jives ass bitches and pimps - sucker ass lame KANE, before you can take my reign You gotta cook me a chicken and a half a day Walk from New York to Los Angeles and throw the bones away You gotta be BORN BLIND and cannot see Yo' bitches have the POCKS in the ass so bad they can't even pee Ride a bald eagle a million feet in the AIR And get out and do the runnin man while you up there Have the Mumps and the Asiastic Flu And the Crabs around yo' ass start singin the Yankee Doodle Doo! [Kane] Aww fuckit I give up


[50 Cent] Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know we know whats going down there cashville turn da key Haha.. Get'em Buck! [G-Unit ~ Chorus] 44's Calicos That's how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem hoes That's how gg-g-unit roll 44's Calicos That's how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem hoes That's how gg-g-unit rolls [Young Buck] I got my pistol in my lap, and the top drop down An AK in the back cuz a nigga hot now And I been shooting, and I been robbing Fifty telling niggas I'm a mutherfuckin problem [gun shot] I come from the bottom, but birds I got'em I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve all'em give me what I deserve man Fuck what you heard man They goin for ?ten n key? So who tha' real wurd man They try to stop us, but I load up my choppa Put my eye in tha' scope and pop'em right in they binocula's [gun shot] Do what we say so is waitin on Yayo So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for Ever since the game came back to reality These Niggas that ain't sellin, they mad at me, but had it been me then, I take it right back tha' block And Tennessee, we known to put tha' pirates on the pot [Chorus] [Young Buck] Banks got me in Jamican queens showin' me round We about to bounce from Brooklyn den head up town The first down south nigga getting popping on the east coast i got 'em willin n rite coz I'm from the streets hoe Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz I'm goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray Fuck what they say, G-unit's is in diz bitch With four assault rifles and 6 bananna clips Bulletproof beam parked outside da club So we can shoot at ya'll, but u can't shoot at us My westcoast niggas get ur bang on to diz If u ain't throwin' up ur hood, den u dun belong in diz bitch One tyme for big pac, two tymes for tupac Stuff tha shiet out of a nigga in ya G-unit Reebok I've been “patiently waiting' while niccas was hating I'm trying to keep count all this fucking money I'm makin Bitch! [Chorus]

Let This Go

EVE "Eve-Olution"
[Chorus] You and me should just let this go We never did take the time, to try to hold on I'm thinkin' that you and me, should just let this go We never did take the time, to try to hold on I'm sick of that Yea it's hard. Breakin' up ain't never easy. Believe me But fuck that. I wasn't gettin' treated like I needs be But trust. I was controllin' all the things around me But shit. I always been this chick ever since you found me I tried and I tried. Cried and I cried Down for you nigga wit' lie after lie, after lie Got sick of tradin' games wit' you Started bein' jealous of me like dames would do I'm like dawg check ya balls. Mad 'cause I receive applause Men in my life was against the law Startin' fights in public just so you could piss me off I swear. If I was a dude it'd be fist to jaw Always mad at my mouth 'cause I cursed you out Missin' hard. Know you feelin' what these verses 'bout Doin dumb shit. Breakin' things. Hidin' my phone I'm outta 'dis here. Pimp jus' leave me alone [Chorus] Ya love girls, girls. Yea but you lost the best I had to get away. I'm past the stress Mama told me baby girl never settle for less Learn the hard way. Hard days. I'm ready for next A bunch of leavin'. I don't need Eve's shit. I'm doin' me Soon as pack you sippin'. With the booze. You and me Reminiscin' 'bout the way you was pursuin' me Actin' like your period on screamin' you doin' me Well bye dawg. Have a nice life I'm fine dawg Don't try to track me down or call 'cause that line off Hope you feelin' bad without me. See if you can laugh without me Cry what tears I'm happy I'm free Still ridin' past the spots that you know I go Procrastinatin' wit' yo niggas hopin' that I show Never know what you have 'till it's gone (huh) Wonder what she doin' Best believe she doin' her (come on) [Chorus] Funny how it happens when you fall in love When you find out that the one you wit ain't who you want Then you move out 'till you find yourself anotha love But your ex gone always hate 'cause he can't hit you off You don't hear me though Claim you wanna please me. Yet you vex me Can't front. Be thinkin' 'bout the way you used to sex me God damn. Days short. Nights was long And I was mad when I started spendin' nights alone But I'm better off by myself lookin' for somethin' else Sendin' me shit you can't pronounce. I don't want nuthin' else Wanted to love you until the end of my time But fuck it. I'm done wit' you at the end of this line (uh-huh) [Chorus]


JUICY J "Pure THC: The Hustle Continues"
[Intro:] Yeah, ice (Mike Will Made It) So much ice, so much ice Your boy Juicy J, let's get it [Hook - Juicy J:] Time to hit the club, throw on my ice Anyone get wronged, put 'em on ice 10 bottles of the Ace, sittin' on ice Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, pour it over ice Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice [Verse 1 - Juicy J:] Ballin' like a fadeaway, my money don't fadeaway I wake up, roll one up, brush my teeth, then go get paid Let's go get this money homie, ain't no way around it Keep them fuck niggas from around me I go in like I'm grounded I'm a rich nigga homie, I don't give a damn Nigga run up on me, he a dead man Spend the night with somebody wife in a suite Got a thot pussy poppin' in a handstand Style on my ace of spades, come here little momma, have a sip Juicy J sold dope, they tryna ban a nigga like Actavis I don't fuck with none of ya'll niggas, like an activist I be gettin' bent behind tent, like a campin' trip Brown skin, caramel, shawty just my eye candy I got so much ice on, I could sink the Titanic [Hook - Juicy J] [Verse 2 - Future:] I was runnin' from the police when I dropped my dough I almost gave out of breath but I didn't lose hope I got 350 dimes, I sell 'em two for one I'm trappin' every single day because I gotta make money And if a nigga get caught, bitch I'm goin' on the run I had to learn about that fork and ever since I was stuntin' They say the undercovers 'round here tryna catch me with somethin' I heard they ran up in my homies spot and found all the guns (We bought the AR's with the nuts on 'em Them chops go blat-blat-blat-dat-dat-dat When it's necessary put a nigga on ice like Ben and Jerry's Quarter million worth of of real ice Cause me and my niggas got merit [Hook - Juicy J] [Verse 3 - A$AP Ferg:] So icy! Like Jeezy & Gucci Low fade like Boosie Spit crack like Pookie All for the love of the coochie Fuck them Friday through Tuesday Hit the highway with the Kool-Aid Smile, I'm in love with that booty I'm in love with the music, that's why I do it High off the stupid flow, I use it and abuse it Half rappers is foolish, they take your brain and pollute it I Street Fightered a ho, I take your brain and I duke it I take her brain and I do it, I fucked your dame and you knew it Got the fame off this crew shit You couldn't last on this cruise ship Couldn't last with this flow I was different on this one I got hundreds or more Wait until you hear my new shit [Hook - Juicy J]


Limp "Pop Disorderly"
Play the fucking track! Play that fucking track!! Oh there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man That's right y'all We just keep on rollin baby Are you ready... Are you ready... Are you ready!!! HOOK: Move in now move out! Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! Tell me what you gonna do now! Breathe in, now breathe out! Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Fred Durst] Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house put them hands in the air Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out And then we'll see you slept after one round wit X And what am I bringin next, just know it's Red and Meth So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up Are you ready... Are you ready... Are you ready!!! HOOK [Method Man] Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? Check my, dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish I wave my black flag at the roaches Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers Who have poisonous darts for culprits Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered You're left buttered up and lightly toasted So what, I drink and smoke too much So what I cuss too much, *shut the fuck up!* [Redman] Yo, yo, now when we roll You motherfuckers tuck in your gold Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin niggas up in limos It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose You bitches, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts [Method Man] My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow Yell if you want money, funny A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit [Redman] Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes Smell up, the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it Endin up, on your back, Wu swords up in it Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness Fuck how many thugs, players, and ballers in it Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it PPPPPPP P- P- POW! [AAAAAAAAAHH!] Yo we said c'mon!! HOOK [DMX] It just don't get no darker than that kid with the barker Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark I'm a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare nigga It'll be like your man tryin to hold your brain to your head But you'll be shittin on yourslef cuz you already dead And at the funeral you won't need a casket Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket Just get the casket, I really need my ass kicked My mom never let me forget, that I'm a bastard I aint never been shit, and aint gon' be shit That's why I taste shit, whenever I see shit It's just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you And I'll be runnin you and your man straight up out And y'all niggas aint runnin a fuckin thing but your mouth [DMX bark] AAAAAAAAHHH!!! HOOK [Durst] You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit [yeah] You can't mess with Limp Bizkit [why?] Because we get it on, [when?] every day and every night [oh] See this platinum thing right here? [uh huh] Well we doin it all the time [what?] So you better get some better beats And uh, get some better rhymes [oooh!] You really, really, really wanna get shit started Well people everywhere just get retarded Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded! HOOK That's right baby! Watch out punk! Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman! And Swizz Beatz! Where the fuck you at?! [DMX bark] Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Ruff Ryders! Punk!

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