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Shabba (Remix)

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[Intro: Shabba Ranks] Shabba! Him deh yah! (Yeah!) S and a H and a A double B and a A-R-A-N-K-S (A$AP MOB!!!) Always di best! (Fly di flag!) A$AP Mob! Do di job fly di flag! (Yeah! Fly di flag!) Lawd a mercy! People! [Verse 1: Shabba Ranks] Say my name a likkle louda, holla out mi name mek I rip up dat crowd a Say it three times if a mi oonu proud a SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA! Awww man! Awww man! Said a likkle likkle louda, holla out mi name mek I rip up dat crowd a Say it three times if a mi oonu proud a SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA! Hey! Holla mi name, shout to mi name, call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame seh yuh body waan Shabba now di same People! Holla mi name, shout to mi name, call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame anytime mi spit mi spit flame A mi a dem need a, true crowd pleasa, tun non-believa, inna believa Come crowd a people, follow di procedure, mi nuh Rakim but, (Follow The Leader) Hey dog go jump off a fool dem shoulda, chop off dem head, wid meat cleava From Jamaica right back to Geneva, Shabba Rankin a true crowd pleasa [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm....WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Who that stocky nigga with the grills? (Trap Lord you're so trill!) I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga rather chill, rather sit up on the block and stack it 'til I get a mill What about them old bitches who ain't wanna give me feel? Now they wanna make it gushy cause a nigga got a deal Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in Brazil (I hit Punta Cana when shit gets so real) Two bad bitches in my vehicle, yellow hood rats like Pikachu Hit it from the back got 'em screamin' like "AHHHHHHHH~!!" like Yeezus do Bringin' rappers from the dead like Jesus do, can't call them bone thugs cause they eatin' dude (yeah) I (bust-a-rhyme) and (Flipmode), speak the flu, nigga; YAH YAH YAH! - Eat ya crew Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and peekin', a (Hood Pope) get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd cause a nigga like she give head while you're singin' (HMM) I'mma get the bread while I'm breathin', I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it I be barkin' like a Q like I'm very collegiate! (WOOF! WOOF!) Like a pedigree eatin' [Verse 3: Quavo] Meetin' up the plug at a QuikTrip (QuikTrip) young nigga had to make that money back flip (BRRRT) I'm trappin' with accuracy (accuracy) gold on my toilet like Master P (shine) Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri (who?!) Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, please (SHABBA) You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's (hah) young nigga, I'm flexin' like Hercules (flex! FLEX!) You can take her to the movie and go watch a film (watch a film) A$AP Ferg, front me a pelican (pelican) Lean, lean, lean -- that's my medicine (lean); Quavo, old money, Sega Genesis (uh) [Verse 4: Takeoff] Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling (bling) for tryna take my rings, gun go bang (pyoo!) Cashed out on the jeweler (ching); got 'em feelin' like Martin Luther King, (I Had a Dream) (had a dream) Actavis, I only sip and begin with a beam by extending my clip (BLOAW!) If I see the police, grab my chips and I dip (DIP) snappin' my fingers, we fillin' arenas (SHABBA) I flip up the Hannah Montana in real (WOW!) I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir That double AK-47's, they aim at your lip (BLAOW!) Versace, Givenchy, this shit is ridiculous SHABBA! [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] Look nigga get it straight you could never fuck with my clique boy! Awww shit quick hit you with a drop kick jaw (HUH!) Bone break you could see the way the clock tick tock tick Money roll these niggas stop bitch boy (HA!) Bus Rhymes back up in the cockpit spit toxic always givin niggas hot shit boy (HUH!) Niggas see me shinnin 'til they sick sick sick (UGH!) any bitch really wanna slob dick boy So much jewelry nigga lookin priceless out here alot of rappin niggas lookin lifeless out here Kill 'em 'til they say a nigga triflin out here And you can let 'em talk you know who the nicest out here (VROOM VROOM VROOM!) Bike dust pussy! Betta get low when yuh hear di shot buss pussy! Everytime I come you know I body niggas fully (HUH!) Godfather with it while I learn a little rookie And I'm diggin in your shorty though her pussy kinda bushy (OH!!!) Fuckin on the low besides she low go under hoodie (YES!) Hear horn blow my nigga WAMP WAMP WAMP!!!! Let it go you already know what's really goody (Goody Goody!) Kill the shit like I'm some kind of cancer (AHHHH!!!) bag your bitch now she my private dancer (Uh Huh!) I don't understand why niggas feel like they have to Ask who the God is when you know what's the answer (Uh Huh!) Chokehold shit 'til they be callin me strangler (YEAH!) Hundred million dollar safe behind the plasma (Ok!) Proper with it 'til they spreadin propaganda (Uh huh!) and when I tick tock and we pop your man up On my Sha-Shabba Ranks, on my, Sha-Shabba Ranks Nigga, gettin, so much, money, it's like, I JUST, ROBBED A, BANK, NIGGA!!! [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks

Higher Level

Maestro Fresh Wes "Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!"
[Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, going out to all my peoples, you know what I'm saying Now move to a higher level, I'm sprint First I inhale, then I exhale Allah's name You never see me pointing to the next male Never seen me judge my cuz, I'd rthter show love 'Cause poverty's got a grudge and the grudge won't budge But nigga's gotta do what a nigga's gotta do What's nigga gotta do to make dough and watch the zeros grow I'm working hard, I make a beat I make a rhyme Trying to make a dime, black man change your state of mind PEACE! to PE, BDP and X-Clan when I give a pound It's never with my left hand Styles are living long, you know my word is bond 'Cause my rhymes are cock strong Like the fruit of Islam, word to God yo Times is hard yo I'm just a regular brother coming straight out of Scarborough Fresh Wes'll never perpetrate and be a gun man That shit'll be funny like Aaron Hall catching a suntan I just be myself, maintain my health Concetrate on my wealth, 'cause you know I go for delf G-O-D's the only one who dictates And before I plant seeds you know I got to get my shit straihgt Concrete jungle's could trample A little nigga without a father figure, or an example to follow Young minds are getting swallowed by the devil We got to help the youth, elevate to a higher level CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] No shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind I ain't blind, I know the time No shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind I ain't blind, I know the time [Maestro Fresh Wes] Check it I made a record hitting hard like a wall I say without togetherness we got nothing at all Progess will stall, the blackman will fall And if you don't believe me, check the Final Call I'm getting bolder 'cause I'm getting older Some say I told ya, I known he had a chip on his shoulder Nah, I love my people like a passion Give me the opportunity, I write about unity The community will prosper, or should I say grow When brothers and sisters know the right way to go I make beats and I'm all about peace Refuge is what I seek from anxiety and grief My mind stays focused, my vision stays clear I concentrate on my career, successs is near when I say my prayers I take a deep breath, I'm tired of being oppressed I always try my best, Fresh Wes won't stress I'm sharper than a shank, rhyme's heavy like a tank I want to put my money in a blackman's bank Point blank, I even met Queen Elizabeth (You didn't bow did you Maestro?) Money don't be ridiculous That's some silly shit, you know she ain't significant I only got to bow to Allah the magnificant Through bass and treble, I never back peddle Side step the devil and move to a higher level We be living in darkness X3

Space Boogie

KURUPT "Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey"
[Kurupt] Yeah nigga... Westcoast Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin' Nigga!... G'z... Young Gotti I'm like... fuck a bitch and fuck you too It's so many different things that i'm gon' do Switches all fucked up Livin' in the '80's jackin' niggas for Nissan trucks A quarter piece to flip It's me and Daz and two bitches I never gave a fuck, nigga Daz and Kurupt They say this ain't the way to get rich! I might as well get me a bitch! I don't get it, I take it Put a glitch in the Matrix Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked 'Cause I just don't care, live from G square Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air Nigga... fuck a bitch and fuck you too What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do? ... I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fued It's on one, nah he said it's on two On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed All you to want do Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors Crap like the crap table, Kane and Abel I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallahgar Metal physical, sixteen Calibur metallica 'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker Punk mothafucka, mothafuck, mothafucka, yeah nigga We can go heads nigga You bitches be hatin' nigga, heard what I said nigga Lend me some bread nigga, keep ya chest bust like lead niggas The fed nigga, Daz and Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never never have I ever gave a fuck Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt And we do what the fuck we want to do too Get what we got to get to get through And we blast what we got blast to get ours Life of a gangsta in a world of stars Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through, through, through Just do it... don't stop [Nate Dogg] All my niggas on the Northside, getcha money right away All my niggas on the Southside, let 'em know that you don't play And say them niggas on the Eastside, ain't some niggas you contest Unless you stuck up in a time-warp, you all ready know about the West They say them niggas on the Northside, keep tabs on they skrill All my niggas on the Southside, try to make anotha mil' All my niggas on the Eastside, make million dollar bills All my niggas on the Westside, been doin' this fo' years Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride [Kurupt] Mac, Young Gotti, fuck the world nigga Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life Fucka on Beach world, 30 enemies cuz! They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to nigga! 2000, screech it on 'em, riders, the real riders Dogg Pound Gangsta riders, hoodsies

Space Boogie F Nate Dogg

KURUPT
[Kurupt] Yeah nigga... Westcoast Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin' Nigga!... G'z... Young Gotti I'm like... fuck a bitch and fuck you too It's so many different things that i'm gon' do Switches all fucked up Livin' in the '80's jackin' niggas for Nissan trucks A quarter piece to flip It's me and Daz and two bitches I never gave a fuck, nigga Daz and Kurupt They say this ain't the way to get rich! I might as well get me a bitch! I don't get it, I take it Put a glitch in the Matrix Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked 'Cause I just don't care, live from G square Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air Nigga... fuck a bitch and fuck you too What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do? ... I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fued It's on one, nah he said it's on two On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed All you to want do Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors Crap like the crap table, Kane and Abel I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallahgar Metal physical, sixteen Calibur metallica 'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker Punk mothafucka, mothafuck, mothafucka, yeah nigga We can go heads nigga You bitches be hatin' nigga, heard what I said nigga Lend me some bread nigga, keep ya chest bust like lead niggas The fed nigga, Daz and Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never never have I ever gave a fuck Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt And we do what the fuck we want to do too Get what we got to get to get through And we blast what we got blast to get ours Life of a gangsta in a world of stars Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through, through, through Just do it... don't stop [Nate Dogg] All my niggas on the Northside, getcha money right away All my niggas on the Southside, let 'em know that you don't play And say them niggas on the Eastside, ain't some niggas you contest Unless you stuck up in a time-warp, you all ready know about the West They say them niggas on the Northside, keep tabs on they skrill All my niggas on the Southside, try to make anotha mil' All my niggas on the Eastside, make million dollar bills All my niggas on the Westside, been doin' this fo' years Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride [Kurupt] Mac, Young Gotti, fuck the world nigga Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life Fucka on Beach world, 30 enemies cuz! They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to nigga! 2000, screech it on 'em, riders, the real riders Dogg Pound Gangsta riders, hoodsies

Unsolved Mystery

TWISTA "Adrenaline Rush"
[Twista] I know a whole bunch of motherfuckers thats prepared whoop Leave a body bloody red to scoop Poppin off lead for loot Shot the pussy up from head to boot Just for talkin dramatic when it was static you was scared to shoot Police prepared to swoop To catch a nigga on the runway but don't none stay for the white chalk If aired out your tip whatch your lip niggas pipes talk I you wasn't seen then you might walk Even if it ain't the time of day niggas will find a way like locos off of nodos Cappin when you servin your blows niggas doze hoes Got the popos posin as hobos Take a photo of him please Tell the Chi Town he freeze they don't give a fuck if it was DT's They be up like the sea breeze on CC's And they handin out these murders like free cheese Could you pass me the B please I got intercate shit to kick even though I campaign with a gang Bumpin though in different denominations in the nations, and the nations racin worried bacause I'm slangin the thangs If you can ahng up at my town up a K Town if you dissin them then you dissin me Niggas actin like they glad to die so if you had to try, if they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me just a unsolved mystery [Chorus 2x] Before I saw his body lyin down I heard a motherfucker crying now Have you ever seen a bitch nigga give into mysery And left an unsolved mystery Before I saw his body lyin down I heard a motherfucker crying now Call the popo the man and mess Shot up his head and chess Put to rest now the rest should be history Before I saw his body lyin down I heard a motherfucker crying now Have you ever seen a bitch nigga give into mysery And left an unsolved mystery Before I saw his body lyin down I heard a motherfucker crying now Niggas actin like they glad to die So if you had to try If they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me [2nd vesre] In a hoopty shorty's will design a spot So when the get pulled over them people wouldn't find the spot But if you ain't got it hid you have the flowest if you can throw it and motherfucker its a nine to knot Just go back to where your thang lay Cause lo key niggas they started out in the gang way But if you wild when your aim spray Them niggas that you aired out is gonna be comin back the same day In the middle of a war you ain't on the tip if you get the guns and clips to keep doin what you doin Is it the same chiefs that got the same beef claimin they ain't been doin the bruh be givin it to 'em Flamboyant niggas must be slow If your bitch ain't get popped then its a blessin she a lucky hoe Cause no matter where the fuck he go In K Town they will dress him in a casket and tuxedo Cause you can't be actin thug roof Because of Hennesey and drug use these niggas love juice Some don't even considered gettin caught cause when you talk up some shit the gonna be quick and let the slugs loose These motherfuckers heart is love boo Especially like them niggas up at Ghostown Windy City snipe Cause its a pitty when hype For niggas wanna get witty For comin too pretty Get the chilli filled and desipher To pay the piper and bow to viper Twice is rough Now is what I'm kickin hype enough Cause everytime I puff and write this stuff I kick a frenzy facin fuckin and fury cause I dont like to bluff So if we ever get into it and let the static get to me Lets squash it and make it history Niggas actin like the glad to die So if you had to try If they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me Just an unsolved mystery [Chorus] [3rd verse] Now listen they be kickin hocus pocus I done said shit to put your motherfucking eyes out of focus So writing what I wrote is hopeless If you see our base and you said then you better be ferosheous And matter fact I hope the dopest For to try to cope this is hopeless Cause my lethal rhymes Is the kind that can beat you blind And pre-design I pee through mine Like I see through lines Check the brain and see define The reason I'm gunnin I tried the runnin Cause I should have let you know I don't give a fuck you was fronted because you was blunted West side to the hunters you can't step to hoe In the state of emergency urgenlty the ambulance will come And then the law will come demand the gun But bullshit irrelevence they need evidence or trippin on elegance they be holdin out they hands for some If anything they'll hand 'em some Or get wit him here come the victum he be shot up in his pants and lungs Cause he actin hard and ran his tongue Don't mean another nigga he meet in the street gonna be the man to run Cause a prison is some shit to see Matter of fact fuck the talkin my lip let me hit the B Niggas actin like they glad to die So if you had to try If they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me Just an unsolved mystery [Chorus 2x]

The Game

Mac "Shell Shocked"
What nigga drop that shit Soldier, say K-L These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein Verse 1: Mac Murda murda I wrote it in braile Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale The homicide rapper, there'll never be another after The Mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous 1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss ?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don't got no motives In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river I enter the place, ski mask covered my face If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case In this mothafucka ya heard of me ?T-T and herb hit the spot? All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked Chorus: Mac I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got it, I got it Verse 2: Mac I was born in it and represented The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot Them scriptures, paint the pictures We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid You wanna go to war let's get to it Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo Chorus: Mac I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change Verse 3: Mac I'm the bad nigga from the bricks Blood on my kicks Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya Nigga put me in the game I'ma show you my sports Witness the street level on the b-ball court Bitch I'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated My niggas wit me You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy And buck, my name Mac remember that, I drop rhymes Nigga it's Mac as if you missed it the first time nigga Woah 7x

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