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[AZ] Yea, back off vacation Time to send y'all pros on a permanent vacation though Check my track record, respect is my black Lexus Expect me to act reckless, I'm rich and I'm ass naked A mink with half leopard, my drinks and my glass separate I roll and I'm half breathless, just stroll through my last message Like...niggaz can't be serious Never that leery shit, shit I'm mysterious Move mystique on 'em, the doses increase on 'em You ghost if you sleep on 'em No joke when my peeps stormin The cars they come in heavy The God of the Serengeti I charge with a large machete And carve through ya starvin belly Like...you shoulda known I was serious Still the prettiest, point blank period [Nas] Feedin while alligators on swamps, got miles and acres No comp, whether it's freestyle, or written down on papers So far, I've been down from maybe, a decade, I'm still the raw-rest Plus, suede, and ferragamo's, cause the made jury's on us Garments fly apartments, they buggin say Nastradamus Just wasn't one of my hardest, sold over a mil regardless Chill with them hard looks, I spark clips If you blood, or Muslim, 5 percent God, or crip [AZ] Yea, ok Guns in the glove compartment I'm dapper but love the nonsense The rappin up of my conscience I'm strapped when I come to conscious Attack with a hundred monsters They black and they runnin bonkers We back and we come to conquer [Nas] To master the fucking genre Like, niggaz can't be serious Still the grittiest, point blank period Flow tight as a midget's closet As tight as a prison block is No sight of po-lice, when we riot Fightin the system, fired Be quiet, when I'm approaching Get tired, jump out the roses Sip Meyer's Rum out in open I'm smokin that hydro, choking I'm scopin, my eyes are on you Don't reach cause I tried to warn you No street corner Nas won't come to To bomb you, 4 5's will harm you Eccentric, I'm live but calm too Cordial, but crazy cautious Roll through with some crazy gorgeous Hoes, bodies like lady horses Like, my whole stampede serious Ya'll niggaz is funny like Eddie Murphy's "Delirious" Sped up or real slow, never neo-soul Hip-Hop only rockin with homey, we Co-D's Nas not no Hives, or Coldplay If there was an old days, we pioneered it Anthony Cruz, Nasir Jones shit, very serious

Fuck U Man

Kool G. Rap
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick yo mami is rich she push a six Living some bloodshed her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks they house looking slick It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit trying to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with ? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, Hello, who this? (chick) It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady Fine and how you doing boo (chick) Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressing me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twisting mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeek on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas coming and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? [Mami] I'm a little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? [Mami] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick, yo you moving to slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and hit the Caymans With the payment, somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aiming I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and Put the heater to the chicks brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish Thinking he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fucking Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, amor you won't be pretty no more Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug lost the only women he loved And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above Word

A Thug's Love Story (Chapter I, Ii, Iii)

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Roots of Evil"
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with ? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, Hello, who this? (chick) It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady Fine and how you doing boo (chick) Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressing me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twisting mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeek on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas coming and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? [Mami] I'm a little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? [Mami] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick, yo you moving to slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and hit the Caymans With the payment, somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aiming I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and Put the heater to the chicks brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish Thinking he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fucking Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, amor you won't be pretty no more Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug lost the only women he loved And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above Word

Dem Niggas

LIL' TROY "Sittin' Fat Down South"
Yea for all y'all Chours: Lil' Troy Fuck dem niggas We roll with enough of niggas And got problems with a couple of niggas But fuck dem niggas They gonna to have take chillin with us or they gonna have to face dealing with us Fuck dem niggas We roll with enough of niggas And got problems with a couple of niggas But fuck dem niggas They gonna to have take chillin with us or they gonna have to face dealing with us [Ardis] Im the master mind Get money leave the past behind Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with Artist im still one thick He told me to bring it well here it go I run shit You bustas please i run shit We authentic time peace ice up to fice up I'm still here who lights up Going on somebody turn the lights up Is the mic up I cant be touched You got cash well it cant be much you missed us Im the same one playin me close I told ya it ain't done I bring the rain if I cock back I'm going to aim one The thing to ask if I want it I bring the axe You niggas cant fuck with me I put it down real so my nigga Troy stuck with me I cut for him now he cut for me Grim got the keyboard i got the razor blade to match I got the levy drop hits on the track chorus [Lil' Troy] Fuck deem naggas man Even though I had to front some niggas I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas You know I'm Lil' Troy(Lil' Troy) I dont want any of you niggas I will kill everyone of you niggas Why you bumpin cause you moved up to score a half a brick (a half of brick) Bitch I move three half a lick (oh) I.d. you know the rules get your mutherfuckin ass in line And have my mutherfuckin cash on time Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip Tied you up and didn't even reason kid (tied your ass up) I paid the price gill bitch I saved your life Now your thinking everything's all right When I caught you off tha soft with a pistol bumpin you all But then I should bump you off I aint sayin no more I know you should start payin me though Cuz bitch I aint playing no more chorus [Ardis] I done down to pull one Unload a clip popin a good one You niggas cant fuck with us This Short Stop baby you aint got enough of us You want to bring it aint shit to me I roll one deep but you better have a click for me Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk Im artist thats Troy we both stay nonchalant You dont know how far our money extend Pushin tha benz ridin shotgun cop twins in case I have to die for the ends It was a half of a meal From the jump when he started to burn one lick was three and a quarter to burn Throw three hundred in the aisle these niggas full like that I drink but I dont get full like that I stay sober when its good for me And grab my glock and make sure i put enought on me chorus [Lil' Troy] talking Yea fuck these niggas You see what I'm sayin we roll with enough of niggas and um I'm takin contracts out every motherfuckin body that owns somebody in this bitch you know what I'm sayin come see Lil' Troy I dont care if you on the east side west side north side or south side If you a hoe ass nigga im taking y' all ass out for the 99 bitch

YGM

ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw us So I smashed through the windows and dashed with it all Didn't even leave the broken glass Put it all in the van and took it home to stash We don't bargain, we throw darts man No money, pull honeys at the park jam So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face You hit last place like you didn't know you would And caught a bad case like you never over stood Damn shame just a waste of track tape I bet them raps taste just like an ash tray You kittens gotta be kiddin' All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten Look at the teeth marks, check the dental records Go take a second to locate them exits, bitch Believe it's time for you to believe it Clean out your desk and turn the keys in It's termination day for these half wits Flappin' them lips from the cradle to the casket You mundane like Sunday traffic About as much threat as a wet book of matches They show me where the mic was, I grabbed it Took the stage and made the fans feel fantastic Atmos follow with the fear Don't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my beer Get the fuck outta here with your act Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your back Stab it, in your face like what's happening The brighter the lights the bugs come, it attracts em' Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckle So fuckin' hungry the tummy rumble Gotta be more then just another monkey's uncle So I'ma get dumb this album And do it like I don't give a damn about the outcome Slide past the trash that's hatin' Slit the tree in half and crack the pavement Wrote graffiti on the mainstream application Was validated enough - we had the ladies masturbatin' After Satan laughs his ass off We'll all love hip hop, we'll all have bad jobs And even there on that assembly line I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes On lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakes Do it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fake And after I catch a kiss from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like this I don't quit, I never have If you step in the act you better be better then that You can talk your shit like whatever, dag But excuse me miss we need to check your bag huh You're stealin' now give me back my style How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd Say it loud, break it down, take em' out Like "give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed" Wooooooheeeeee That's what I'm talking about Yo Ant I wanna holler at some friends I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole Bill I wanna say what's up to Puck Los Notivos, Stage 1, I Self Devine Cool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real Proof J-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe Good And my little brothers Jordan and Nathan Yo Sadiq I didn't forget about you man Let's get these swimming pools!

Creepin'

REDMAN "Muddy Waters"
All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers Verse One: To my, no good niggaz, and my, no good bitches Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches Seems y'all too bold for ya britches Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggaz I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors Resevoir Dog style, truly yours Yes, I be the slug up in your chest Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of ciggarettes My nationality is, brutality I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually You'd be surprised how much info you can get For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks Plus, that crew you run with is butt I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shit and go off a BIT if you do a show in da Bricks You'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence I keep your nervous level high nigga You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga When we creep Verse Two: I give respect to all my woolly niggaz with the Rolex Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets Especially when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate I scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla- -dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I come Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me I slip the bartender some more Just to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you pour] Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your injuries Forty-eight tracks of automatics and facts Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks And I don't give a FUCK if you did thirty bids Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jaleel Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin mind, I got you niggaz duckin out like I'm one-time Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty Like I be doin security at my live shows Your A amp;R is a punk, he got you gassed when I brutally smash any contender in my weight class Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels (hold that nigga while I rob this fool) When we creep

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