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BEENIE MAN lyrics - Best Of Beenie Man

Never Been Down

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Verse 1: Aah sid-dung and plan and mi dig mi foundation D.J. wha dig up mi excurvation So mi sid-dung and mi rock about I have to wonder what some D.J. thinking about Well, go ahead and mek yu own preparation If yu feel sey yu can dis badman, not physical But lyrical yu go dis Beenie Man And mek mi fans det mad But don't matter which form a D.J. If yu rascine yu dead anyways And don't think for a minute, you are on my mind Black wizard don't care what yu talk about As long as yu know sey a mi run di route Yu dis Beenie Man and mi fans ago carry yu out, old scout Chorus: I've never been down, well done I've never been out, swell down And I've never hit rock bottom So yu stay deh gwaan talk off yu mouth God knows I'm moving strong, sing along So I've never hit rock bottom so yu fi Hear weh Shocking Vibes a talk bout Verse 2: Aah sid-dung and relax, and mi tek things wid ease Dem never know sey Indian a Black a cross breed Mi affi wonder what some guy believe Yu deserve all a strapping little mout a massy speak Fool, yu si mi face, mi look simple yu no mi Yu neva know a Indian scamie grow mi But through mi defend di apache I Some idiot hear man argument a clss man as guy But don't matter which form a any D.J. If yu dis rascine yu dead anyways And don't think for a minute, you are on my mind Aquaman don't care what yu talk about As long as yu know sey a mi run di route Yu dis Beenie Man and mi fans dem a go carry yu out Old scout Chorus Verse 3: Aah mi preach and warn, and tell dem mi tell Dem mi a veteran Some little fool want come dis foundation But yu nu respect all yu mom and dad Through yu get up everyday and yu a preach how yu bad But duppy done know a who dem fi frighteh But if yu ever mek mi draw fi mi bible Well two psalms mi a go read fi yu Well mi nu stop lick out bad mind from certion people But don't matter which form a any D.J. If yu dis Alley Cat yu dead anyways And don't think for a minute you're on my mind Shocking Vibes don't care what yu talk about As long as yu know sey a mi run di route Yu dis Beenie Man and mi fans ago carry yu out Old scout Chorus 2x Repeat Verse 1

The Grundy County Spitting Incident

Cledus T. Judd "I Stoled This Record"
Sadie, pull this car over. Let me get me a can of Skoal. Well, we went down to the Grundy County auction The sign said no tobaccer where we sat My wife told me that I should spit with caution Or else we'll all wind up in a big ol' spat And I said hush your mouth nobody's gonna mind If I pack my lip and ignore the sign 'Cause a little dip of Skoal never hurt no one at all Then, I've never seen anyone get so mad From a little bit of spit on his John Deere hat But I spit on him once, spit on him twice Spit Skoal on the feller in the second row Well he turned around and nearly broke my nose I got a big fat lip, two black eyes Shoulda just went and dipped outside Well, it musta been about eight or nine more minutes Until I pulled that can of Skoal back out And I knew when I put my fingers in it That I'd just spit it out amongst the crowd ...Look out! And you know I really don't care if anybody minds A pinch 'tween your cheek and gum is not a crime So I'll do my spittin' and to heck with the rest of y'all Well I've never saw people gettin' so dang mad Worst County auction they've ever had 'Cause I spit on 'em once, spit on 'em twice Spit Skoal on the people, well I must confess I even got a little on a lady's white dress But in the end they got me back you see They all took a dip and spit on me Well, they pinned me down on the auction block And took my Skoal away And the town still hates to talk about The mess that was made that day When I said hush your mouth, nobody's gonna mind If I pack my lip and ignore the sign 'Cause a little dip of Skoal never hurt no one at all Well, I've never saw people gettin' so derned mad The worst County auction they've ever had 'Cause I spit on 'em once, spit on 'em twice Spit Skoal on the people, well I must confess I even got a little on a lady's white dress Shoulda swallowed my dip, swallowed my pride Shoulda just went and spit outsiiiiiiide. Whew! Boy, that was horrible! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well I went down to a Music City function Where I just heard a song that I had to howl out My lawyers told my to proceed with caution Or I'd make a whole lot of songwriters mad Uh-huh And I said Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind If I take a song and make it mine all mine Like I did so many times with old Tim McGraw's Yeah I never heard anything sound so fine Mind if I borrow one or two of your lines Well I stole it once stole it twice I STOLE it from a writer on Music Row Well he just moved to town and he didn't know About ASCAP, SESAC, or BMI So he might as well kiss his song goodbye I had my number two pencil going about a mile a minute Till I had his ideas all written down And I knew I really went and did it When the police came and hauled my butt downtown And I said Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind If I steal a song and make it mine all mine Like I did so many times with Tim McGraw's Yeah I never heard anything sound so fine Mind if I borrow one or two of your lines Well I stole it once stole it twice I STOLE that song and I must confess When I went to court I plead no contest Got a big fat lip and two black eyes Never should have messed with his copyright Yeah I told the judge I had writers block but he hauled my butt away And now it hurts too much to laugh about the song I stole that day When I said Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind If I steal a song and make it mine all mine Like I did so many times with Tim McGraw Yeah I never heard anything sound so fine Mind if I borrow one or two of your lines So I stole it once stole it twice I STOLE it from a writer on Music Row Well he just moved to town and he didn't know About ASCAP, SESAC, or BMI So he might as well kiss his song goodbye (GASP) EYE STOLE WHEE!!!!

Hellz Wind Staff

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
(conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon) [ The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang Die! *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street Life So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched *sounds of fighting* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out on the regular for robbin a good nigga house Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa *sounds of fighting* Verse Three: Inspectah Deck Ha ha ha ha, yo What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous Hit you close range with this madness Unique design shine like a deep dish The beat kick technique split all your weak shit Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section with the Force like Luke Skywalker Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture Live performer, bit the mic sayanora Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke Verse Four: Method Man We on the run with the golden guns, get you none when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice commence when I throw these darts at these rappers Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction blend like a million All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords clash* Verse Five: RZA Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll Soul edged blade controls your inner pole The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling ( Sometimes... ) Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops Shots get popped on the block cause them blood to gush From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue The entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow Connect the Book of Shaolin like the brothers I know Now Rule Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rollin askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo Pussy that shit she passin off to me though We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill You could crash a meal, got you back steel scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills sit back eyein y'all niggaz out Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status, guidin these vert up on my matress Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one chain Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like step on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats ( Sometimes... ) *sounds of fighting* May you rot in hell! Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!

Lets Talk Dirty In Hawaiian

JOHN PRINE "German Afternoons"
Well,I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket For the land of the tall palm tree Aloha Old Milwaukee, Hello Waikiki I just stepped down from the airplane When I heard her say, Waka waka nuka licka, waka waka nuka licka Would you like a lei? Eh? Chorus Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian Whisper in my ear Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini Are the words I long to hear Lay your coconut on my tiki What the hecka mooka mooka dear Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian Say the words I long to hear It's a ukelele Honolulu sunset Listen to the grass skirts sway Drinking rum from a pineapple Out on Honolulu Bay The steel guitars all playing While she's talking with her hands Gimme gimme oka doka make a wish and wanta polka Words I understand Hey! Repeat Chorus Well, I boughta lota junka with my moola And sent it to the folks back home I never had the chance to dance the hula Well,I guess I should have known When you start talking to the sweet wahini Walking in the pale moonlight Ohka noka whatta setta knocka-rocka-sis-boom-boccas Hope I said it right Oh! Repeat Chorus Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian Say the words I long to hear spoken: Aloha

You Gots To Chill '97

EPMD "Back in Business"
Verse One: Erick Sermon As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback The E double E is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, comin through like mud Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whips Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped Verse Two: PMD Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill Verse Three: Erick Sermon I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club [P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up? I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll Verse Four: PMD Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu, business to take 2's Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the microphone doctor And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it's no doubt, the world shocker Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell You boy, you gots to chill Verse Five: Erick Sermon Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just What's happening, I get biz and that's an natural fact, I'm like Zoro I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas Say somethin to them, and run right through them Verse Six: PMD I'm makin crazy G's, politicin on my mobile phone, D double About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker Puffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol Still packin, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a while And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come prepared EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill

Been Away

Jermaine Dupri
Q The Kid ft. Jermaine Dupri Been Away JD its been a long time comin, im here now nobody can stop that verse 1 (JD) i done traveled long distances im the meaning of what persistence is and music is the only thing ive really loved since i was a kid and its the only thing im gonna love forever ive been through the hard times and bad weathers long days and long nights, tryin to get my career together but school was my first goal, bump these brauds i was blessed with a talent that could get me real far in time and trust me im nice with mine and im sick with an instrument listen to the drumline and all i got is more fire to come a lotta cats is nice, but im liver than them and these ATL streets, is what im tryin to rise up from by any means just to get that cream it was hard but i did it graduated to the big screen now im on tour and the kid got bigger dreams chorus you cant help me ive been away to long im just tryin to chase my dreams did i leave your mind when i was gone i hope not, cuz im still here you cant help me ive been away to long im just tryin to chase my dreams did i leave your mind when i was gone i hope not verse 2 (Q the Kid ) now im in a new state new division new sound new shit im on a new mission a good life livin things done changed, new deal new aim 2 new four fifths, benz and a range ive came a long way from sittin on a block from bustin shots in broad days to number one slots but look ima grind through it and i can make anything happen as long as i put my mind to it i love music kid im real nice with them sticks no class no tutors i was born with this gift and its only a few, one or two i can name and cuz im hot, dudes wanna X me out the game but ima keep strivin and hustle all the way from the bottom to the top and surprise em and show niggaz it dont hurt to try stay focused and you bound to get by SING WIT ME YA'LL! Chorus Verse 3 (Q the Kid and JD) ive came a long way and look i done made it and nothin you do or say can stop me cuz this is what im here for and hot beats is all i got an ear for you could never nop me what im sheddin tears for look, it was rough but i made it at last top dog major the head of my class now its JD who they wanna get along with its Q who they wanna do a song with chorus to fade

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