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Big Daddy Kane lyrics - Daddy's Home

That's How I Did 'Em

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Daddy Daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack MC No Daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootlegger Daddy Daddy tell us a story! [Big Daddy Kane] Heh heh, alright, alright, alright y'all OK Come on y'all, crowd around Daddy now OK C'mon Y'all just sit there and listen I'ma tell you about the MC and I'ma tell you about the bootlegger, OK Here we go children It happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the program So I had to silence the lamb and show him who I am So I just set it off on my competitor Freakin the funk as I hit em with crazy metaphors Like back up off me Dukes, because you're trippin You better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippin You beatin me is somethin that I doubt The only way you could bake Kane is workin in a crackhouse No man alive can withstand the Kane flow I kick so much flavor that my shoes look like a rainbow You need a whole lot of practice, you thought that you was on the money so I took you out like taxes! Now you can Flea Off, releasin me G, easy be to keep the great MC Then I throw em I lean and mean record to spark So I can school that ass just like Joe Clark next I translated, my rap is more educated and made it complicated for him to illustrate it My dexterity, put him in fear of me and had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin see That was enough to slow his whole train of thought down So I just speeded the pace up more than enough for him to come around I triple the words, when makin the rhymes, whatever the rhythm Puttin his mind in a prison And oh yeah, that's how I did em That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY) I was out flex, lookin cold sex in a Lex' Sippin on a Beck's, pumpin the remix of Das EFX Drive down 125th with my man And what did I see, bein sold at the stand A bunch of bootleg tapes that he had claim on it So I snatched everything with my name on it And give me that Kool G. Rap tape, and give me that Ice Cube and all the Wu-Tang joints, cause they're my boys too A man tryin to make a livin, I can't knock it But now you tried to take money out of my pocket Word to Miz, what the problem is, is that the kids didn't buy it from The Wiz, they bought your shaky fibs so now it's time to move him off the block Pass me the glock cause I might make a body rock And I'll break down sixteen shots That's One + Eight + Seven on a undercover bootlegger, you're worse than a beggar Makin a fake profit, stop it Cause I work hard for the money, to make cash flow to have another come along and take my dough Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo So I just told my man, aiyyo throw the tapes in the Lexus Then we burned his whole stand down just like Waco, Texas And then I jumped on the brother, with rage Crushed his ribcage, damn did he get slayed Cause I don't think he even know whatever hit him Bootleggers beware, cause yeah I did em That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY) Give it your best shot, bring it with all you got And watch the bombs I drop just rock your knot Cause it ain't wise to address me I wouldn't advise a schoolteacher to test me Cause I don't just do em, I run through em And I don't just hurt, uh uh, I body work em Lyrical torture, never could support ya For steppin to me, agony is what it brought ya Cause you never seen this type of lyrical genius that could never be touched, and I mean this So one love, I'ma leave you with the rhythm Ain't no need to go off, cause yo hon know I did em That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH) That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY)


KANO "140 Grime St"
I'm gonna get that paper [Hook:] I'm gonna get that paper [x2] Major, fuck them fuckers now, spend a little later, I'm gonna get that paper [x2] Major, fuck them fuckers now, spend a little later (it's K-A!), (I'm gonna get that paper [x2] Major, fuck them fuckers now, spend a little later,) [x2] [Verse 1:] Look, I'm back I bun down the city, Badboy n I don't run round with Diddy, Hardcore I don't dumb down for any, If they ain't ready, tell em buy Jamie T, cause I'm heavy, Bassline messy n yeah I go Glastonbury n wear wellies, Cause I'm a known rapper, was no Fonejacker but I got the 'LCD' and it's HD ready, Look, I'm sick of the comparisons already, I listen when I square like Madison, Rent mansions don't stay in the Radisson, Any other rapper I'm bigger n badder than, See I'm in a different league, I'm a different breed, You're Championship, I'm Champions League, Back a day I was in that champion team, Name on the back 'brap brap' like I was on stage, N I rap bout 20-man deep, next that's Wembley? 20 seats cause, I'm one of the best MCs to spit it, UK or US fuck the critics, You spray n you dress with no fittin, Look, I'm the hardest regardless, See I'm on the road so they rolled out the red carpet, So cool with my? glasses, Limelight so I shine like varnish, It's my time, I'm now you're past it, You're an MC, I'm an artist, N I'm still old skool like a partin', I'm still half in, the industry half in the streets N the mixtape market, so I'm still hungry like I'm fastin, Tahahaha, to the bank I'm laughin [Hook] [Verse 2:] Look, I'm back I bun down the endz, I come for pounds you come back for pence, I own the flow n no doughs left? Landlord, I might come down for rent, I come to my senses early on, Now mamis got that Hermes on, with her Vuitton, Louis, case, mortgage paid, This place I represent, These people I'm there for them, These verses I recommend, You rewind n hear again, You won't witness this again, The MC spit so quick with such sense, Such soul, n success, Home Sweet Home, Classic, Fuckin Illmatic, addict, Kane's still at it, Don't make me prove this again, That I'm the shit I'm the best, with all due respect, But no disrespect, when you go right I go left, I'm different, if you ask me, I'm the people's champ like Ali [Hook] [Verse 3:] Look, I'm better I'm greater, Hot now veteran later, That's why your gettin them peanuts, N I'll be gettin that paper, I'm dark I'm Vader, no stranger, I know what grime is, I'm Legend like Will Smith where I live, Cristian D's over the eyelids, The shit we need to look the fliest, Diamond rings n no TV licence, Magnum Dom P n BT's cut off, Stereotype fuck that I'm a one off, It's just one of the things I do, Custom tracksuits n bling my shoes, Cause I don't wanna live average, do you? I wanna hear everybody sing my choon like, I'm gonna get that paper [Hook] Look, I make money, I make money money, I don't, take money, I make money money, I don't, make music just to make money money, I make, big money, to give money money, Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine, Cause every I'm hustlin I stay on my grind, Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine, Cause every I'm hustlin I stay on my grind

Money Comes And Goes

Mase "Welcome Back"
[Ma$e] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get money, make money Why's it always got to be about some money Ha, ha, ha, ha Cause I was born to have it You satisfied [Chorus 2X] In my life, money comes and goes Money comes and goes Even when it's movin' slow I ain't afraid to spend it cause it comes and goes [Verse 1: Ma$e] See the charm is global, the ice on my arm is oval Money stacked in the back like it's Barnes and Noble I know a girl Colorado, half of mulatto Said I was hollow till I bought her a Murado Some call me Ma$e and some call me Dolla Some came to hate and some came to holla Followed by a mode,l I ain't even cop a bottle See me GP and I ain't even hit the throttle Mansion not listed, y'all got me twisted Only young boys shop at the district I hop out of big things rocky wristed Now everybody thinking I'm domestic Uh, grown mine, I need to chrome mine Y'all go lease, I need to own mine I stay so fresh I need my own line So if money involved I need a hundred for mine [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ma$e] I know the pros and the cons to the smoking dons See I'm laid in the shade to the Boca rotund And people wanna beat me with they open arms But could it be my Rolls or my frozen arm I'm like whoa man, mind I remember, I fear no man Put chicks on the floor like a slow jam With God on my side I fear no man, I'm deprogrammed It's like I don't really care what another man think Love to spend many so I understand Money in the bank so I understand Excuse me miss your standin' on my mink My rock so big it jams up the sink You can't call me sissy cause my whole hand pink Enough ice in this to make a man blink You think I care about what he think Here we go [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ma$e] Now you be the middle man, I'ma be the money man This flow right here, I know you don't understand Power to get wealth, part of the covenant I'm not your man, don't front me about your government Y'all do it y'all way, I'ma do it God's way Forget the house I put a million on the driveway Clothes every spendin' winnin' dressed up in funny linen Grinnin' while I spendin' givin' to men and women Oh we back we cool we friends again And we gonna get some lunch Oh we back we cool we friends again And you ain't seen me in sixty months I know how you stunt, I'm hard to distort You know my face so it's hard to resort Garage, lookin' like a rob report House, one hole away from a golf resort [Chorus]

Guilty Conscience

EMINEM "Slim Shady EP"
{sound of static} [announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are going, he decides to rob a liquor store. ('I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes') But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience comes into play... ('Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this') [Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade [Dr. Dre] Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns [Eminem] Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!) Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you (You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..) {sound of static} ('It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute') ('Mmm, I don't know!') ('Look baby..') ('Damn!') ('Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?') ('Well OK..') [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ('Give me a kiss!') After meeting a young girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience comes into play... ('Shit!') [Eminem] Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe.. (Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair) Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there (Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?) No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest! (Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail.. {sound of static} {pickup idling, radio playing} [announcer] Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker. After coming home from a hard day's work, he walks in the door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed with another man. ('WHAT THE FUCK?!?!') ('Grady!!') [Dr. Dre] Alright calm down, relax, start breathin.. [Eminem] Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?! FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!! [Dr. Dre] Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit? (What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!) Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy [Eminem] Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??! [Dr. Dre] What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you motherfucker! [Eminem] Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way? How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? [Dr. Dre] Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that.. aw fuck it... What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at? {gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired}

Vice City

JAY ROCK "90059"
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit... Turn me up Sin City, Sin City Sin City, Sin City [Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar:] Big money, big booty bitches Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it 7 figures for a headline You want some stage time, we can talk about it Niggas actin' like they be rappin' Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live That decision is hella childish Rose gold for my old hoes They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down 10th grade, I gave her all shade But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now I don't lease, I just all out feast I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman Bomb head and some cheese eggs That's a new raise and a signing bonus [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Fall in this bitch Like some good pussy, can't stand myself So good, she so hood She a cheesehead, patty melt GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs That shit was happening She reel me in with some chicken wings And some collard greens, that shit was brackin' Just cracked me a new bitch Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey My bitch get off at 9 o'clock So I had to shake her 'round 7:30 105, I'm stomping fast With these big guns, I'm hella dirty Get caught with this shit I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030 [Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big dreams, no superstition Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself I just might ban myself I just might... GOD! [Break - Jay Rock:] I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth [Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:] Mental window blurry as a bitch Still lookin' out it So much money off the fuckin' books Could write a book about it Took a minute, no, wait a minute... Let me think about it Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods Sweat and tears, and we still counting Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn She fucked the whole squad Now every time I land in Brooklyn They fuck with the whole squad I'm more spiritual than lyrical I'm similar to Eli... Why? Cause I'm wearin' black shades And I'm headed west with the word of God I think I'm finally ready to talk about it These niggas just talk about it Homie you don't play me for no fool Poppin' bottles like enemigos Ay dios mio, I'm so cold Get so deep in that water, water They should call my johnson a harpoon [Bridge - Jay Rock:] Feed the needy, don't know graffiti Paint her walls like a cartoon Beat the pussy up so bad Send her home with some war wounds Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back Goin' 'cross her head... bar stool Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes Then it's time to reload, then it's part two [Verse 4 - ScHoolboy Q:] Damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz Where you're from, I'mma see about it Last year I made 10 million That's where I've been yeah, a private island Smoking something, on autopilot Got too many cars, I might crash a whip New 'Rari pedal barely tapping Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich bitch Got two Rollies but one missing Think my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten Got one crib worth two cribs And my front lawn, yeah that's water fountain You be talking boss, saying big words Like philosophies, man you weird homie What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie [Bridge - ScHoolboy Q:] A Dashiki on, with a fedora on And my round glasses, trying to fool the cops I'm with you dot, on that sneak dissing When you penny bitchin' nigga, shoot the fade Ugly nigga, but I'm fine as wine Did you check your time, I get good with age Shoot the nine like, fourth grade Black Hippy droppin', eyebrows raised [Break - Jay Rock:] I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth [Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big dreams, no superstition That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke I can't stand myself I just might damn myself I just might... GOD!... GOD!

Money Maker

*all vocals by The Lone Ranger (Q-Tip)* This is the Lone Ranger If you're one of the fortuante to purchase this A Tribe Called Quest, The Love Movement album You are privliged to witness the first in a series of attempts To rectify music from it's rectulness Again, this is the Lone Ranger with his first installment Money Maker Listen Colder in the winter And hotter in the summer Get on up Get on up Live your life right when you be corrupt Volcano about to erupt Get it up, Get it up, Get it up Got the motivating joints that keep your ass jumping Why when a nigga get on, you want something Yo I got the posinious traps for little rats that fiend In come the bedroom dream Kick it at a slow or at a quick tempo A ladies' disposition won't fuck with the mental I'm built for conflicts with chicks with issues I can lick the wounds bring ease with miss yous Bringin' all the pain and makin' things shiver The beat make you bite your nails and shit your liver And we gonna give a encore performance Haters seem doormant while my presence is enormous Tarnations, I went gold Streesed out with Faith but told cats to get a hold Who is the nigga who's mic is stronger Rock for an hour and he might rock longer Kid you're perplexed, seems I better get to gongin' The clean up man, hang you up like on and Don't step in the arena, that's a stern warning I'm the pops, I raise the sun like morning Seems you're still sleeping, hey, stop the yawning Open up the blinds and witness the dawning The new application and I'm the applier And I'm a set it off like fire Yeah yeah, that's where it's at Make it hot and phat and like Puff (I like that) Now I got to urge you on to move ahead Don't dread, 'cause I keep the stock in the shed And if you need a boost, then I got the jump Because we prone to make the party go bump bump bump bump bump bump bump Where you is, if you the baby daddy then uplift the kids Get back and plan, don't be on front flossin' Incognito, you heard the name quite often You dressed in black and been issued a coffin I thrive on this plain, you off to the lost one Like cayon pepper, it gets hot to the better From each little dash it get the whole smash It's tasty too, so satisfy your whole pallid Fake ID's are revoked, they're invalid Infractin' bodies out on the dance floor Is what I wanna see, not less but much more The lyrics just spewed, he got good reviews The kid made the news, how he left no clues On how he just murderlized the whole damn jam He just got results that's smiles and waved hands The mission could never be accomplished, however Until we bounce to a autumn where hot weather And still we'll be able to rock and rip crowds While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud If you with the Tribe, chest out and be proud Shake your money maker Shake your money maker Shake your money maker Shake it, shake it

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