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Big Daddy Kane lyrics - Veteranz Day

Definitely

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In this corner, representin' BK, NY Who, come again , I That you can't deny For the while I stayed, laid back in the shade Just like a silhouette, however still a threat Once again, I return just to get my groove on Bag somethin' that's a size 7/8 and move on It be nothin' but dime girls I sport Only time I hit a 3 be on the basketball court What you thought, the wrath was about to end Nah baby, never that because I'm out to win So what if he came back , he ain't even hittin' though So why you standin' there with yo' nails bitten low MC's tremblin', I plead innocent But then again, things can get menacin' Ladies and Gentlemen it's the world renown Come on ya'll let's get down, Dark Gable's in town Chorus Put your hands up high if you testify Are you wit' me (Definitely) Cause I give it all I got when I rock the spot Are you wit' me (Definitely) Ain't gon' be no looking tight, we gon' party tonight Are you wit' me (Definitely) One hundred percent proof, help me raise the roof Are you wit' me (Definitely) Verse 2 It's somethin' ‘bout that Kane that I just ain't buying How can his rap be solid when his flow is liquefying He keep it on beat, plus he keep it street Plus he keep it sweet, I mean his shit be complete Thank you love that's right keep it real for me As I run it down to you all skillfully Because it ain't hard to tell who's the liver one Got ‘em all shooken like Allen Iverson See, you talking now but you ain't sayin nothin' I keep you listeners hittin' the rewind button You thinkin', maybe I'm the one to bring it to But, I don't think that's the wise thing to do Another casualty with the audacity, thinkin' that he can last with me Fast to see how I massively, drop skills gradually Hold it down like gravity, naturally Chorus Verse 3 I come wit' the flows that go down like water Some of y'all just ain't got your game in order Hmn, looks to me as though you're simpin' Playa hata's that's attemptin', to be the grinch that stole pimpin' I cram to, understand you, what's your angle You don't want to tangle Actin' all brand new Nothin' that them can do, when I roll up like bamboo And dismantle, handle, everyone I ran through Baby, you can count on me, a sure thing I be all inside your hood, just like a drawstring The wack, I restrict ‘em, rhymes I kick ‘em Girls I just stick ‘em, whose my next victim Thinkin' you was ballin', now I'm callin Yo' bluff(Uh huh), sho nuff (Well alright) Who you came out to see in the place to be The ebony black ice, who that be (Yours truly) Chorus

I Know The Rule

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
Verse one I blow'em over wit the club scene try don for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs that love green one step behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam against all odds get cha Benz or rocks me and kada go against all fog dog from jeerz infotrate all herds my last words who gone blast and serve they told me never say never but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace

I Know The Rule

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
Verse one I blow'em over wit the club scene try don, for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs, that love green, one step behind Hussin, dogs the don, me and I'm well bomb on ya kind, like Vietnam against all odds, get cha Benz or rocks me and kada, go against all fog dog from jeerz, infotrate all herds my last words, who gone blast and serve they told me never say never, but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace

Hot This Year

Kid Capri "Soundtrack to the Streets"
featuring KRS One Chorus/Intro: KRS One (Kid Capri) Do or die *echoes* (They know know what I mean?) Bring your clique come on Do or die *echoes* Bring your clique bring your clique (Do or die *echoes*) Bring your clique bring your clique (come on) [KRS One] Yo yo; I flash knowlegde not scandal Watch me dismantle your handle lyrics like candles They burn on waxes in your sandle Microphone Vandal, KRS-One'll make em scamble When they gamble, I tear them like flannel You wanna battle? You'se a dreamer I put up my Benz, you put up your Beamer I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin with your beaper Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers You'll have no sound; while I'll be uptown in your Adidas Don't mess with Teachers we pray for peepers We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that Fair and square, don't even stare too long Or dare the wrong, I'm there and gone With a ?really simple? sing-a-long Chorus: Kid Capri and KRS [Kid] Do or die, I'm sayin its you and I [K K] Bring your clique, bring your clique *repeat 3X* [KRS] Yo, yo Kid Capri is the dopest Open up the door, let me come in the place Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face Just a little taste, yo I'm kinda nuts like Planters The haters save your money cause this album is bananas! I'm flashin just a little style, for a little while Been flowin like the Nile from when you was just a child Now its ninety-eight, and I will not hesitate You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight! Your lightweight, I devistate on the equal races No I'm not a racist, but no race could really face this I hate this, no I don't, You'll face Kris, no you won't You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope Like a billy goat, I ram your set like BLAOW! Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground Boogie-Down, let me make one thing clear BX, baby this is our year Try here and die here, superfly here As I threw my spear near, think what to do my dear I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing Still blazin, played the low on occasion [Kid Capri] We make hotter, JOHN BLAZE You niggas rockin in the WRONG WAYS I make your head knock while the SONG PLAYS Kid Capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald Let's make it happen, me and you rappin Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at Its all good but your rap style seems to be common If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin Chorus [KRS-One] South Bronx! I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor So I slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja I'm all up in your white blood My style is devestatin, your renovatin like HUD What, you expect when I'm on the set Don't forget, I'm givin in cash and wreck You still ain't ready yet, better yet When I connect all y'all hit the deck! Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me But don't worry, hurry in the clubs I get wit em Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium Only sucker MC's be like Kris got some ish with him Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him? Chorus

Friends

AMY GRANT
Packing up the dreams God planted In the fertile soil of you Can't believe the hopes He's granted Means a chapter in your life is through But we'll keep you close as always It won't even seem you've gone 'Cause our hearts in big and small ways Will keep the love that keeps us strong Chorus: And friends are friends forever If the Lord's the Lord of them And a friend will not say never 'Cause the welcome will not end Though it's hard to let you go In the Father's hands we know That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends With the faith and love God's given Springing from the faith we know We will pray the joy you live in Is the strength that now you show But we'll keep you close as always It won't even seem you've gone 'Cause our hearts in big and small ways Will keep the love that keeps us strong Chorus Chorus

Getto Star

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
[Tame One] Wait'll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background Stop stressin from the chest up, we messed up off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch Situation like this, you get blown to bits Fuckin with this Brick lyricist, more complex than the Pyramids Here it is, Strictly Biz like small print In between them bong hits, we drop the strong shit Chickenheads say, Who him? with fucked up Timb's Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man Don't give a fuck like Rodman ( What are you doing? ) With no rings like Patrick Ewing ( What? ) still I play hard regardless Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis Chorus: Fatal Hussein Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over (repeat 2X) [Fatal Hussein] When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics My shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolates Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit on some evil eye ready to die shit This Thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot Chorus [Fatal Hussein] We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the ave Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted Now run it, I got this fuckin drug spot where I want it So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got shit to do Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal [Tame One] Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out for what you clock for -- got more than you expected When I inject correct shit, it gets hectic Fuckin comin up with that next shit, Thug niggaz and bugged niggaz Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches Chorus

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