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Black Rob lyrics - Mrs. Barry (Intro)

WHOA! (Extended Remix)

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WHOA! (Extended Remix) featuring Rah Digga, Lil' Cease, G-Dep, Da Brat, Beanie Sigel, Puff Daddy, Madd Rapper, Joe Hooker, Shyne, Godzilla [Black Rob] We gon' take this all around the world Yo, I'm 'bout ready to put y'all up on something else, man (Whatcha gon' put us up on, man?) Yo, this part two of the raw (We ain't never gonna stop) Okay, y'all know what this is The remix, you know what I mean? (Life Stories) Allright, anything ill you see it's WHOA! (I know that) Like for instance, Black Rob is WHOA! (Oh no doubt) And Bad Boy is WHOA! (No doubt) And that's it, man, word up [Rah Digga] Digga on a Black Rob track like WHOA! Brick City where we smack cops back like WHOA! My whole crew dime pieces in the Jeep like WHOA! Juicy lips, big tits, pussy deep like WHOA! Don't trip, on the mic I'm the bitch like WHOA! Be the illest when I spit, see my flicks like WHOA! Chicken heads wanna know where I shop like WHOA! Rah single knocking niggas out they socks like WHOA! Everywhere honey go, cats jock me like WHOA! Digga puttin' TVs on the cotties like WHOA! Rah first featured on The Score like WHOA! Whores tried to run up on my draws like WHOA! C'mon, Digga got smoke and I freaked the funk H-Town where they lean, ATL where they crunk like WHOA! Shouts to everybody I know High pro, nice toes, Rah shows, tight flows like WHOA! [Lil' Cease] Cease come through with the E-Pills like WHOA! A bunch of white hoes following like WHOA! They pulling my pants down, shit, I'm like WHOA! They giving me head now, we all like WHOA! She swallowed the whole dick, I'm like WHOA! The ass was thick, the back drop was like WHOA! Daddy, long stroke, give it to 'em like WHOA! Cease-a-lee bad with a phone like WHOA! My bitch blow silently like WHOA! Cock it back, squeeze one more time like WHOA! You wanna be B.I.G., nigga, picture that WHOA! I'm a friend, yo, nigga, right where you set it at WHOA! Your flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA! Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA! Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke 'dro Get dough, nice hoes, nice clothes like WHOA! [G-Dep] G-Dep spit fire like WHOA! (G-Dep, let's go) Bust two slugs through your tire like WHOA! Tyin' up the getaway driver like WHOA! Frontin' like you live, but we liver like WHOA! Gettin' electrified trying to touch it like WHOA! You reach wrong, might lose your arm like WHOA! Got the detanator in my palm like WHOA! 3-2-1 hit the bomb like WHOA! I'm a beast, born in the Belly like WHOA! Excursion, stolen perellies like WHOA! I don't think there's nothing y'all can tell me that's WHOA! So I'ma just wreck the show, get the dough like WHOA! Wait! Stop the tape! I live the fast life and I only stop for cake like WHOA! My niggas, get dough, get low, hit 'dro, hit hoes, spit flows like WHOA! [Da Brat] When the cuchie get wet, it's real juicy like WHOA! You fuck up my check, I'm calling Lucy like WHOA! I fell off in the club 20 deep like WHOA! Lit up about five blunts a piece like WHOA! When my new shit drop, it's gon' be like WHOA! When the 34-Bs fill up the bra they like WHOA! When niggas see the size of my tits they like WHOA! When the chrome rim shine on they neck they like WHOA! Ugh! I swallow on every finger like WHOA! Same bitch who said the goldier scent lingers like WHOA! Shit, what bitch is hotter, I'm most requested it like WHOA! I'm Unrestricted, mic perfected like WHOA! The bitch got jazzy, I had to slap her like (*immitating slapping sounds*) When niggaz ask me the rap for free I'm like WHOA! My niggaz, So So, Plat, Gold, Brat code, flyin' bigga, type clothes WHOA! [Beanie Sigel] Sigel came to set up shop, you gotta ROLL! Everytime I gotta step on the block, they like WHOA! Them young 'uns see the print of the glock be like WHOA! Everytime I'm spinning the block, they like WHOA! Niggas talk about Can I go? I'm like NO! I'm all about the dough, ain't got no time for no HOE! You catch me on the block on my ground wit' these HOES! Takin' nines up the nose straight FROZE! Got 'em coming back everytime like WHOA! I got 'em doing petty shit crimes like WHOA! They do anything for the niggas like WHOA! They know my shit fresh off the boat like WHOA! I grips the gat, hit your ass up, come thru in the truck slow like WHOA! My niggas get dough, get locked, get out, get low, get mo' like WHOA! [Black Rob] I hit to the scene in '95 like WHOA! (Romeo, Romeo) Broke like a motherfuckin' dog like WHOA! Robbin' niggaz cribs in Mid-Town like WHOA! Plus I'm on the run from my PO like WHOA! I remember spendin' shakes on the floor like WHOA! Takin' niggaz' numbers and we flip it like WHOA! Now y'all see the God on TV you like WHOA! Doin' my dance wit' PD like WHOA! Now I got the house and my whip it's like WHOA! Jewels, every other ice clear like WHOA! Shit, L.O.X. left and Ma$e retired like WHOA! So I threw the label on my back like WHOA! And more less, more so, I'll rip your torso I live the fast life, come through in a X-5 like WHOA! My niggas like dough, light dro', nitro, my flow, nice clothes like WHOA! [Puff Daddy] Yeah, uh uh, it ain't over yet, man You know how them...the DJs...y'all gotta... Spin it back around and start it from the top I ain't gonna make you do that on this remix We gon' keep it going We gon' give you a little taste of the WHOA! young guns Bad Boy baby We won't stop cuz we can't stop AAAAHHHH!! [Shyne] WHOA! Keep the stainless on my hip like WHOA! Shoulda seen the bitches tits like WHOA! Put it to your face for the cake like WHOA! Expert, six to your shirt like WHOA! Sin is a problem in Harlem like WHOA! Born in BK wit a dick like WHOA! Got wit BR, spit a bar like WHOA! D's on my back, spit the gats like WHOA! Had to cool off, smokin' Newport WHOA! Did the video that had the feds like WHOA! Blow off the heezy toilet weezy like WHOA! Sheezy G B so she easy like WHOA! Shit, God bless, for the dough, I pop the pussy Come through in a Volvo like WHOA! Flag roll, high clothes, high low, spit the bar like WHOA!? [Joe Hooker] I feel the dirty, feel the nozzle dirty North Carolina, I don't know shit WHOA! This shit be good too 'em like WHOA! Smoke fat bones and a pot of rice WHOA! I know I ain't right, but fuck it WHOA! Picture with a jacket change chump like WHOA! Chasin' with a half a water pipe like WHOA! Y'all keep actin' like y'all niggas can get it WHOA! Fuck around and hafta loose your balance like WHOA! Cuz I'll slap ya coochie fine, ya like WHOA! Man, let's get this nigga crunk like WHOA! And tear this fuckin' club up like WHOA! More or less, more or so, I'll kick your asshole I am the fast life come through in a dump truck like WHOA! My people like my flow, nice clothes like WHOA! [Madd Rapper] I really hate you fucking guys the Madd Rapper's like UGH! Ain't gotta fuckin' die, my shit happen they like UGH! I'm coming after yo' ice, gon' pull a heist, you like UGH! Cuz I'm the Family Court, my daughter mom, she needs UGH! Brooklyn niggas ride trains, we steal your chains you like UGH! I steal your mics and pull the plugs at your shows you like WHA! Your new Timbs, I'm steppin' all on your toes, you like WHA! I hittin' the nigga, spill my drink on your clothes you like WHA! I got a 20 in trash, I smoke a 'dro I'm like WHOA! And I'm bootleggin' your albums, I need the dough, you like WHA! I know you hearing my shit, y'all know my shit, I'm like WHOA! Well, my album quarter read', I'm fairly sick, I'm like WHOA! No sales, no plaques, no shows, no world tours I live a wack life so I'm trying to live yours I'm like WHOA! My niggas, Black Rob, Bad Boy, Crazy Cat, Madd Rapper That's that I'm like WHOA! [Puff Daddy] Bad Boy 2000 WHOA! We're baaaack We ain't never going to stop (Life Stories) Joe Hooker is like WHOA! Shot back is like WHOA! Black Rob is like WHOA! Alumni Bad Boy baby WHOA! M.A.F.I.A. Queen Bee WHOA! D-Dot Family WHOA! (This the remix y'all) Now we ain't never gon' stop WHOA! Bad Boy is like WHOA! We been like WHOA! for 10 years Just bounce

Be All You Can Be

Mac "Shell Shocked"
[Silkk] [Fiend] Yo, it's ya boy Silkk. Hey, hey. (?) Know what I'm sayin? I got Fiend and Mac in here. These soldiers, warriors Know what I'm sayin? And survivors know but We're in serious times. [Chorus - Fiend] I said all our soldiers in the streets Life ain't always guaranteed (There's no guarantee) Some of this aimed for you and me But it's a ghetto war So be all you can be [Fiend] That's why your big brother Fiend gon holler And I really meant, I don't wanna be here if I don't gotta Not tryin to discourage, a lotta But look in my eyes Even though we camouflaged I can't disguise the pain we got inside That's why I ride all night Smokin till I can't smoke no more Wanna forget some of the shit we saw With that old dirty four oh Wanna give money to the poor folk But got one eighty and one quarter Splitin that three ways That's between my momma, sister and her daughter [Chorus] X 2 [Mac] This life shit is way so serious Don't wanna question you Lord, but I'm so curious I sleep amongst killers I don't know who to trust I meet beucoup bitches and now it's cool to fuck I made it from nothin to havin little change Now niggas in my hood they look at me strange I live for the moment cuz I'm afraid of my future Don't let me die, oh Lord why I look myself in my eyes and I see why thugs cry Shell shocked, I get that from my pops And he told me keep it cocked, so I keep it cocked Life is but a dream and we all seein And if seein is believin, don't wake me up this evening Woah! [Chorus] X 2 [Silkk] All I know, is I don't wanna go But I don't wanna be here either If I gotta be here killin and sellin dope The world is a ghetto And I be wonderin if y'all could be feelin my pain Tryin to put it down the best way I know how When I'm gone y'all can remember my name If I die tomorrow, don't be sorry Let it be known I told the truth And never know what's gon happen when I'm done rappin Doin my song, in this booth And if I die, tell P he keeps my legacy alive My chance was slim And if it had to happen, let it be known I'm glad it happened to me, instead of them Now desperate times call for desperate measures Ain't no pleasure in killin Ain't no pleasure either in going without feedin for weeks Have you ever had that feeling? No guarantees, Lord please, can't bring back the past Can't buy time either, so I guess what's the use of havin cash? And look now, penitentiary's packed With niggas who had dreams to be rich Man spend a little bit, have a little something Dead men can't spend shit I'll trade some of this money for this pain Trade some of this money for this fame P nigga you think it's easy dog But it ain't cuz I been with you throughout this game [Mo B Dick] I thought we could flip keys together I thought we could make g's together Now I know what's going on I gotta make these dollars all night long I thought you saw the bigger picture How could you betray your closest nigga? How can I ever trust you again? Tell me, man [Silkk] Yo Fiend, yo Mac. It's real. Gotta be able to do it. So many niggas wanna see you fall dog. We gon ball y'all, for real.

First Light Of The Day

GETO BOYS "The Resurrection"
[Scarface] Step out on my corner with my box of rocks Drama covers my hood from blocks and blocks See my homie that I hang with Hit him up with the deuce thumb thang shit back then it came with the love and niggas wasnt trippin over scratch Cause we took turns and we both stacked stacks And if you had a customer you had him for life Cause Brad the true hustler granted you right Cause if you gonna pack leaves then you got to get along and he who disagrees then got to get him gone Cause if you start to get paid the niggas wanna flex and aint no squabbling these days some niggas brought the tech And when they find you they sending you to immortal ground and aint no coming back from that shit you going down Now you history with the quickness cause you was fuckin up the business Now what a way to end a friendship shouldve finished Cause aint no love for pause in this game Nigga I'm relentless leaving your moms in the pain If your ass had to get got then I got your ass Rude boy mishandled the stock so I popped your ass I'm so for doe that my mind flows in it for life That I'm down to let my mind go get it tonight No understanding when I'm hustling Because in life all I understood was hustling cause I was struggling Muscling anything in the way of me seeing first motherfuckin light of the day Chorus: repeat 2X My pockets aint hurting thats for certain You see a broke muthafucker it's a burden I'm the first muthafucker on the block for the cheese And I'm the last muthafucker to leave [Bushwick Bill] There was some niggas selling dope down the street I know You make a left they on the right third white house from the liquor store You can't miss it cause they be cappin Pretty cars in the yard Walkie talkies and security guards Them muthafuckers had money out the ass and it was evident By the way they dressed and flashed Meanwhile I'm on the outside looking in I got to get them mutha fuckers how can I win Three a.m. coming from the club caught the pussies Me and four niggas hiding in the bushes Jumped out like the jumpout boys with them glocks and gauges (whew) You should've saw them niggas faces Bitches get butt naked is what I ordered Open the door get on the floor they was slaughtered (they was slaughtered) Cause once inside we didn't need em We knew where the scratch was located six months before we raided And aint feel nothing for their family Cause in this life you take the bitter with the sweet or your gambling Nigga I'm busting anything in the way Of me seeing first muthafuckin light of the day Chorus 2X [Willie D] Now you can say what you want about my persona but don't let me hear you or I'm gon' freak you out like Madonna Sneak up on put my gat to your stomach squeeze the trigga So close them eyes cause youse a dead ass nigga Motherfuckers say I'm wrong because I feel this way but my environment taught me how to deal this way and if I kill this way then thats the way I got to go Cause everything you reap in life you got to sow But I don't care about the paid down the road from a fool I'm living for today but if tomorrow comes cool nigga If you think you want to meddle with this Bring your ass to the square and we can settle this shit I'm going pop pop pop til your head start swelling Pop pop pop till your ass start smelling You cried when your grandma died that was real But you aint got to cry no more you going to see her And newcomers get dealt with Cause you cant get paid if you aint part of my clique nigga I'm bustin anything in the way of me seeing first muthafuckin light of the day Chorus 4X

Hide 'n' Seek

E-40 "Federal"
[E-40] I'm in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff What should I do Where should go How could I fake 'em Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic 17th in a Malibu Chevy classic But I'm nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel Shit it's bright, I think I see some daylight Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right Fit the corners on two shoes, I'm holly G Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn't lagging Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon [Hook] You've never seen a bitch nigga run so fast [E-40] Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit Never saw, like you did in that movie clip Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain't bluffing I'm hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing Scared as fuck, I wasn't trying to act hard Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone's after me Please don't panic, I need your help drasticly I'm not a G, a killer, or a rapist I'm just a ordinary black man trying to make this Busting my bubble, the couple didn't even freak They said relax, I'll make some coffee, have a seat The man said, whats your name bro Shit I don't know, you might decide to call the po-po He said that ain't my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang Shot twice in my chest I got wounds, where I've been stabbed He took off his shirt and showed my his scab I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that Like that there without going into a coma He said the Lord spared my life So I could talk to people like you and teach them right I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter All together working from the floor I said I better twist so I can call her Now I'm reached from coast to coast Said to saved from the holy ghost I know you think your trapping But let me pray for you junior and see what happens


The moon hung like a shadow on a rung over Shanghai And the soldier boys were returning home screaming 'Bonzai!' And the kids are still playing their games, Getting hustled and rustled out in the rain As I sat inside listening to the broadcast. Oh save my soul sweet rock and roll 'cuz I'm sinking fast. And then the band played. (Out of nowhere) (Everybody) (Everybody) Well now the legendary chaplain of the fighting 51st Was getting ready to go. I said 'Padre do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango?' He said 'You can try Linda Lee; Around the corner and across the sea. Oh word is out, word is out she's fast.' Oh blow me down now Linda, 'cuz I'm sinking fast. Yes and them cats are sure getting fat down in the trainyard. And the sandman brings them dreams they ship out in boxcars. The union says hold; break out the dice, break out the gold. It's lunchtime at last. And old big mama said George Raff's tonight on the late show. She sits straddling the kitchen chair really gung-ho She shivers with chills, wet with slotcar thrills Hypnotically lost in the glass And we all sighed... With the sunrise As we watched the credits pass. And the little blue dot went away. And then the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over sleepytown And garbage truck Big Lenny's out drinking the last round He hurriedly sipped his beer, and poking fun of the queer And threatened to kick his ass. And the bell rang And the horn blows And he's outside pumping gas But things were moving so slow tonight So the kid goes back inside the station And turns on the radio to his local AM station And the band played Right on the radio It's on the radio And he listened to the bass line And the boys in the band sang Whoa, whoa whoa-wo Whoa, whoa whoa-wo (They're so excited about it) Whoa, whoa whoa-wo (Everybody alright) Whoa, whoa whoa-wo (And the band played) Whoa, whoa whoa-wo (and the band played) Whoa, whoa whoa-wo (Everybody) Whoa, whoa whoa-wo


Capone-N-Noreaga/Noreaga/N.O.R.E. "The War Report"
Intro: From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulation CNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha! Chorus: 2x T-O-N-Y invade N.Y. multiply, kill a cop, me and you, you got beef, I got beef Noriega: Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly I was the man who was supposed to be the head of the click lip sealed, no nigga snitch do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi shoot up your block and make you know me you aint ready yet, slow down and recollect stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten on a mission, shoot your back out position found missing, 2-5 deep in prison kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian so fuck you, plus your weak religion in disguise, nowdays I cut prize the invincible, untouchable CNN is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen channel 10, we break ten, win again kid you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo far from the sun, cant feel the shit that I do I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too Chorus 2x Capone: I did it for the love of cash your honor traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin', marijuana and my persona, glitters in gold unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold cash and hydro, eyes low looking Phillipine, divide dough and regulate, empire stare caked up raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up what., shining, designer lex pearl lining the finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin' roundtable climbin to the Top Of New York won't stop, until we get dropped from New York price of coke rise j snatch my enterprise a million more, rookie cops thinking they live we survive, game tight like virgin nappy feds on our back, tracin tracks to murder pappy Tragedy: 2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline Noriega blast with nines move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker I told you fools to stop fuckin with the Maqi arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace this war's mega, with the arm legga legga been doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormega gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin' and got blown in Central Booking I'm mad iller, organized thug killer now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla officially, Mousallini, punk he me insanity, temporarily my plea and the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free to my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a G crime side of life, foul price to pay illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray when the flesh dry up and the world decay reach heaven in a pearly white ACURAy but until then, I'ma shine to the last sin resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again chorus 2x

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