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Brand Nubian lyrics - In God We Trust

Allah U Akbar

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Verse One: Sadat X This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof New York I got the grip, I told ya I told ya This means war, as if by Sister Souljah To think that the X would ever take a fall After gettin all of this, man you're crazy The only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy And I won't cause I work real hard Wake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets So all y'all been told, black youth essential From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential That the God, rocks real hard Verse Two: Lord Jamar God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R Says peace and Allah U Akbar Back like a motherfuckin head to crack Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see I ain't fallin, you can go call in All the king's horses and all the king's men Try to knock me off you never see another day again My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready And my scope with the laser beam steady So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck How could I kill a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten We're bound to win, cause God don't like ugly You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds they're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game We gettin wreck to your brain

Chrome Wheels

WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
[Hook: Madame D] Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob Digi) Sun Zeini (P. Sunn) 12 O'Clock Two On Da Road on this (12 O'Clock) I love my brother to death (That old hip-hop, catch this) (Hot Nix', you know Big tits) [12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest A bitch named Celeste I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check She had some big ass breasts I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck Remember Portland had Clyde Drex' Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash I move like days in a week Niggaz don't know the face and names on my teeth Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police [RZA] Yo, yo Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic And two niggaz hooked on pussy And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson Still cut class and played hookey Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks Big forehead, had ears like Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat [Raekwon] What up kid Stay livin Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen And you survived ninth innin The hood got us off the prop without women All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this [Madame D] Ain't nothin but the real, yeah Ain't nothin but the real Ain't nothin but the real, yeah Million dollar deals, rollin on Chrome Wheels [Prodical] Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Ain't nothin but the real) This one's on P. Sunn, word up Yeah, uh-huh We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life While the we rumble with the foul and trife Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice Made men think twice about the sacrifice Black on white, write it for the world to hear Write it for my fam who not here who do care Glance and stare, why when you can't compare From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare Bass and drums, see my face in the slums Pedia Brown, media surround my sound When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin, Who Dat Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that [Hook] [Madame D] Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital He's a gangsta, yeah No, no, no, no, no, no Live it up, live it up Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no [Hook] [Outro: Prodical *over Madame D's singing*] Bang us in ya Jeeps Shaolin! Bobby Digital Uh-huh, Sunn who Yeah Haha! Yeah! Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Shout in pain Uh-huh, yeah Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin

Da Ill Out

REDMAN "Muddy Waters"
[Erick Sermon] Yo Reggie, I'mout [Jamal] T-ree F Squad Muddy Waters Don't get it twisted... nigga [Redman] Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched Fuck such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques I beez that, freak of the week like I made Knee Deep Hold up! Rotate around the solar, badder than Cobra Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers I'm sauteein MC's with fried rice up in the wok without the MSG and chopped celery See, I made it, my flavor situated from the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated Plus, I'm thick like Quakers on papers Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases lettering, and the medicine, that I'm swallowin Get you hollerin, like Marvin Gaye when his father shot him in the chest, I roll with two stacks of Tecs And mad niggaz and sess that I roll up in your rest UHH! Mister Fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick When I'm blasted, my Method magics get drastic That you can't see with bifocals Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vander-bilt I'm poppin mad shit, plus I can back it Your man'll be like Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket [Keith Murray] It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can't win Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz Y'all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest And I copycat kill the rest, with no Method to my madness Plus the apparatus with the baddest Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin leech When you fall into my rhythm of speech Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew My directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master cast to the masses grabs the mic Ten dollar rappers, is what L.O.D. goes after To my Squad, there's no matches, we bashes Do photo flashes on all flavor S-classes Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back Tie you up, throw you in the act A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up [Jamal] Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the bassline It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down Now's the time here yeah [Erick Sermon] Clown where, pick a spot Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot [Jamal] Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin Playalistic, I mean is all that shit realistic Play your cards God, black keep your hand held tight Night fall might call your life, shit is trife on these evil streets after dark Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk New day, this whole shit's twisted (is it man) It's me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and Mally G open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G Hopin to ride in the, industry with E The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah) Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah) [Erick Sermon] Y'all know, uhh, yeah, Muddy Waters We out for nine-seven, word up, peace


Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks... [Eminem] 2 trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside (Repeat Refrain 1) [Female Voice] Ooooohhhhh! [Eminem] Guess who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back... I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to see Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya, a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker, then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital, by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating, when I'm rocking the table while he's operating you waited this long now stop debating, cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney, but your husbands heart problem's complicating So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits, and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits (Fuck YOU DEBBIE!) Chorus (X2) Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy, Cuz it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells bitch A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel so let me just revel an ask, the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass and it's a disaster such a catastrophe, for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing Attention Please , feel the tension soon as someone mentions me here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Chorus (2x) A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) there's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me Chorus (2x) Cho Hum dei dei la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la Hum dei la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la Kids!

Where I've Been All Day

featuring Dru Down Richie Rich E 40 Shock G Spice 1 Michael Marshall Intro Ha ha the remix (5 on it) We creepin in too baby We got five on that thing man We got uh Dru Down We got the LUNIZ (Shock G) Yeah Richie Rich E 40 Spice 1 Verse One: Dru Down You say you got five on my tenda You can bend a over the table But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable, Say, bruh? No elementary school ground plan, Not a five dollar bill, But five double zero on the real, feel I'm on the level, stair mellow, No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a high-speed But still don't tap the B.B.s I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby Verse Two: Knumskull Like Nyquil, I drop fever, So either put your five up, Or ya gots to leave it like Deva Cause see ya, Nigga perkin broke and smoke ya spliff all day Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, and 40's Cause +This is How We Do It+ like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigga is a gonna, Now I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma Verse Three: Richie Rich Put ya fi-ve with my fin, Best believe we'll bend Mo corners than you thought, To somethin writers bought More zig-zags believe that Tokin, where you from? Oakland Smokin In attempts to crack the chest plate, The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me An every event I'm sacked up, So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me Chorus: Michael Marshall I got five on it, Grab ya four, let's get keyed, I got five on it, Messin wit dat indo weed I got five on it, It's got me stuck and toed back, I got five on it, Potna, let's go half on a sack Verse Four: E-40 E-40 Why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen Fives gets slapped and rubbin them girls just a little bit of light weight Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and Northern Lights You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin my civil rights I'm startin to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, sprinkle me Verse Five: Yukmouth Me an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plus You let the lead bust, Ready to do a murda, man? Perved off the Hurricane, hurled again Witness we'll bein off two-fifths equal, Killing people like Jason, facin death every sequel (Insane in the membrane!) Bring the pain like Method Neglected, Smokin crips to the night to the brains for breakfast Cause for the in-do fins do the evil that men do, Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue Chorus Verse Six: Shock G Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town, Mess around heard young ginome said I've gotta be down Cause new styles is goin down, look around you Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you Back to get my O on, they let me flow on The thirty-five on it, Yeah, I'm on it, Still brinin satin for them draws Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause Verse Seven: Spice 1 Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane, Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock Sippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo Rollin up my window, fittin to go to the land, With a hand fulla brocoli, When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man Crutch nasty I be hittin the J so hard I hurl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain't no joke I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkk Chorus Outro Ha ha, wassup baby It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight You little short on some ends? Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

Can't Nobody Hold Me Down

(feat. Mase) [Puff] Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop [Verse One: Mase] Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right) Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop that) There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper Everbody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash) Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe) I'm through with bein a player and a baller Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette Got green never seen so you suck my jewels Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (that's right) Goodfellas, you know you can't touch us dudes [Puff] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Puff] We're tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah [Verse Two: Mase] Broken glass everywhere [glass shatters] if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care (that's right) I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I (Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah) Puff why try I'm a thug, I'ma die high I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby Though I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh) Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy (yeah) Or be at the bar with too much bubbly (c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (uhh) I'm like, 'Damn, how these niggaz got they trust Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife' Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me Or he got his Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree (Ahaha!) [Chorus: Mase, Puff Daddy] [Mase] Can't nobody take my pride [Puff] Uh-uh, uh-uh [Mase] Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no [Mase] I got to keep on movin [Verse Three: Mase] Quit that! (uh-huh) You a big cat (yeah) Where your chicks at (yeah) Where your whips at (where dey at) Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that Everything that's big dreams, I did that (that's right) Don't knock me cause you're boring I'm record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me cause their words just don't offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh) We spend cheese, in the West Indies Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black, and famous, with money hangin out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get (who) Bet against us (Not a sure bet) We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set (that's right) and got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet [Mase] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Mase] We're tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah [Mase] I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder [Mase] Why you wanna take us under [Puff] Why you wanna take us under [repeat 2X] [Chorus: repeat to fade]

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