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DJ Clue lyrics - The Professional


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[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox] This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) [Drag On] They call me Drag On its time to bomb I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks I'ma hurt'em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus x2 [DMX] My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll! [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides Kiss take a piss in the bottle of Cris Then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to fine coke and write one time [Styles] Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out, till I pop up appear in your house Clearing it out, holiday style Everybody acting violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move, kill me my man kill you That's how you lose, I bust ryde I don't like this slide felt that I slipped Then the guns only helping the clip And the clip's only helping my hand And like who the fuck is helping your man When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hear the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out the dodge [Eve] Guess you figure that my niggas Flippers pulling triggers Lose team crowd around, trying to flick a picture, get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor Blond bomb shell pyramel, heavy spender Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stick it in wise guys they thugs and bullshitas Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga Chorus x2 [DMX] Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard Leave ya'll niggaz scarred Fucking with the dog when you fucking with the god Rip ya'll niggaz arm, Faggot nigga saw Remember me from up north, I had you scared to cough My name is ringing bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it so the mic is just the fun of it Had a sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the end of it Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop But cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked It's not a game or a joke to the name that gets smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit'em all up to the coat, now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

Brain Damage

EMINEM "Slim Shady EP"
[Doctor] Scalpel [Nurse] Here [Doctor] Sponge [Nurse] Here [Doctor] Wait.. he's convulsing, he's convulsing! [Nurse] Ah! [Doctor] We're gonna have to shock him! [Nurse] Oh my! Oh my God! [Doctor] We're gonna have to shock him! [Nurse] Oh my God! [Eminem] These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts, 'Nurse we're losin him, check the pulse!' A kid who refused to respect adults Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose A corny lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me And I might snap, one day just like that I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack (Whosssssh) My first day in junior high, this kid said, 'It's you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die' I looked at my watch it was one twenty 'I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?!?' He said, 'Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse...' My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Something told me, 'Try to fake a stomach ache it works' I screamed, 'Owww! My appendix feels like they could burst! Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!' [N] 'What's the matter?' [E] 'I don't know, my leg, it hurts!' [N] 'Leg?!? I thought you said it was your tummy?!?' [E] 'Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!' [N] 'Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over. And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework.' [E] 'But don't you wanna give me after school detention?' [N] 'Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him.' Chorus: repeat 2X Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go they keep playin my song [Eminem] Brain damage.. Way before my baby daughter Hailey I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes so everyday he'd shove me in the lockers One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin And had me in the position to beat me into submission He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose, Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat I tried to plead and tell him, 'We shouldn't beef' But he just wouldn't leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn't breathe He looked at me and said, 'You gonna die honkey!' The principal walked in (What's going on in here?) and started helpin him stomp me I made them think they beat me to death Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms, and foreign tools 'This is for every time you took my orange juice, or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk. Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt. I'm gettin you back bully! Now once and for good.' I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot.. .. Made it home, later that same day Started reading a comic, and suddenly everything became gray I couldn't even see what I was tryin to read I went deaf, and my left ear started to bleed My mother started screamin, 'What are you on, drugs?!? Look at you, you're gettin blood all over my rug!' (Sorry!) She beat me over the head with the remote control opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull I picked it up and screamed, 'Look bitch, what have you done?!?' [M] 'Oh my God, I'm sorry son' [E] 'Shut up you cunt!' I said, 'Fuck it!' Took it and stuck it back up in my head then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck Chorus [Eminem] Brain damage.. It's brain damage.. I got brain damage.. It's brain damage.. It's probably brain damage.. It's brain damage.. Brain damage.. I got brain damage..


ATMOSPHERE "SouthSiders"
I highly doubt that y'all think about sex Anywhere near as often as I think about death Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs But don't wake the baby up, we got a lot to get done That little light indicates a connection And if it's all the same I'd like to make a suggestion See, if everybody on this comet agreed We could set the clock to whenever we want it to be I just might just modify the mileage I don't know much, but I'm confident the fight's fixed So high that I feel like a pilot Falling out the sky full of brilliant brightness Hurry up, stir me up You gotta learn the words before the whole Earth burning, but We wouldn't even need to recognize your birthday If you were the center of the universe in the first place If I had feathers I would fly away If I felt fresher in fur I would hibernate If I ever figured out how to communicate Maybe then we could accumulate For now face the wall, I ain't the same as y'all A real friend wouldn't make you take the fall Sometimes life'll try to break your balls With the long list of missed wakeup calls You know I wanna feel special Walk around the festival carrying a big stuffed animal I try not to make a mess though Gotta stay sensible, ain't nobody coming with the antidote I wanna watch you grow And I wanna leave the planet better off than it was handed to me And I don't know, there's possibility So I settle for selling my soul to the slaves of the land of the free I don't wanna leave my family tree behind I don't anyone to miss me like I miss you But I don't wanna take up too much time I'm not trying to run away from the line we drew The sunshine seems to feel so seamless The soldier is a dreamer and a realist And history sealed this Thought me that a hero ain't nothing but a field trip Nah, I know you're down to do something profound Put a stick in the ground to prove you was around No amount of time will ever be considered enough I'm trying to tether it up and live forever through love We're not lucky, but we're fortunate I'm pretty sure of it And all the life we wasted trying to make some bread Might've been better spent trying to raise the dead

Do Dat

Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh) Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu) You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on, Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one. Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E Big body be for your CD on ya DVD For ya T.V in ya head beats In ya back seat (Haha) Yall think I'm mean Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout How you the drug game sewed up and locked down John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it You should be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club You got so many guns Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed I got two more verses for (huh) this ain't just to an individual person These questions here for all of ya (Hook x1) I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat (DO DAT) I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do dat (DO DAT) (Chorus x2) Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis And they start to finding out what what rappin really is Now that you know what the song about Yall probably cussin me out You gonna listen to it anyhow Lets talk about somebody Eskimo Rentin they jewelry from Jacob And don't let me know You got a platinum piece But your chain is plain right gone(?) After the video it gotsta go back to the sto' That's Crazy Talkin bout some shit you don't own Oughta be ashamed of yourself Yo don't they call that frontin holmes? You ain't Jigga, Nigga Nor can you spin like puff And got a cash money deal So what's your big willy talk for? I get so excited man Your track got me leapin Then you start rhyming and *Yawn* I get sleepy (Chorus x1) (Hook x1) It's a sad situation Record name buggin out Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about Whoa Yeah that's crazy And you think about it baby Only thing that changed in yo rhyme Was ya day “2000' Oh that shit is hot Put that on the album You heard it with my man Kick that shit (??) Loud and proud Nigga swear he be throwin down Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right No more muthafuckin sound alikes Sounded like (Mobb Deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (B.I.G.!) And we don't need no more please! (Chorus x1 & 1/2)

Dead Presidents (Part 1)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
[Ja -Z] Rock on Roc-A-Fella y'all [Chorus][Nas] Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x2] I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me [Ja -Z] Well I was fit that wonderama shit me and my conglomerate share remain anonymous caught up in the finest shit live out by dreams until my heart get vowed and while we crave you know exactly what the shits about fuck y'all mean handlin' since a teen I dish out like the point got off your favorite team without doubt my life ain't rosy but I roll with it my mind was fine till the dough hit it and told me that the mo' did it and now it's closer shit and so I said it I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin' watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggaz be knockin', tryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get part in shit on me boy we got me pins and needles and my cerebral be's the wickedess evil thoughts that this boughter feed you feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that got the city drinkin' Crystal raise up the fee rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me my rise the riches surprise the bitches think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Cotter G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up All rhymers forget like altimers small timers I said it I'm adressin' all drama torture [Chorus][Nas] I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x3] I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me [Repeat x1] [Ja -Z] So sick of niggaz I want money like Cosby who wouldn't It's this kind of talk that make me think you probably ain't got no pudding niggaz got them kinda dreams from jet you in the streets nigga make your move get your get your mail niggaz are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail niggaz are roast the L. but scared to throw your toast well I'am here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell It's heaven been in tell niggaz One day your cruisin' in ya seven Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies Alabuys ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the rico, they repo, the re-he-ico Everything was all good just a week ago Bout to start bitchin' ain't you Ready to start snitchin' ain't you I forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars Hunnies that shake they ass at bars You know you wouldn't be involded With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's East-coast parties, west-coast cap peelers Little monkey niggaz turn gorilla's Stoped in the station filled up on noctane And now they not sane, and not playin' That goes without sayin' Slangin' day in and day out With money playin' then they play you out Tryin' to escape my own mind Lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite With presidencies you know [Chorus][Nas] Dead Presidents to represent me [x4] I'm our for presidents to represent me [x7] I'm our for Dead Presidents to represent me

Survivin The Drought

TRICK DADDY "Thugs Are Us"
[Verse 1: Deuce Poppi] Last year was a great year, ask the click But this year was scarred down to our last half of brick Trying to survive in the drought wher it aint no blow It aint no piece yo it aint no dough Yo 95 south sun roof moon light Po-pos tight down before the turnpike The last lick went sour feds jammed the blow But like a weather man its a light chance of snow Lay low at the bottom at the tell Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cell Cause my Haitian cartell they always work They even had shit when the Cubans were hurt My Nigga hit back he aint got no dope He said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boat He said the feds in Texas they out of control Knocking off major bricks with the border patrol A nigga couldnt rap long cause the phones they be wired up I be god damned the whole east coast dried up A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base Ridind round with the block fed in the brief case (chorus) Surviving in the drought where it aint no blow It aint no piece yo it aint no dough It aint no bricks no chips no food So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do (repeat 2x) [Verse 2: Deuce Poppi] In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill Slang him a asprin or a vitamin pill In the drought niggas panic when that money stop Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock Watcha a nigga get got Now he wanna hit pop He wanna brain wrestle he dont know I got my shit cocked Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tack Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back A player fucked up till that drought go down A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come round (Im stuck a player fucked up now im finna come back up) Its back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded The base heads happy and my workers show love it M y dog hit the lick about two hundred birds Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is calling Im back to slanging Whole chickens popping cases and balling I got to put the team on so Im looking them up RJ he the chef He be cooking them up While Im whipping em flipping breaking em down With the straight razor chipping em We got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball Jumping for that how high this year gone cost yall Since we the only niggas wit it Its the lick of a life time Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line This time Im gone sit on me bout ten Cause you never know when that drought coming again Surviving in the drought, Surviving in the drought (chorus) repeat 2 x

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