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E-40 lyrics - Loyalty And Betrayal

Nigga Shit

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Straight nigga shit, nigga shit [Mack 10] I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin [B-Legit] I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours? We turn housewifes to everyday whores Send 'em up in stores with the false ID to get DVD's and big screen TV's Wanna be like me? I run from vice Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life Black black on the scratch, no tradin back 2000 'llac, can you fuck with that? Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko All strapped down with the roscoes [Chorus: E-40, B-Legit] [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit [B] Hard liquor beatch! [D-Shot] Here I come.. steppin out the Vader They call me D-Shot and I'm about my paper Been in this game since eighty-six One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick Y'all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-K Them true boss ballers that done paved the way I throw my Roley up in the air It cost me 25 K, do you think I care? I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems? The rap game's been good to me I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P. The lavish lifestyle that I live consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce We hit the studio and then bounce [Chorus] [E-40] See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper If you see me you would think I sold a million copy like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst One of 'em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purse Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch) Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig' See I'm a slick talkin boss playa full of straight mindgames and schemes Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file See if I can help cause she's livin in denial (bitch) You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?) Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes [Chorus] [Suga-T] I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony I'm a boss bitch botch Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit [sung] We're just some real ass niggaz We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary niggaz Our only motive is to get paid We're just some real ass niggaz We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary niggaz Our only motive is to get paid We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz {*ad libs to end*}

The Ripper Strikes Back

LL COOL J "10"
We just gon have some fun with hip hop A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats Oh yeah this is a Tunnel banger too Word up, Tunnel banger baby Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep The overlord of rap will never meet defeat Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga Held down my crown for a decade and a half Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson For some Affirmative Action [Chorus: repeat 4X] Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can! Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds Talk about my book you bought to read You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down Heard that convicted rapist on the record too Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you How to bust a nut or two (Yeah that's butta boo) You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF! Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord Talkin bout my first and second and third born Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to hire You're hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust Nigga in Todd we trust [Chorus] Now break it down for me ! See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's in hip-hop, word up, no bullshit Oh I ain't done yet You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track Where you at Smokin in some one room flat Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come back Never that, nigga my size is unlimited Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic Career be over next year, yeah I said it Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you need it First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it You said that same bullshit at House of Blues Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse That's you, yeah nigga I'm goin at you Stop basin', and you can be a role model too Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs Who's got solid gold Grammy's that say Todd while you dropped verses at niggas' proms Faggot, you better battle number two Cause number one, got his title locked down son The King of all rappers that ever graced the stage or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON (Damn L, we was only jokin) Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform your thought process, when my pen gets erect Warning, all MC's better retreat Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street Better run and get the Fugees Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son) Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga [Chorus] ' Now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah '

Mr. Sandman

METHOD MAN "Tical"
(feat. RZA, Inspector Deck, Street Thug) [Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry)] [bees buzzing] [man screaming in torture] This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) Serious, the craziest ... d-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-da Danger, dangerous... style [Verse One: RZA] Lyrical shots from the glock bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spot With the science, of a giant New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence Silence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed in Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden Others come with shit, as silly as Art Carney But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney Never need for stress there's three bags of sess a damn I rest, playing chess, yes My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn When you ain't lookin, I take the queen, with the rook then I get vexed, layin phat trax on Ampex Morphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple X Violent time, I got more love than valentines The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine [Verse Two: Inspector Deck] My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return Leavin mics with third-degree burns Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm Track em through the mud then I bag em We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls and I be raw, for four score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage like hail, electrifying the third rail Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit) [Verse Three: Method Man] Hot time, summer in the city My people represent, get busy The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchen I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen Enemy, is the industry got me flippin I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder cases Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis As I run a mile with a racist Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet Peace to the number seven Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) I don't know what's going on if you can take us there... [Verse Four: Street Thug] Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith Caution, niggaz best to be careful crossin the street, before they end up layin in a coffin Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however Peep this -- my nigga Case lives forever [Verse Five: Carlton Fisk] What evil lurks in the heart of men It be the shadow, street-life, flowin again I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure Only one kid would knock the hinges off the door The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec Just when I said, 'Where the fuck's the cream' Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16 He tried to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage (The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it Niggaz said, 'Carlton youse a ill motherfucker' Cause I made it look like they both killed each other And I'm out (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)

Don't Trust

JUICY J "Blue Dream & Lean 2"
Who I be? Juicy J One bitch won't do shit, I gotta fuck two a day Always 'bout gettin' paid Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away Blowin' money like weed smoke Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back On the block like a running back Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps These niggas beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes Seen the same bitch suckin' dick in the club for some Rosé Mo A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young nigga I got niggas that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger Once again, I be goin' in I be at these niggas necks like a violin Nigga fucked up, gotta go and try again 1-800-GET-RICH, broke nigga dial in Let me tell you people what a boss is You ain't rich if you still got broke friends Cause you know they still hate on a nigga Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river [Hook:] I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't get caught up though I pull them triggers Cause I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas How can a nigga trust any one of you clowns? When my own family let me down Everybody in this mothafucka, hands out Bullseye on a mothafucka's grands out Sore thumb swag, niggas know I stand out Pull up in the Casper, then the bitches ran out Neck shine like police lights Niggas lookin', say we hood light street life, beef's cookin' Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it Bitch fuck with my money, somebody gettin' killed Gotta watch these niggas, gotta watch these bitches I trust my chopper to watch my riches Sewed the game up like stitches Fuck snitches, you niggas comin' up short like midgets I try to keep the shit one thousand With the niggas who kept it one thousand I'ma hustle, fuck loungin' When I didn't have shit, you didn't come around then Thought she was my bitch, she was your bitch Her bitch, his bitch, a for sure bitch You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her These bitches love givin' head, love spendin' bread Sellin' pussy on the low, what you said? [Hook]

My Closest Roaddogz

2PAC "Until The End Of Time (Disc One)"
Me and my closest road dogz To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! [2Pac] Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night Murder murder Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus: sung] Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine? Even when I'm goin through hard times I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine [2Pac] Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me Even if I died now I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now? Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear Fill 'em up with pistol smoke Never forget to blow a hole in his head for leakin information to the feds The burnin bed was the tellin sign Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus] [2Pac] Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple Simon Says take they heads homies and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe To live and die as a millionaire, on .. Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz [Chorus - 2X]

Fuck What U Heard

THREE 6 MAFIA "Vol. 3 - Kings Of Memphis"
[DJ Paul talking] Yeah nigga this shit still goes on Punk motherfuckas, I want you to listen to every motherfucking word in this song bitch Cause this is directly to you hoe You motherfuckin' in the face ass Cross this nigga, fuck y'all This for you nigga, bitch [Hook:] Fuck what u heard, Fuck what u heard about me nigga [3x] Step up to these killas Feel the fuckin' trigger [Verse 1: Crunchy Blac] Fuck what you heard if ya ain't heard this That I roll wid a group ah niggas quick to throw fits Quick to go get, Quick to go rob him a bitch, Quick to go lay down some platinum hits I'm tired of you bitches go runnin' y'all mouth Talkin' about, we ain't really keepin' it South I put the gun in yo mouth, And blow ya motherfuckin' brains out Fuck what you heard and it just no doubt, nigga [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Niggas like to gossip like some bitches They down be round they bitches Cause they bitches groupie bitches And since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my dick, We throwin' hits, they throwin fits These bitches need to quit, They wanna be down wid it But these niggas won't admit it, They droppin' to they knees They beggin' please to be a 6, You niggas on my dirt, I smack you like a bird, Because you fulla sherm, And by the way, fuck what u heard boy [Hook (2x)] [Verse 3: DJ Paul] My nigga fuck it what u heard You need to find out the truth, Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof, Pounds, and silent spotted Nuthin' but tickets in my wallet All these hatas got me scopin' man They still can't stop it for sure, There's crosses all up in this shit Crosses all up in my click Got most of them crosses out But still I got a few to get Those who used to be wid me like, Hope that boy ahead and he fall Sick ah hearin' from they dogs, Man you need some beats from Paul Never happy keep on rappin' Tryna live as good as me Just bought my crib for a half a mil My life complete I guess that's why they dis-like And claim my shit, wouldn't twirk Tryna make them locals come above me But it didn't work, I got you bitches hot (hot) You hopin' that I stop (stop) I'm ten years in the game Wid out a fuckin' clock (clock) It's like I hear me And it's like I don't hear me I guess I get bad off in these streets While they bail off [Verse 4: Juicy J] I was born up in the ghetto streets Always learn to pack the heat Call me on my cellular phone If you want that work from me Cowards like to talk and plan Point some fingers say some names Nigga if you claim you buck Handle ya fuckin' business man I been rollin' from the start Always snatch a coward car Evergreen is where I'm from Sippin on the syrup we slum In the night we smoke and light At the club we start a fight When we pimpin' on yo bitch We show them golds and flash the ice [Hook ('til fade)]

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