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E-A-Ski lyrics

A Bag Of Chips

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(Intro: Boss Hogg) (*eating a bag of chips*) Shit, niggas is hungry in this motherfucker I'm talkin' about for a bag of chips youknowhatI'msayin' dog? I don't think you do Nigga I ain't talkin' bout Bruffells nigga I ain't talkin' about Pringles, Doritos or Freedos nigga I'm talkin' about a bag of chips, oh you don't know what I'm talkin' about? Yo Boss make it Hogg, run it down like dat there (CPO) I'm in this mode to gettin' a code - infra-red I bust legal presidents - preferrably dead I've examined my financal situation and found shit I'm incredibly grose, fuck it, it's goin' down I, investigate the blue prints of the plot To eliminate inferral incidents of me gettin' got Double check the plan it appears unflossed So without lettin' your Benz commence there's loads Jump in a ride, and it gets on to the designated Spot got the glock, cock 'em highly motivated Kick in the door, lettin' all the niggas try to flee You guess correct, this is a robbery Don't nothin' move the money as I engage in theft Stick the cash in the sack, exit stays left Um, police lookin' for the description who fits Fat black motherfucker with big ass bag of chips (Chorus: CPO) Now I'm just lettin' my point be made I simply gots ta, gots ta get paid The one and only guy that'll search the grain Don't stop, now until I gets a bag of chips Nigga, I'm just lettin' my point be made I simply gots ta, gots ta, gots ta get paid The one and only guy that'll search the grain Don't stop not until I gets a bag of chips (E-A-Ski) Ummmmhmmmm... I'm twistin' corners in the Beamer I'm dodgin' the police they want me fiendin' with Mr. Meaner And I'm lookin' for this bitch, I heard she got credit cards and shit Blank cheques and money orders, this bitch is gettin' rich Plus her niggas' gettin' ki's like a locksmith She's slippin' at the Fetti, tell her sore I grab my glock swift Meeked up around her neck and told that bitch to drive home Give up that credit cards, purse, gold and that mobile phone We get to crib this is on the alarm Open up that safe and I just might let you escape with no harm I lied, cause I beat that bitch badly with my pistol Got some ki's, some keys and I was in the wind like a whistle I kicked the Rockwilder and hopped the fence Then I signalled Gin, Cocktail, and torch that niggas resident And left my note on his six-hundred Benz Thanks for slippin' with my bag of chips, thanks for the ends

My Niggas

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
I ain't tryna shit on y'all niggas I don't want y'all to feel a way I'm just livin', my niggas Tryna make today a better day How can you not feel that, my nigga? I grew up in the 'jects around killers MAC-11s, TECs and 9 millis Welfare checks and wild dealers I'm just happy I made it out the slums, my nigga We scrambled over crumbs, my nigga Tried to get fly, to avoid bein' bums, my nigga It's rough where I'm from, my nigga Back block fakin', crack pot shakin' Welcome to the hood, my niggas It's never all good, my niggas They thought I'd be in jail They thought that I'd get high They thought that I would die, my niggas I looked inside my grandmother's eyes Promised her I would try, my niggas [Hook:] Y'all hatin', I'm like, "Why, my niggas?" I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas Barely gettin' by, my niggas Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas Tryna duck the 5, my niggas Out there on the grind, take a 9 for a dime Just tryna get mine, my nigga Lookin' back, I was out my mind How the fuck did I find time to try to write rhymes, my nigga? Crab niggas try to grab you down Know how hard it is to climb, my nigga? Let a nigga shine, my nigga I'm finna cop the coupe and I'm rippin' off the roof Whenever the sun shine, my nigga My nigga, we talkin' 'bout me Before the record deals, dealin', tryin' not to get a record Boy we got it crackin' on that hill Niggas cracked but I ain't squeal I've always been real, for the record Damn right I made it, you niggas gon' take it how you take it But no if/ands, all the bitches are butt naked You sittin' there hatin' I'm standin' here shakin' the dice, we out Vegas [Hook:] You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?" I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas Barely gettin' by, my niggas Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas Tryna duck the 5, my niggas New niggas try to give me dap, but I just duck the 5, my niggas When I was just startin', they was just watchin' Friendship, I can't justify, my niggas It's just us, yup, just me and my niggas Cups up, fucked up, we some wild niggas Y'all niggas is lame, it's a shame You change the way you look at things The things you look at'll start to change [Hook:] You blamin' me? Why, my niggas? You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?" I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas Barely gettin' by, my niggas Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas Tryna duck the 5, my niggas Tryna duck the 5, duck niggas

Ghetto 211

SILKK THE SHOCKER "The Shocker"
(feat. Master P) [Master P] We ain't got no money so me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck, niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto... Armed robbery [Silkk the Shocker] I got twin glock like Tamira and Tia Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C, when you see me bow down, address me a master like P My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card WHy you do what you do, because like times hard It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop) Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this Nigga T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit (TRU!) a gang of niggas that be down to ride on yo' set Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast, I smash, I'm up in your house [Chorus:] Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fuck if I murder another ghetto nigga Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fuck if I murder another ghetto nigga [Silkk the Shocker (Master P)] Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James P would you blast (Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast) if the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!) Hits them wit all between the seem (Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream) I'ma hit that nigga wit 21 (Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17) I got that K with the beam (Fuck it, I'ma get the cream) Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team Be like, 1 for the money (I be like 2 for the dope) be like 3 for all my cash (Nigga fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo') One eighty-seven that I peels caps (I murder!) Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em, how you gon' fuck wit niggas we real black (A ghetto robbery) an that's how we ride (On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde) [Chorus] [Master P] 1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday Ain't no love on this muthafuckin first of the month, it's yo' last day See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit fuck what you heard cuz, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny farm Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin Wanna take a ride, ride around the block, it's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my dick (Damn) Y'all niggas mad cuz I'm famous, it's time to ride, It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side [Chorus] [Master P] Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas Watch ya ass an trust nobody Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack but that's what I might do I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you gotta do Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy! But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, nigga Y'all think about it

What U Gonna Do

C-Murder "C-P-3.Com"
[C-Murder talking] Now what chu' niggas really gonna do if we come for you Huh, what chu' really gonna do niggas It's real out here [Ms. Peaches talking] Who's that sayin' they want to test C-Murder man Say, you don't know, he's original thug boy And he's a murderer [Hook: Ms. Peaches] What chu' gonna do when we come for you Cause ya niggas don't fuck with TRU Now we gotta play it raw my nigga Fuck the law my nigga, it's on my nigga What chu' gonna do when we come for you Cause ya niggas don't fuck with TRU Now we gotta play it raw my nigga Fuck the law my nigga, it's on my nigga [C-Murder] Play it raw, so raw, I'm in the car with a gar What chu' see is what chu' saw but chu' better play us par Cut cha' law and ya paw, my temper hot like tar I'm on the block posted up, with them things loaded up And if them people pull up and tell my boys to freeze Buckle up, knuckle up screamin' C-P-3 Gangsta, gangsta whodi, what cha' gonna do TRU shawty boy, I love them shawty girls too Cause cash rules everything around me I'm uptown, ghetto bound with my rounds G Slugged up, tatted up, Cut Boys don't give a what We roll with big trucks, whodi throw yo hood up [Hook] [Silkk the Shocker] Some dudes think it's bout rap, look it's bigger than that The real be up front, you fake dudes get in the back We got guns and believe me you can get it from that Gotta lot of money and mostly I ain't get it from rap You think it's a game cause we ain't jacked in a while I bust caps in the Y, funny that's why we crackin' a smile Glad to shut chu' up, cause that's too loud Don't mess with that file cause that's a while Still roll through the hood, Bentley with the top off Feel me, I'm not gon' stop so you can hop on Man we got bullets that skip playas and hit haters Slikk and C, No Limit known to get paper [Hook] [C-Murder] What chu' gonna do when we take that beef to far, yeah My click of hitmen will catch you in ya car, yeah Shoot out the window of a black Lex, so roll down When I slow down, they bout to go down, so put cha' holo-co down You about to catch a hollow from about no tomorrow With notes I wrote and my gats not borrowed So I'ma dump it after I dump in you, ya chump you I been TRU and plus you only seen what I done been through [Master P] Here we go again (What man) From the streets to the pen (That boy been to the pen) [C-Murder] Them boys is at it again (Sho') TRU Records came to represent (C-Murder) [Master P] No Limit No Limit [Hook with Master P ad-libs] [Ian Lewis to fade] We drink Cristal, enough Alize And our Lexus Jeeps, say must stay paid We party all night till the break of day TRU is our family and we here to stay We drink Cristal, enough Alize And our Lexus Jeeps, say must stay paid We party all night till the break of day TRU is our family and we here to stay Can't stop, can't stop, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Can't stop, can't stop, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you We drink Cristal, enough Alize And our Lexus Jeeps, say must stay paid We party all night till the break of day TRU is our family and we here to stay

Do What You Do

SCARFACE "My Homies"
(feat. B-Legit & Bushwick Bill) [B-Legit] I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need the lucho It ain't no in between such things as being neutral We shoot y'all, answering to me if it's needed Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it We bleed it, A-K spray and nine milla You fuckin with a killa for scrilla Money wanna deala Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice I one two, and slap the fuck outta you So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do You like to run shit Do what you do You fuck with powder bitch Hey yo, do what you do You turn dyke too Yeah, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too If you build a heist Yo, do what you do You like to talk the vice Do what you do Speakin on my crew Nigga, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too [Bushwick Bill] Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice One bitch said she like to eat pussy too She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do Bitch you like suckin dick Do what you do Homie, you like to eat pussy Do what you do Nigga you like bein broke Do what you do Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too Nigga you like stealin cars Do what you do Nigga you like bein 'hind bars Do what you do Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit Do what you do Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too

Work

ASAP MOB "Lord$ Never Worry"
[Verse 1:] A lot of niggas die, due to these streets A lot of mama's cry, due to this beef Purple kush got me high, don't wanna leave See my daddy in heaven, he be the realist G And your bitch I got her, she like my Tommy boxers Nigga I ain't no boxer, I let that Tommy box her Make 'Em Say Ugh, Silkk The Shocker Very rare Vesace's, I bet my silk will shock her [Hook:] Put in work, put them in the dirt Semi gon' squirt, damn he got murked Who got that work? He got that work She pop that pussy, she make it twerk Couple model bitches, thought I balled for the Lakers All they know is suck and fuck and speak a different language She like that cocaina, she sniff it off my banger She like to blow my nine, I think she's going brainless Put in work, put them in the dirt Semi gon' squirt, damn he got murked Who got that work, he got that work She pop that pussy, she make it twerk Couple model bitches, thought I balled for the Lakers All they know is suck and fuck and speak a diferent language She like that cocaina, sniff it off my banger She like to blow my nine, I think she's going brainless [Verse 2:] All my Dominican niggas, got me speaking spanglish Now that I'm rapping, I'm fucking different singers Celine Dion, Mariah Carey I got them Nick Cannon's, If you coming at me Couple of them skinny niggas, that be trigger happy Feel them candy girls, make them do the Laffy Taffy They pop a pill, then they pop a bullet Man, fucking with this nigga like playing Russian Roulette I ain't wanna pull it, but I had to do it I be out tomorrow, my lawyer's Jewish He work hard, he put in work He put in work, got these nigga's going bezerk Riding music, I see you riding to it Bang them over the head, pay him back for talking foolish Nigga, work hard, put in work Put in work, got these niggas going bezerk

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