Extra Prolific lyrics - Like It Should Be

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[Featuring Pep Love] Snupe: Hands upon my ears while my peers laugh at the last song but stop chuckleing this is new and now the past is gone now who can kick a flow better than this veterans try pulling away never will you leave I getum with this and hitum with this me'n'Pep see'n reps be'n kept written in lists of gold call upon your forces I force this to your memory so switcha cause niggaz getting took like a picture developin swell open your mind as I kick another funky one I cum on back more times than a porno flick my style is sweeter than Richard Simmons but still got women lime to a lemon lemon to a lime Pastor Snupe yeah you know I'm slick control your girl cause she's rideing all over my. . . genitals men with those on the shrink get no play I think but I would'nt know and I could'nt go out like a dike mic check is it clear fear nothing bluffing never ever severed to the rear no one can do this like I can (now why is that?) cause me'n' Pep we do it grand. . . [CHORUS:] Go back to school when your summer time's over Go back to school when your summer time is done [REPEAT] Pep love: I'm brilliant chill wit the niggaz that are massive ask Cas if you didnt know your slow like mollasses I'm fast wit the gas hit the grass indica gives a blast it's the last Mister Mean or is he pleasant as a rose to the hoes a future to the present buda bie bie I fly heads like phesant when I bust I must destrength never lack luster black whats the mack up to next I'm vexed I use a bat to flex if I gotta gat I'll buck you dangerous your brain is clutched game is touched now everybody need to explain to us the ways that they been plaigerisen way that I've been stylin get off Snupe's dick or I'll be forced to go buckwhyl- in a minute or two I'm in it but you are about to be finished cause once again its my crew who's a looser snoozer on the Shamen 'n' Snupe groups be on the charlie and ooh, we get the job done slob on my Knob one time phuck the cops you don't stop the crime and I'm out!

This Is What It Sounds Like (Worldwind)

Black Moon "War Zone"
featuring Busta Rhymes [Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official [Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess [Busta R.] Each and every time (Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga? (Y'all niggaz chillin?) The Sun don't chill nigga [Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggaz Listen to this right here motherfucker what? [Buckshot] Knahmsayin, shit be kinda close Hittin you up with some real shit, feel this nigga [Buckshot] Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose of TNT, niggaz ain't believe in me? I'm comin back for all them niggaz who be thievin me I'm incredible, also edible Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin ya and drop-toppin ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali All my Outlawz form a rally and we _Bomb First_ nigga Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hestitate and cut yoour blood supply short The bloodsport, the motherfuckin onslaught [CHORUS] - Busta Rhymes Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all niggaz got caught Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts Feel the pressure burn a nigga like a Newport! [Buckshot] Comin for you I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit A lot of fake niggaz, frontin in the game with a little record deal but still drive the same whip Damn shame ain't it? The vision that they show you in they videos'll make you think them niggaz moved out the ghetto Oh? Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin to stay But shit, at the same time I ain't tryin to run away A lot of family is left behind A lot of my niggaz is left to grind, some still do crime Some do time, but, no matter what None of my niggaz keep an empty shell inside the nine Cockback, fuckin up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react Smoke a phat one listen to Buck and get black As a matter of fact Even if you don't smoke you can feel the contact [CHORUS] [Buckshot] Comin for you Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact it sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat shit You lack shit, nigga track this Record this, oh my lord this is the warnin sign for y'all B.D. wann ball; is you feelin me? Let me know somethin And if you see me lookin sober, let me smoke somethin Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely Nice to see, that nigga Buck..shot .. rappin Fuck it, I'ma make it happen All my niggaz stick to gunclappin, don't change From my street niggaz up to my nigga Starang Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga? It's your fault you got caught in the rain, nigga [CHORUS]

Showdown

Black Moon "War Zone"
featuring Busta Rhymes [Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official [Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess [Busta R.] Each and every time (Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga? (Y'all niggaz chillin?) The Sun don't chill nigga [Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggaz Listen to this right here motherfucker what? [Buckshot] Knahmsayin, shit be kinda close Hittin you up with some real shit, feel this nigga [Buckshot] Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose of TNT, niggaz ain't believe in me? I'm comin back for all them niggaz who be thievin me I'm incredible, also edible Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin ya and drop-toppin ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali All my Outlawz form a rally and we _Bomb First_ nigga Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hestitate and cut yoour blood supply short The bloodsport, the motherfuckin onslaught [CHORUS] - Busta Rhymes Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all niggaz got caught Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts Feel the pressure burn a nigga like a Newport! [Buckshot] Comin for you I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit A lot of fake niggaz, frontin in the game with a little record deal but still drive the same whip Damn shame ain't it? The vision that they show you in they videos'll make you think them niggaz moved out the ghetto Oh? Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin to stay But shit, at the same time I ain't tryin to run away A lot of family is left behind A lot of my niggaz is left to grind, some still do crime Some do time, but, no matter what None of my niggaz keep an empty shell inside the nine Cockback, fuckin up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react Smoke a phat one listen to Buck and get black As a matter of fact Even if you don't smoke you can feel the contact [CHORUS] [Buckshot] Comin for you Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact it sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat shit You lack shit, nigga track this Record this, oh my lord this is the warnin sign for y'all B.D. wann ball; is you feelin me? Let me know somethin And if you see me lookin sober, let me smoke somethin Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely Nice to see, that nigga Buck..shot .. rappin Fuck it, I'ma make it happen All my niggaz stick to gunclappin, don't change From my street niggaz up to my nigga Starang Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga? It's your fault you got caught in the rain, nigga [CHORUS]

Hood In Me

THE JACKA
I-pod in my ride Ain't no headsets Your girl in the front seat givin me head sex My nigs in the backseat yellin out he's next We be in the pjects eatin like trex Smokin kush heavy Never seen no sets Till I left the west the greatest alive But u ain't seen my best I ain't reach my gold yet But you still upset You know my face niga You know my silloutte You know why I'm here The real niga's champ The real world love the j cause I'm born to rap He got a punch line or two but he ain't for jac When I was poor nigas left me hanging like a bat Only got it night time with a jawfull of crack Crack spittage and all Go hard at the trap drug dealer fa sho And how I carry myself is really starting to show So I married the life, keep the shit on the low Know what I'm sayin [Chorus:] It feel good to me Maybe it's the hood in me Maybe I should leave it alone Maybe I should give it away Clearly it's what's making me strong Clearly it's what's makin me stay Livin life in the cadillac drinkin purple sippin yak Caught up in this life got this rap shit on my back If you see my life yeah crown ya boy for living that Brought up in a house full of mice and them insects Seen it all done it all cutty I've been that Niga that you see add jack to your friends list Never get enough of me I was sent here to lead Bukin the hard times Follow allah times I'm ready to die tryin I was in the range steady dreamin the blood flyin They say they better than jac them nigas lyin They wish they was high as I am All the time hatin on me Boy they never shine [Chorus] 100 racks gotta nigga feelin amped as fuck Smackin messy marv smokin like "that's whatsup" Wasn't at the liquor store holdin it up Made em gimme all they scrill then I opened his guts I was thinkin bout my kids they future n growin up I was thinking bout the years for court I'm never showing up I'll never see my nigas again I'm on the grind It ain't never been easy is what they tell me It'll never be either Smokin tree to take a breather With the felons We hella deep but we ain't chillin Everybody sellin d and it's all in front of children Shoot outs everyday chips fallin from my building At the same time it's the place that I live in So I send my grace for everytaste when I'm eatin The streets got me fresh mother fuckers think I'm cheating I'm a king who ain't never been beatin of all time I suggest you fall back close your eyes and relax Before you leave the scrape with your brains in your lap [Chorus]

Distant Wilderness

GOODIE MOB "Still Standing"
[T-Mo] Why is it you fail, to see a man in the same hour, that his kin come grinnin In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come up from the ashes that defy your lift, listen up Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks Stone-walker, the side-walker, watches loose lips, Wall Street Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20 Four coats'll make it glaze Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times where the times weighed as hard as find me shoes, baby daddy Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull between the halo, and a fork-pitch Suffocated by my rhymes... [Chorus: Debra Killings] Rest your mind in distant wilderness Take your time and concentrate on it Take a stand and make your hand a fist We got a reason to resist [Gipp] The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fader chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets In the hood late at nights, dippin fine Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date and you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar after the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies when they mention he, who listens to Unseen Hand Cappin the faces of the young black man, when they sing Knowin that we Godly, got to keep it right with my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make I can't escape fate, the date as I await As I await, I can't fake Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it [Khujo] A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth Spill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existance is considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revoked Pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws Man-made, but that's a dot Everybody from the East coast done went back home, to think Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurances I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them It's easy to commit, hard to resist And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers can bring us back, eyeballs peeled eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked Another low blow delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh Industry consists of thieveries, prostitutes and Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blue Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell for Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at the white man's table, lookin like Gable Gunther on the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly and he wasn't too fond of cute either A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect Hard acts to follow [Chorus] [Cee-Lo] Where I am, you can feel God is present In the midst of darkness if you spark up bet somebody gonna see it It is necessary for me to speak these words now Another day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agree that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice, in order to reveal you gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin right you damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightin in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future without the children, and, it ain't gonna be no children without the men, and, you can't have no love without the trust And no, trust can come without communication And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too Any book you read is still limited education You gon' have to talk to God personally and time is short And, he's on his way, and I will receive a great reward for what I've done And this is all that really matters to me In time you will see what I told you is true And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true [Chorus]

Young G's

PUFF DADDY "No Way Out"
(feat. Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.) [Intro: Biggie] Uhh, check it out, uhh [singing] I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee! Fuck all that pretty shit Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what [Verse One: Puff Daddy] Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop Shit man never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up, and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin for hits Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers [Chorus:] Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive It's just reality [Verse Two: Jay-Z] Yeah, make you a deal, check These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own In the physical, onee seems, like a lost body In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies born Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way [Chorus] [Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.] Damn it feel good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz represent Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin niggaz with punany, like heiny and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggaz call me Frank White I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental The situation ain't accidental.. What From a, from a young G's perspective.. [repeat 2X] [Chorus 2X to fade]

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