Fiend lyrics - There's One in Every Family

Do You Know?

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Chorus: (Fiend) [All] 9X (Do you know who you fuckin with?) [Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit] [Mystikal] (Fiend) I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar I'm the 18-wheeler rolling over the armadillo I'm the orange-and-blue fire comin from under the skillet (Do you know who you fuckin with?) I'm the dick in the pussy, I'm the fly on the shit I'm the motherfuckin, concrete-crushing torpedo I'm that loud, hard [thumping sound] that killed the mosquito I'm the motherfuckin red ant draggin the bettle Nigga remember me when you was shootin up? I was that needle When you coughin, I'm that (cough) that comes from your chest When you dead, I'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh I'm every last sad note from the violin I'm the hammer that hit that firing pin I was the voice in your head that was tellin you not to try it again Now I'm the carbon dioxide that replace your oxygen I'm the mysterious, Mystikal monument I'm the man, I'm the south, I'm the muthafuckin prince Chorus: repeat 8X [Fiend] Me? A bad motherfucker, boy Hater destruction, pistol bustin (BHAW, BHAW) I'm the chubby one cussin, verbally keep em (?) Herbaly keep em puffin, all the weed that I need Smokin some trees, I groove from some left over seeds Leave it to the soldier's creed on the set where they pretends (TAKE THAT) Throwin some hot shit nigga (TAKE THAT BOY) faded all my ends Give a fuck if it were ten I want nine and the change (GIVE MY CHANGE BOY) Doing strange things behind mine and my change, boy (COMIN, COMIN) I'm a bad man, let it be known to any cop (FUCK Y'ALL) Use a ten, many glocks and got plenty in stock (GOT MORE NIGGA) If anything the tank hot, that paper keep us heated Computer can't delete it And penicillin can't defeat it Chorus X 8

What Ya Want

DMX "Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood"
[DMX] Uhh.. [Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo [DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin? [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Break em off, some.. [DMX] Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?) Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH) I fuck with these hoes from a distance The instant they start to catch feelings I start to stealin they shit then I'm out just like a thief in the night I sink my teeth in to bite You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight? Come on ma, you know I got a wife and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?) So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?) I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon) Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested Better than all the rest, I'm like, 'Aight girlfriend, hold up I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)' Chorus: Sisqo What these bitches want from a nigga? What you want.. (what you want) What these bitches want from a nigga? Really want.. What these bitches want from a nigga? I've been keepin you up on it Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it What these bitches want from a nigga? Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me Baby tell me what you want from me! (So what you want?) [DMX] There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay) Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh) Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh) Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn) Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?) Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay) Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh) About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!) Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda (uh-huh) Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!) Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?) Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?) were all treated fairly but yet and still bitches is on some other shit now that I'm fuckin wit Dru Hill But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) Chorus (w/ minor variations) [DMX] Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH) and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh See now I do the math, I see if you got this and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?) And that's all they fuckin with, but see these bitches don't know If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep [Sisqo - singing over dub chorus] X let me talk to em for a minute Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be a victim of my reality Heard you callin me names, said I was trife One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)

Budsmokers Only

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "E. 1999 Eternal"
Bizzy: Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. Krayzie: Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. Bizzy: Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a all'll be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily pumpin' must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, outta the window. We roll. Lil' Ripsta realer off and better often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells. You're bloody murder murdered. Comin' to serve ya, runnin' with gats and bats and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll. Krayzie: Krayzie's on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin' this rap thang, now. Never takin' no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin' now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my daily thang. Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat 'em in gutters. Me stick 'em. Me stuck 'em. We murdered 'em every time, now. Bodies be dug off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say, give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin' that llello, bankroll. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. Layzie: Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down. Came up with a plan, and we creepin' up outta me hometown. Me hate to be leavin' the glock-glock, now, but I'm livin' so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin' like trues, give it up to the bang, always stay down for my thang. And I still remain the same, never gonna change. Out my hood, I claim. Nigga done jumped in the game. It's straight up confusion, 'cause niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his back daily, even more lately, but they can't break little Layzie. So a nigga stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever, me blaze. Thuggin' in my murderous ways. Praisin' the gauge, let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta 'em, killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. Bottom line, nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we rollin' with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept and we came. Bizzy: Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. Krayzie: Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. Wish: Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down for them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin' with the same trues thuggin' on the Glock-glock. Ain't shit changed. Buck 'em. Fuck 'em. Put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta. Nigga, don't be tryin' no dumb shit; Bone's still pumpin' them daily slugs at ya. Creepin' up outta the hood, roll to the West Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin' on the nine nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin' for your shit, wish you would. Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that's your life. Nigga, it's like that when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. Bailin' down the Clair, gettin' much love, needin' mo' bud, gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin' that yum-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin' my gauge to your throat. Bizzy: Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. Krayzie: Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. Flesh: A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin' them bullets up into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us. We the muthafuckin' thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain, swang, gotta kick 'em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I'm off the hook when I put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You're wrong. On the ground, they lay, when I spray that chrome. Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I'm comin' up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find they time to grind. Droppin' the dime, packin' the nine, and ready to bang. Pullin' the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone got a game, man. We crept and we came. Krayzie: Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. Bizzy: Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. Krayzie: Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.

Fuck Sleep

KID INK "Almost Home"
[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Eyes wide open… We’ve been up all night, I ain’t even notice Fuck sleep… You know the money is the motive ’til the morning I be hungry every moment, man, a nigga gotta eat Cookin’ up, no Pyrex, it’s IMAX My weight up, you could check my biceps I’m puttin’ on for my team, holding me down like Maurice I ain’t in no hurry ’til we ain’t got no worries, so… Ain’t no rest for me now Look around, and I’ve got more bills than dad, Stunny’s child Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto My time is my money and I always need more, so [Hook] So fuck sleep… ‘Cause I’ve got a lot of bills And nobody gon’ pay ‘em but me (I keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don’t love these hoes) Fuck sleep… You could chill while I stack these bills Why you think these bitches love me? Fuck sleep… (Bitch you ain’t know, you ain’t know) (When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money) (So fuck sleep…) Fuck sleep… [Verse 2: Kid Ink] Yep – I’ve got her legs wide open Late night, undercover freak, so you know it’s no sheets Then it’s back to the work Fuck 1st and the 15th, I’m tryna get paid Every week – and that’s the only way to be Work hard ’cause I need soft leather on the seats See the money’s all the talk, and the only thing I breathe Is that California kush, God blessed me like a sneeze I’ve gotta keep it real, but I’m living in a dream If you made it from the bottom Then you know just what I mean Everything on the other side ain’t always what it seems But I heard that it’s some green, so I gotta go and see [Hook] [Verse 3: Rico Love] In a matter of a week, I made 200 Gs Fuck niggas takin’ breaks – real niggas gotta eat I told my nigga Jah – when he get back on the streets I’mma drop a bag on him, but him right back on his feet Made millions off of beats, and the melody is sweet Keep my shades on ’cause I ain’t slumbered in weeks I’m dickin’ down a freak I’m bustin’ off like “Blocka! Blocka!” And sleep, I don’t need nada – champagne is my Viagra [Hook]

Money Flow

DO OR DIE "Picture This"
Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress Now flex this Verse One: Tung Twista Now I just be On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch two women peepin me cause really I'm gone In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm on They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty down with a tango on my razor fade Peanut butter complexion to silly processions of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit these days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age? Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin Do Or Die you and I can be naked cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin of The style of flow is a vocal calico to show you with the mic I be speakin love, what's the words, weak and numb Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts sippin After Shock I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot let's get parley and then crack the spot Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride and you can play with me to keep the passion hot Don't you know how the money flow Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Verse Two: Belo Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech Money clean like Windex givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check Hoe flex I'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew So I see if I can have a fruit a peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around Smokin trees till the leaves come down She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper that be caught up at your crib with your pantses down But money maker want a triple take Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight See him ridin in the C-A, D-I, double-L, A-C always checkin paper in tall ways Pull em off the sprawlways Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I'm supposed to be all day Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O Don't you know Verse Three: AK-47 Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow Gettin paid as the night go I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at Where's the place that you live at? Hit you on the phone till you be all alone so we can get it on baby just kick back Swiggin brews and Perrier Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do AK (to where) to the pen And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong They ain't got long (to what) to see where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it Go where I go Cadillac to the show Po Pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out I'ma pull my surprise out Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin Deep in Chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh Comin up put a number on fryin hoes Let the money flow Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O Verse Four: Nard Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up with a hoe and I'm pattin my back seat I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet Get my girl in bed Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers that's thuggerin, but I'ma come from the heart for start to stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in Till money flow like a dreamland But really though, could you tell me how the money flow? Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O

Comin' From Where I'm From

ANTHONY HAMILTON "Comin' From Where I'm From"
Verse I Sittin here guess I didn't make bail Got time and a story to tell Started when I was nine years old Woke up my daddy was gone I started hustlin they couldn't tell me nothin Frontin in the hood tryin to be somebody My soul was on empty I was searchin for something Pre-chorus Tried to be good; Tried to keep from trouble Livin too fast; Tryin to make good on a hustle Chorus Sometimes it gets rough Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Times got hard Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Some times you gotta walk to work (yeah) Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt Verse II Wasn't really lookin guess I found it Five foot three, light brown skin Comin from the university Nice style, lookin kinda lovely Didn't know she had much game Down to ride out, even take the train Even took her to a poker game She's top notch from fried chicken to sushi Pre Chorus Tried to be good, (I tried) tried to treat you like a lady Tried to be a friend, turned out that you were shady Chorus Sometimes it gets lonely Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Thangs aint what they seem to be Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you get a little angry Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you get the best of me Bridge Well, tried to be good (I tried) Wanted nothing but to love somebody Didn't wanna die young Steady hustlin tryin to feed my family Too scared to have kids And do like daddy did Cuz I'm so scared of failin Sometimes it gets hard Comin from where I'm from Chorus Comin from where I'm, I'm from Sometimes you gotta moan Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you gotta fight the pain Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you gotta walk alone Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you get a little worried Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes you get lost outta touch Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much Comin from where I'm from, I'm from Sometimes I get a little scared Comin from where I'm from, I'm from (2x)

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