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Fiend lyrics - There's One in Every Family

Only A Few

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[Master P] Yo, see them out there Yo Fiend, fuckin mafiaso If your fucking with No Limit Fiend, Big Ed, Master P and Silkk You fucking with the best You dont want to fuck with the best Yo mucha [Fiend] Chorus I only fuck with a few You never know what these niggas'll do You better choose careful who you call your crew And do a review on these bitches, before you call em your boo x2 You never know what's goin on with some of these hungry ass niggas arrested And what you got, never allowed the chance to touch it Was it obvious that nigga aint die He was in from the begginning had a piece of the pie Cause in his eyes, cold like Chicago weather Birds of a feather fuck over together, that's forever The only change, they accepted when I got him killed Well they all a time for real over a dollar bill So now you feel that all street family aint yours Recieving cuts and sores because you opened your pores These niggas ride like volvos, and we aint talkin bout these whores Give a section of the beach, nigga surfers gotta swim ashore If you need more, then take this notion with my devotion Remember jealousy is a wasted emotion. Chorus x2 [Master P] I'd rather die hustling then be broke and lonely Cause most of these niggas out here be phony Find me on the street corner living my life fast [Big Ed] Remember take a bullet for your homie [Master P] That's my nigga Big Ed [Big Ed] See this TRU shit nigga I'm a kill for it When the rents due, ya know I'm a steal for it Take a ride with my homies if I have to Keep your eyes on your enemies cause they'll blast you [Master P] And momma sheds tears cause my homies seen that Nigga gangbang seen TRU up on my chest To my niggas in jail, stay strong doin time I thank the lord for taking me out the ghetto with these rhymes Blood stains on the street cause this ghetto life's a bitch And thats a shame cause its bound to change once a niggas rich Chorus x2 [Silkk The Shocker] Come take a ride at, before the game begins I seen niggas die bad, and they die for pennies Cant trust nobody seen around my way Niggas dead, and that's why they aint around today See penetentaries, they aint no place for me I tell my mom dont trip, just pray for me And to all the slugs from niggas that have hate for me Tell my lady I'll take two years dont even wait for me And see, you never get a second chance to live a first life That's why I ball till I fall and live the first right So even though I thug with them, I still ask these niggas I've seen alot of cold shit, ????? been home test if I get ya I only ride with niggas that I test the water with Niggas I slang quarters with, slaughter shit, spent the hardest shit Only trust a few, only trust a few You fakes, I can't even fuck with you Chorus x2

Diced Pineapples

ASH KARDASH "Beauty And The Barz"
You see' something 'bout this dude got me trippin' Cause I'm willing to give up all that I've got, All to have what I've been missin' And I'm like "Is you crazy?" Goes the conscience in my mind Cause this the same old thing That happened to you last time Remember how you gave him yo' heart? And in the end that nigga stepped on it And than you gave him all your love n' And in the end that nigga pissed on it And you were hurt, You were in so much pain You should've listened when they had told you, "These niggas all the same" But I see something different in you Something that makes me think otherwise Like, definitely, perhaps? Your nothing like these other guys, So I stay And yeah, maybe that makes me dumb But those who've never loved, will never know where I'm coming from [Singing:] And boy, you put me through a lot And should I be with you? (Hell) Prolly' not Because every day It's the same shit We going back and forth About a different bitch And then I'm mad and crying And asking you why you lying And you tell me to stop crying' cause you Ain't doing shit, You tellin' me to grow up Cause all these bitches is mad, And all they doin' is hating, And they can't prove it [Talking:] So than I'm thinking to myself Like, you know what? Maybe this nigga didn't And then I come to my senses and I'm like Hell nawh Him? I know this nigga did it, So I get mad and send you a text that I don't mean at all, And your reply to me, Is no reply at all So then I'm sitting there like, Ain't this about a bitch? Cause I hate it when you do that shit In my Wayne voice And I know this is a double MG song But on any beat I can get my Wayne on And I'm just thinking from the heart Thought I would keep this cover simple But before I sing the hook, Shout out to - beats for the instrumental [Singing:] And I'm like I guess I'm in my feelings right now I guess I'm in my feelings right now I guess I'm in my I guess I'm in my feelings right now I guess I'm in my feelings right now Because I'm writing songs bout' you You got me writing songs bout' you [x4] I guess I'm in my feelings [Talking:] But he say Why you always trippin'? Keep tellin' you that I ain't doin' shit But you don't wanna listen That's why I say you crazy, acting like you lost yo damn mind How you be making up these stories And assuming stuff all the time I told you to grow up And stop always arguing And stop always going off And being worried about another bitch Then maybe you won't be hurt And in so much pain And get that shit out yo head about these niggas being all the same Cause I'm tryna be somethin' different fo' you. But you think otherwise I'm tryna prove to you, that I'm nothing like these other guys. And just because you stay, that don't make you dumb It just means you're a rider who knows where I'm comin' from And he like [Singing:] Girl, I put you through alot And should you be with me? (Hell) Prolly not Because every day It's the same shit We going back and forth About a different bitch And than you mad and crying and asking Me why I'm lying And I tell you to stop crying' cause I Ain't doing shit I'm tellin' you to grow up Cause all these bitches is mad And all they doin' is hating And they can't prove it! [Talking:] But then you stop thinking to yourself Like you know what? Maybe this nigga didn't it Tryna convince you that am being honest But you be sure a nigga did it Now you mad being silly actin brand new Textin me all this shit, and saying me you hate me too Now I'm sitting there Cause I'm supper pissed Cause I hate it when you do that shit! In my Wayne voice And I know this is a double MG song But on any beat I can get my Wayne on And am just speaking from the heart Thought id keep this cover real But before you sing the hook you already know the deal And he like [Singing:] I guess you in your feelings right now I guess you in your feelings right now I guess you in your I guess you in your feelings right now I guess you in your feelings right now Because you're writing songs bout' me You got you writing songs bout' me [x4] I guess you in your feelings Hey

Big Girl

NAS "Nastradamus"
[Chorus] (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around (You're a big girl now) She's sexy, she got it, she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba [Verse 1] I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace Get you hype when I lick it, put it in your face Sipping red wine, is it bedtime You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith I'm feeling richer today I can hit it then stay Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play We got champagne, whipped cream, I'ma grab a bucket of ice Bubble bath running, and the candlelight feeling so right It's your night, no stress, no fight Mad at your ex, cause his dough tight Never go right when you're with him Try your best to forget him Cause it's easy to please me CD skip when your head board hit the wall Call for the law Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up You can hit a blunt if you want I'ma pull my pants up We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust Tell me what's the reason for us To love or to fuck I'm the thug that you want If it's gangster we can't front If you want me I can stay around If you need me, I'm here for you How that sound Now it's up to you Depending on how you wanna get down Cause you're a big girl now [Chorus] [Verse 2] Got your name and your number in my cell phone Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone If you in a good mood, if you not Or you thinking bout you was at my spot What we did when we got hot Is you dreaming you had me Is you creaming your panties Like a king, fed me grapes, and you fanned me On the couch, to the floor, to the bed, to the sink And we ate each other like candy Under the covers, two intimate lovers You fuck a nigga like you mad at me Throw the ass to me You should be glad to be In the presence of a real thug as bad as me While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard How I'm making my rod, how I make you say 'Oh God' Every hoe that you know wanna know Nas Gotta dodge all the blowjobs, getting hard Cause you know how these girls are Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions Starting to get an erection Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave I need time to breathe Wanna follow me, Ironically You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe Like it's my fault But you don't wanna talk Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden You and the shorty start scuffing Now shorty dumping you out Can't let her get the best of you So I rescue you Only thing left to do was to grab her So you can jab her, get a cheap shot You don't wanna feel chumped Now here the cops come So we gotta run to the ride Then we drive off through the traffic Don't panic, but you know how we gotta manage Looking at your face And the damage in your facial Every angle can't let it faze you No reason to be insecure or immature Baby girl see the world is yours [Chorus fade out]

I Love You Baby

Black Rob "Life Story"
I Love You Baby Black Rob Puff Daddy Verse One: Black Rob I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street She say, Yeah, they from over on Mayfair Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out They want beef out here, they gon' get it in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this (I'll get you back) Chorus: repeat 2X I love you baby No you don't You drive me crazy That's right I'll never betray thee Uhh I love you baby C'mon Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus) Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike I ain't know the real deal until last night How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll Used to call my crib to see seventy-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black when you get home', we never had chance to get up And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money Funny how it's a small world, baby girl Youse about to get, fucked with no jail I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin And plan your extermination, word Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin Low profile single, house in Staten Island and Manhattan while, them same cats you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up And get away scot free without some type of injury Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you Who knew she was the female Rambo Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door Life is out, snuffed all they mans in In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin Not for long the buck the forty-four strong Just like that she was gone, now it's over Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt and admire how the chick went out Chorus: repeat to fade


J-KWON "Hood Hop"
[Intro:] Teen drinking is very bad. Yo I got a fake ID though. Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me. [Verse 1:] 1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, Babygirl ass jiGGA like she want more, Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour, Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores, Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score, If not i gotta move on to the next floor, Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1, Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun, When it come to popPIN man we do shit for fun, You aint got one nigga you betta run, Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz, While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done, She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun, Bitch give it back now you don't get none. [Chorus x4:] Now everybody in the club ['in this bitch' - dirty version] gettin tipsy, Everybody in the club ['in this bitch' - dirty version] gettin tipsy [Verse 2:] 2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5, Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes, Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs, While she tellin me how much she hate her guy, Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied, If you 21 girl that's alright, I wonder if a shake comin with them fries, If so baby can i get em super sized, Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2, She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue, Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo, But instead of 1 lifestyle i need 2 Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels, Expression on her face like she aint got a clue, And she told me she don't run with a crew, You know how i do but i guess one gotta do. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6, Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich, This single man ain't tryna get hitched, Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch, Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit, Grisa orange juice man this some good shit Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick, Now he on the sideline starin at my clique, Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, Club on the set kwon cut out them trees, Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p. [Chorus] Everybody in the club ['in this bitch' - dirty version] gettin tipsy [x4]

Do You

DMX "The Great Depression"
[Intro] That 'T' would help though Here we go again Yeah, check it out, y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all, check it out y'all Straight Y.O. mother fuckers Now days cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shit Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dick Niggas talk real slick, but that's about it Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through It's shit like, everybody tells me I sound just like you But you got me, got me And you can't live without me If I wasn't DMX, you wouldn't give a fuck about me Ain't about 'Dog I wanna be just like you' How about you wanting to be just like you You can do what I do, just in your own way Shit, I get niggas that ride big every fuckin' day (I-ight) If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine Let me hit 'em with the rewind Do you and I'll do me To me you'll see how real you'll be [1] - Do you - Cuz what it boils down to it's true Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you Do you - Is that really what you want me to see Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley Do you - Cuz what it boils down to, it's true Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you Do you - Is that really what you want me to see Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley Hey yo dog, I got lyrics Hey yo dog, I got beats (Word) Damn, is this the type of shit I gots to put up with in the streets Used to be able to walk, not have to talk to nobody Everywhere I go it's like I bring the whole party It ain't about tryin' to follow or tryin' to be like But if we all see it through the eyes of the Lord, we see a light (c'mon) Just let me get a hold of the mic, I'll teach you a little something Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin' Express yourselves, be who you are, umm umm, you're a shining star You don't even know what you got inside How the fuck you gon' find out, you keep wanting to ride Hey yo, I ain't gon' let it slide no more You're best to go for what you know Can't do you, then what you flow for You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dog Look through your eyes, see what you see [Repeat 1] Like fuck it, you wanna be me Here's what you do Grow up neglected by both parents and still pull through You gots to come up fucked up, get treated like shit Then have your mother's new boyfriend smack you like a bitch Turn into a killer, don't carry shottie Cuz the way it's goin' down right now, you gon' kill somebody Get a dog, walk the streets, learn what you need to learn Better have a cause but because you'll get burned You got 15 years without ever coming out And beat your fist at the world and what they talkin' about Then get locked up every two years For two years keep it real, hold back all tears, face your fears Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes Let 'em know what's on your mind, then you'll get your shine In time, everything you hear will come true But you won't be doin' me, you'll be doin' you [Repeat 1 until fade]

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