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J-KWON lyrics - Hood Hop

My Enemies

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(feat. Jermaine Dupri) [Jermaine Dupri chorus] They my enemies Dressed in my friends clothes Dick ridin thinkin I don't know They my enemies Dressed in my friends clothes Smile in my face but pop shit behind door [J.D Bridge] I wake up, knowin' I'm bout to see em' all in my face Like what up, these mutha fuckers all over the place I'm fed up, Homie I'm angry and I need me my space And good luck, wit all that thinkin' you goin take my place It's alot of niggas in this club popin' bub thats foney Actin like they got nothing but love for the homie Straight 2 faced like them niggas at Sony (now ain't you the mayor) I'm the one and only For the longest me and my niggas Been hittin this town like a storm And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm One day you'll get it Keep tryin nigga Yeah right you ballin, keep tryin nigga I know alot of ballers Half of em' hate me Bankrupt, bitch you must ain't see my moms lately Be damned if you like me Give a fuck what you rate me I only know 2 words And nigga thats pay me Now we finna stop talkin shit about J.D Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies How you goin' try to degrade me Yall aint my friends nigga I ain't crazy [J.D Chorus] [J.D Bridge] [J-kwon] Now I'm what can chill Till the moment I lose mine And when I lose mines Gun stores gone lose nines I thought you knew Kwon keep 8 on the waist line I'm from the Lou Kwon flip H to waist time I spit it, for niggas who don't fee my shit She a whore I don't like her You can get on my bitch She want a war, what for I'll peel this bitch Body lifted gun wit it I don't need this shit You my enemie Dressed in my friends clothes But when I shoot I do better Than Shaq doin free throws A bunch of niggas trippin That got the game wrong A bunch of niggas fealin like me who bumpin' the same song I'm evil, why you think you goin take my spot Waitin till my album drop quit thinkin you pop And you rappin hard core When oyu knowin you pop And you sayin you a realla when you knowin you not [J.D chorus] [J.D Bridge]

Go For Your Guns

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Live and Let Die"
I'm on the verge of commitin murder My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her She wants me to get a job I get harassed cause I'm laying on my ass like a big slob But everywhere I go I get rejected They won't hire a motherfucker with a jail record So the least I could do is look presentable But I'm labelled by the city as a criminal They won't give me no slack Jack And I got one strike against me already because my skin is black See I'm irrelevant to Help Wanted signs And they wonder why niggaz commit crimes My girl pays the rent gas and light Goes to class at days and works at night I'm trying to get some money I can hand to her But I ain't with bein a motherfuckin janitor Plus I got my little nigga And I'm tryin my best to be the right kind of father figure But my hands is startin to shake I'm tryin to hold my head because I'm reachin for the thirty-eight I pick it up, man fuckit I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats Lookin for somethin to hit I throw on my hood, cause I'm about to do some stupid shit I step in the Seven-Eleven Come fast with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven He must hit the alarm, cause I'm perspirin cause now I'm hearin motherfuckin sirens I tried to run out, three thousand decent Next thing I know, I'm sittin in a fuckin precinct for tryin to feed a family I need rubber balls, cause I'm fallin off the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (2X) What a fucked up night And I'm mad because the cop put on the handcuffs too fuckin tight Central Bookin is where they sent me So they could take a couple of pictures after they fingerprint me Then they put me in a cell And it was all full of niggaz that was dirty and stinkin as hell Four hours passed already, so now I'm yawnin And I'm hopin to see the judge in the mornin Finally they call my name and I get up with speed to appear before the judge, and make a plead I saw the judge, he was a brother He said, How do you plead? I said, Not guilty, motherfucker! Then I got kicked out of court, sent to the Island where they got all of these young brothers wildin And all I seen was teenagers And brothers just slicin one another with straight razors I saw this nigga, he was stone tall I said, Yo, I gotta make this motherfuckin phone call He said, These whores are mine, and you ain't widdit and put his face all up in mine, so I hit it C.O.'s came, niggaz started to zing Now I gotta do about three days in the bank I did my time and now I'm back from my vacation Right on track, they put me back in populations I got dressed, and hit the mess hall Then when I came back, FINALLY I got to make my phone call My girl is bringin out the man in me Cause she's yellin and shit, while I'm hangin on the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (4X) I'm sittin Up North, and doin three to nine And it feels like my whole life is bein left behind I'm goin crazy in this place And I'm countin the days, cause I'm about to be a mental case My little son is gettin bigger And he picked up the phone one day and thought I was some other nigga Yeah that bitch is tryin to play me like a sucker Cause on the down and low I heard another nigga fucked her Now homicide is on my mind for knowin that this bitch is at home, screwin while I'm doin time And the nigga that's hittin the skins is a bold motherfucker cause he's one of my own friends But that's alright cause I got somethin for they asses And when I see him I'ma smash his fuckin glasses Livin in hell but now my blood is gettin cold Two months later, I got released on parole So now I'm rollin colder than a blizzard I got some iron from my man and went to pay the stupid bitch a visit I'm ringin the bell like hell Oh nobody's home huh? So I kicked it til the shit fell Stepped in the house with my finger on the trigger Butter ass nigga stuttered, Wha-wha-what's up nigga? My bitch was scared, cause she knew that I was steamin She ran her ass to the back and started screamin *one shot fired* to the body *two shots fired* to the head *one shot fired* put the barrel in his mouth, makin sure he's dead And the police ain't cannin me inside a cell, cause I just fell off the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (2X)

Ruff Ryder's Anthem (Remix)

DJ Clue "The Professional"
This thing right here.. (yeah yeah) is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) Swizz Beats (uh-huh) And this thing right here.. (Ruff Ryders) will get your ass off your feet (Remix! .. c'mon) [Drag-On] They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb I burn em all, til they all say turn em off Cause these chips, I'ma run em all Chickenheads, know I, be the Colonel Cause I burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno So be careful, 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you but I'ma hurt you, but you don't know? My versatile, is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cause I'm too tough Indubitably, too dust Do you bust? Cause we do You need to ask the people, but quietly But they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying this? Cause niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest but get bonkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bomber's spittin flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) My dogs gon' STOP, your dogs gon' DROP And then we gon' SHUT EM DOWN, OPEN UP SHOP First we had em like OHHH, now they like NOOO What baby?!! THAT'S HOW RUFF RYDERS ROLL [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked Or writin rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out if you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist' and then give it to a modelin bitch And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time [Styles] Y'all niggaz ain't hearin me out, til I pop up appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style Everybody actin violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped Then the gun's only helpin the clip And the clip's only helpin my hand And like who the fuck is helpin your man? When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge [Eve] Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin triggers News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya Used to be shy-er, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us Haters, screamin, Who that bitch? (UHH, UHH) Mind your business nigga Chorus [DJ Clue * talking over chorus *] Yeah!! DJ Clue! The Professional! Part One C'mon! Mad shout out, Donnie Brascoe Big Skate, Duro.. CLUE! [DMX] Uhh, uhh, uhh.. The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred Fuckin with the Dog when you fuckin with the God Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough My name is ringin bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme but by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, Yo X ripped it! Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked! Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

Cuban Necktie

CYPRESS HILL "Skull & Bones"
[Verse 1] I do it to ya all like in your earhole, cuz I'ma 'Goodfella' just like Deniro, punk I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh I get your woman off like Robbie Shapiro, what You want jellyroll son, I'm a hero, oh You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then You say you hate me but you follow my carrer though huh Wanna see a trick I make you disappear yo, yo I make it hotter than a fuckin' inferno Wanna test you comin up shorter than DeVito I'll scar your face when I cut you like Pacino You gamble with your life inside of my 'Casino' Hold up I'm runnin shit just like Gambino I got the hogs sweatin' more than Bob Barino I switch tongue buenos caso me camino Then I switch it back cuz in that style I swing yo Beat your head like a drum [SPANISH] I sit back simply pretend I'm regal Slay you any style yeah whatever type of lingo I'm a 'Natural Rhyme Killer' like Tarrantino, yeah [HOOK] Run your mouth, with your chest out Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit [Verse 2] Call me breakin' think you know my nigga Dino With the Ratpack nigga sippin on vino I give it to you double XXL like Chino I'm the eastsidah who's reppin Angelino's I know you trippin but I'm due another single, ha Treat the music like my honey got a wrinkle, yeah I'm the mushroom You couldn't hang with a joint from Domingo's So, you gotta make room when you hear my jingle Like I crack your head with the bat, big bambino style You smoked out there in San Bernadino We fuck shit up with the harcore steelo Bandito, light your lighter then a key lo I'm megachron got you wet like a Primo Cancerous rhyme now that you needin chemo Peace to my fam out in El Cerino That's right punk, Better watch your back, who's pilin up cochinos [HOOK 2X] [Verse 3] Killin niggas like a Sicilian named Gino When your numbers up all my nigga yell regal You a fine woman, was a fine Phillipino, then She looked good in the black Benzino, yeah Yo' style's not yours like Doritos With the fabulous fall just like the Beatles Platinum dust oh now you wanna sprinkle, well I clown niggas much more than Melenko's, heh For all the wild ones and all my vecino's Never get your ass caught up with a stank hoe Pussy weigh deeper than a big fucking zinko Don't be mad I'm lookin out for my amigo You wanna copy my style go to Kinko's Watch me reload it just like Carlito My style so dope they should label it illegal You want beef then I call my nigga Steebo Whip your ass up just like Niccoleo Sayin my name burst your mark like 'Tapateo!', punk You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill with it [HOOK 2X]

Love Don't Live (U Abandoned Me)

Gangsta Boo "Both Worlds *69"
[Chorus] You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy Love don't live here anymore [Talking] This is dedicated to all of my ladies in relations Peep this out [Verse 1] I'm a lady who be keepin it real, you don't care Take time out, see how I feel When I be ridin in the SUV, I'm thinkin of you When I be rollin up a fat one, boy I'm thinkin of you You got me goin like uuuuuhhhh I'm feelin the rush, I like to fuck Let's get buck in the back of the truck, so boy what's up? It's whatever when it comes down to you Well it was, until you made it clear that I ain't for you You just abandoned me, you left me strandedly Heart broke, constantly Hearin love songs on the radio, that remind me of you They say a gangsta ain't 'posed to cry But I'm sheddin tears and I'm a gangsta until I die I'm tellin you boy, they say no pain then no gain Now they call me playa because you teachin me all yo game I say I ain't change, but then again just peep me out (Talking) Ay yo, I don't think this shit is gonna work... I'm ready to leave you, get out Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] Just be a man about it, you don't have to lie to me Nigga leave my house, you can get the fuck away from me Take yo' fuckin car keys, get yo' fuckin clothes too Nigga this mah credit card, hold up that's my bank book Why you out here cheatin on me, I'm gettin my own creepin on (Nigga talkin') Ay girl, why you ain't answer that god damn phone? Uhh why nigga, I was gone Nigga bout my ??? hea, pay my own light bill I don't need you, got my own fingers for my sex thrill Shit, I'm a mack, playa you ain't heard my real name? Mrs. Pimpin Thang, pussy power to the fuckin brain If you wanna play, get in the shower stroke yo'self I ain't the one to be messed with, pimpin to my death Slip in and slip out, remember how that used to be? I would get so wet when you put yo' love inside of me But that's the past now, no more freaky tail nights No more poppin X, or sex asshole tight Repeat Chorus [Verse 3] I ain't tryina get caught up in yo games Personally, I think that shit is lame Whachu doin err' now and then when you wanna hit I ain't givin yo ass shit, you'll be just another trick On my list of busta's, diamond clusters Rings, old game used to be so not told With yo' frozen heart, boy you tore my soul apart My XX plot, about a nigga from the ??? With yo' seven inch cock, give it to me don't you stop I keep fallin for you, hypnotized doubt you get my props But now I'm single, pussy bad tight I ain't fuckin with no giggalos, niggaz ain't right They wanna cut now, they wanna cut later They ain't call yo ass then, they ain't call yo ass later That's how it goes, I'm out the door, holla back Hit me on my 2 Way when you ready That's that on that Repeat Chorus

Big Bang Theory

SNOOP DOGG "Snoop Dogg Presents: Tha Eastsidaz"
Intro: Xzibit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in the '99 What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo HOOK: Xzibit I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions (we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off [Kurupt] Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off Blast wit somethin and I breaks all the walls off Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin Scat, takin three to four to the back I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air Let me put 'bout two in the air Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses [Pinky] It's goin down by the year 2 G I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and Gun in hand, operation quicksand Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand I had to bless the head of a military man Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam I know what you look like, I know how you think I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink HOOK [CPO] Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese You work your fuckin employees You know you get all excited like that Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch I kill drama, shit get action packed When I jump out the black stealth bomber Cuz it's bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad To heal that bitch sittin on So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn Don't fuck with Bossy off the glam, Rollin crack , blow blocks in half [Tray Deee] We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners Handles all business and pay off the comissioner Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches 20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain Gangbang slang came and aint gon change All out till we fall out, fuck the world DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls HOOK

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