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JAGGED EDGE lyrics - J.E. Heartbreak

Girl Is Mine

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(feat. Ja Rule, Jermaine Dupri) [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo See I'm sick of all these No game having Gold chain wearing Last year clothes wearing niggaz That keep sweating me Cause their bitch want me It ain't my fault nigga [Jermaine Dupri] You need to stop calling my house Weain't got nothing to be talking about It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be Cause nigga your bitch chose me Fellas [Jagged Edge] The girl is mine, can't you see Know the game cause your bitch chose me [Jagged Edge] Somebody please tell me how How is it everybody knew the The rules to how we get down Now he wanna act a fool now I'm the first to say She gotta (what) man, gotta leave her long gone, run away But still she wants her way It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault She chose me [1] - [Jermaine Dupri] You need to stop calling my house He ain't got nothing to be talking about It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be Cause nigga your bitch chose me Fellas [Jagged Edge] The girl is mine, can't you see Know the game cause your bitch chose me The girl is mine [Jermaine Dupri] Mad dude, but your attitude needs to halt Cause ooh it ain't my fault It might be tough to swallow, that's how it be And you know the game, your bitch chose me [Jagged Edge] The girl is mine, can't you see Know the game cause your bitch chose me [Jagged Edge] Many girls go around Actin' like they got nobody You better find one that you know stays down One who's eyes ain't wandering If her eyes fall on me Then I know she's coming Better find one who wants to be with you, oh Girl it's really too bad for you Said he's not enough for you Baby you should let him know Baby you wanna try me J-E maybe we'll be Together for eternity Reside till I be happy, till I be happy () [Ja Rule] Ja's flow so hot, niggaz don't wanna be near me when the bomb drops and I Knew niggaz would fear me from the time I spit on wax Niggaz was leery like who the fuck is this cat Ja baby, understand that, Rule one, second to none When y'all bitches start strutting I hit it and run Cause I'm destined to cum on your tongue while we sexing Like lubricant ruff ryde with the X-man We hollering, it could all be this simple Know what I'm gonna kiss you, cause daddy gonna miss ya Now that's love when a nigga not wanna pimp on a hoe But sometimes this love shit is claustrophob And I love thy, love to send you hoes the money Love bitches with attitude, a hundred miles of running New York thugs, and my niggaz is pimps too And your bitch chose me before they chose you nigga [Repeat 1 (2x)] [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo We're here to make y'all rock We're here to make y'all rock We're here to make y'all rock Shit it's nothing

Black Lip Bastard (Remix)

AB-SOUL "Control System"
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Black lip bastard, pass me your password So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name Lead shower, and a pebble hour bitch stand the rain Look inside my parking garage and see a collage Of every person I despise since the moment I turned 5 Calculate my steps and strategically took my time Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade And somebody tell Rihanna too I need that vagina too Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool I'm kinda the reminder of knowin' Compton ain't kinda cool Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move I hope this shit can register on a regular soon Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool bitch K.Dot, leave 'em grieving on evening news Even when society break even, I'll break rules [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head? Niggas stretchin' the truth like they choose to do yoga instead Either that or that or they depressed, eatin' yogurt in bed Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple I ain't thirsty for the deal, wait and make em' pay double Anxious when I'm banking on the table I need a muzzle You're basic like cable to a satellite dish You was runnin' LA, now you out of there like Fish What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips Black shirt, black shades, long black dick I'm awkward dog, I'm trynna bargain shop at Saks Fifth Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time Fuck this rap shit I'm actin Suckin' on titties since I was 8 Hoodie with my shades I ain't trynna be fake So don't be talking to me pussy Runnin' your gums like you be loc'ing When the world know that you're nookie Rookie, softer than if you fabric I won't have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted Know my niggas movin' You hesitatin' to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doin' [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Perpetratin', bitches poppin' percocet and percolatin' Freelance for God but do the work of Satan, whatever works I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet Lightyears ahead, I'm bright and I like to get oral sex Soul brother number 1+1, gettin' fed like where drugs and guns come from [Verse 5: Jay Rock] All we do is do it, shittin' on the competition Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies Cut straight to them credits and hit you with' a uzi Peel off in a dooney, truck bed full of toolies Get home, smoke, and poke on some coochie I'm just fuckin' around, enough with them fairy tales But I bust heads for real, go head - I'm Jay Rock, you norm' niggas beneath me How you gon' dance with the devil, with two left feet? Peep, thinkin' you sweet but you weak Talkin out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant Unless you David, remember my nigga, I'm not goliath Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident Money on the table my nigga, you know I'm all in If rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I'm all gin Hunnit' proof, recruit a hunnit' troops who love to shoot No fluke my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do East side up, Watt city mayhem Choppers that sprayin' from AM to PM I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon Black Hippy blastin' a 50 out the back of the Benz Wagon Toe tagging wack rappers off GP You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D You smokin' on that seaweed, we rollin' up that kiwi In the backwood lightin', we high for like 3 weeks You payin' for that pussy but we always get freebies Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it's history You know the night and day is ours Top Dawg Conglomerate, HiiiPower, bitch

Crank It Up

DAVID BANNER
[David Banner - Intro] It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time To get yall punk bitches straight First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch Countin' my money like you a hoe Real men don't worry bout what another nigga got (FUCK YOU!) You punk ass bitch Fuck em' Static OOHH! [Chorus - Static Repeat 2x] We Ridin' (Big Bodies) With (T.V.'s) V-12's (V-12's) (S.U.V.'s) S.U.V.'s Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Drank It Up, Girl let me spank it up [Verse 1 - David Banner] We got uhh Big cadillac With yo bitch in the back Hold my dick in her mouth While I pack em' a stack She gimme ya riches While you yap bout yo gold It's on my cars (Ha, Ha) That bitch bought me a boat See she bought me a car And it's lookin' like yours Only difference is my nigga, I got wood on the doors I got wood on my wheel And I'm bustin' my steel I fucked yo main bitch (Nigga) How does it feel? [Chorus] [Verse 2 - David Banner (Lady Singing)] Yall talk shit while we still winning She's on my dick cuz my rims kept spinnin' Then I bust up the block The system that knocks I keep fuckin' yo bitches, while yall keep bitin' the pot (Diamond in the back, the sunroof top) (Pilled up my stocks, now I'm pissin' off the cops) Fuck that sangin' my nigga We can chop up them pigs Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed [Chorus] [David Banner - Outro] If ya ride around town in his truck Put his keys in the air and crank it up [Repeat 2x] And if that boy got wood on the wheel Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel [Repeat 2x] Now Crank It Up [Repeat 5x] YEAH!

How Many Mc's...

Black Moon "Enta Da Stage"
[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun] Verse One: Steele Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown Check the drums of death as I break what's left of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun Chorus: repeat 4X Load the clip, bust lead to the head The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead Verse Two: Buckshot Real niggaz represent and don't die Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply I puff a mad bag of buddha Niggaz be like Yo who the shorty? I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me Chorus Verse Three: Tek Ahh shit, a personality split And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss? Another boom blew up the scene throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now Damn, just when you thought it was safe to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real so I pack more steel lookin for the kill Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said Chorus

Murder Mc's

Black Moon
[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun] Verse One: Steele Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown Check the drums of death as I break what's left of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun Chorus: repeat 4X Load the clip, bust lead to the head The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead Verse Two: Buckshot Real niggaz represent and don't die Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply I puff a mad bag of buddha Niggaz be like Yo who the shorty? I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me Chorus Verse Three: Tek Ahh shit, a personality split And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss? Another boom blew up the scene throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now Damn, just when you thought it was safe to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real so I pack more steel lookin for the kill Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said Chorus

The Gangsta, The Killa, A

WESTSIDE CONNECTION "Bow Down"
Intro: Ice Cube Hey, Living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda(x4) (Ice Cube) Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas[hahaha] Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center [once, two, three]of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark [Punk ass nigga] So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six[what] One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie[ahhh] Niggas run out and get ya cookie [Westside] Killa county is a state, murda(x4) (W.C.) Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding[westsiide] nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga[whistle] True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tank of my tucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette[haha] as the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock when I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala(x4) (Mack 10) What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis we got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda(x4) The gangsta the killa and the dope deala[murda](x8) Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street

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