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JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - Attack Of The Clones

Abracadabra

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I overheard niggas saying jay was on the verge He could make rumsfeld resign with rhymes he never heard Immune with the birds And can manipulate matter with the usage of words Throwin dice on the curb And I'm best and freshest with the writtien text fuck what ya heard It's the metaphysical, dolby digital Any Joe'll tell you the flows so pivotal Every words literal Each diatribe is sort of like an interview, Come get a interview Right past the man in the myth to the mineral I was born uptown a mile from the riverview Look, I'm a simple man ya understand Masterin my temple man trying to expand But when they think you simple man Theyll try to play you out like you a simpleton See what I'm saying Niggas want pain not mercy I'm writtin in my moleskin on the train to canarsie Stand clear of the closin doors The peo-ple are in constant fear of trojan war The vehicle as opposed to is free is just a whore I gotta call em like a see em Even it it means theyll sancture my per diem The angels will thank me in the streets if see em Saying there he go but I wouldn't wanna be him Holdin up a three and reppin for new orleans Let us repay em

Livin' Legend

B.G. "It's All On U Vol. 2"
Verse:1 (B.G.) I ain't nothin,' but seventeen years old Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My hoes done elevated i'm on another level My wrist done elevated to rolex with the bezel I'm young but bout nice things off top Don't fuck wit' what I worked hard for cause i'll hit yo' block I ride in big bodies I sleep in big beds Always wear boks (reeboks) and bauds always gon' bust a head I'm a well-known lil' nigga On my cell phone talkin' bout six figures You get yo' dome bust on in a split second Cause I'm gonna keep my rep as a livin' legend, a livin legend (Chorus) Verse:2 What make niggas think they fuck wit raps i spit What make 'em think they can touch beats from Fresh i get What make 'em think they can compete with this hot boy clique This haterism goin on and the world makin me sick I'ma top notch baller all bout' my cheese I'm the one got yo' bitch and her girls talkin bout me B.G. name rating like a thompson fall Cruisin in my truck on the lake bazookas crumpin, dog Fresh behind me in the burb twenties blind y'all Niggas that broke lookin for hustle so they ridin fall But I got my pistol for the busters got they eye on my gucci Man I refuse to let these jackers gain a stripe off lil' duga Since twelve i been thuggin keep a frog in my mouth I had a dream off top but this rap game no doubt Don't get mad you ask yo' boo who the man and she confesson 'Dat 'Dat lil' nigga off VL is a living legend (Chorus) Verse:3 I know with my skills i'll rule the south Out bitch niggas mouth i'm sh-shoot about Niggas don't even know me want to leave BGeezy smellin It ain't my fault my tape stopped yo' shit from selling I'm tellin you fuck wit' me you'll learn yo' lesson I'm tellin you I'm all about dome checking I'm like the eclipse close yo' eye's i'll blind ya Quick to out shine ya Part of the Big Tmer$ It ain't hard to find ya if i wan' kill ya Boy, you can't hide these big heads will reveal ya Me and my ch-chopper get near ya and spill ya Bustin a head it's something i always will do I always get my chill on And when i smile sparkle wit' my grill on You get yo' dome bust on in a split second Cause i'ma keep my rep as a livin legend, livin legend (Chorus to end)

Light A L

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
Man y'all niggas don't know me, let me finish my water So much more to me, I feel like I oughta Tell you all about the minority from the corner Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter Well in my case, two sons, in the hood with loose crumbs And niggas that should be hooked on phonics Hooked to new guns, even the police shoots them This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from Half gallons of cognac, on the train car packed Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back Poof, get into somethin', where my hawk at? Ooh this finna get disgusting Man all you fake hood niggas, boy y'all ain't missin' nothin' We bring gun barrels to fights I miss my cousin, they did him like Harold at the light But we rode down on that nigga like Cam'Ron on that bike Tryna get paid in full, my trays was full A half moon made my fade look cool, a younger Yaowa Sunflower seeds, house keys in the Eddie Bauer Hood top to bottom, pass the bottle around Everybody tap the bottom, take out my tops and bottoms [Hook:] Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher Freestylin' made my bars get tighter I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter" Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter Helped tag in the lumber yard Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard But that's why I'm fuckin' hard [?] in the summer, low whites under More sun, more aggie, more fights, none of Them bitches wanted it but Leisha, man she throw that thunder Grease on her face, scarfed up in the Polo pajamas Johnny pump open, wet your car, get bold if you wanna Will wet your car with somethin' different, roll back 'round that corner Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley Then sneak up to my roof and get sick mop from Shelly I'm a project nigga, in my project lobby Takin' project pictures with my project army Standin' in the hall and lighin' candles for the fallen Reminiscin', sippin', snifflin', and missin' all them Hide piece and butter, come and get your supper A game of steel and bacon, niggas waitin' on their number I remember when it was hard if you could go outside You was watchin' from your window, nigga [Hook:] Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher Freestylin' made my bars get tighter I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter" Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter Helped tag in the lumber yard Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard But that's why I'm fuckin' hard Dutch paper Incinerator Elevators Nosey neighbors Guns barkin' Cops barkin' Dogs barkin' My mom's barkin' Aye fellas I gotta get out of here, man, my mom's trippin'. I'm comin' up now. I'd like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects, Brooklyn for turnin' that little boy into the man that I am today. Yeah me no play

Undaground Rappa

Das EFX "Straight Up Sewaside"
Yeah, 1-2 1-2 Ha, let you know how I do Verse 1: Dray, Skoob Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'm makin toe taps so watch the birdie Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson I got the backs 'n' bones but now I needs some action Aiyo you can call me Plato because my style is in there and I'll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was 'swimwear' See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker In LA I hit the chronic, I'm super like the Sonics I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout Cos yo I rip the shit out when it's time to throw my rhyme out I'm twisted, my flow'll make you dizzy like Gillespie If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo Chorus: Down down down down Make way for the undaground rappa Down down down down ........undaground rappa Down down down down Make way for the undaground rappa Down down down down (*All I need is just a mic and a track*) Verse 2: Dray, Skoob Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a It really doesn't matter, kid, you're sleepin cos I'm nicer I'm growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car See when I be on the block I'm like that nigga Agent R Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip til I drizz em Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I'm block it wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G Even if I slowed up your couldn't pass me Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause like a comma or I'ma have to drop you like some drawers So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays So what's the way I'm flippin like a double-header drinkin I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I'm double jointed Chorus Verse 3: Dray, Skoob I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I'm knockin skins on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz But now I be em, niggas be like Oh did ya see him? I'm creepy, I'm kooky and plus I make you scream See I don't understand why niggas be wantin to do me You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that Cosby kid Rudy Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn Chorus

Hay

CRUCIAL CONFLICT "Final Tic"
[Featuring Three 6 Mafia] [Hook:] X 4 We bogus bogus and mafia! Say what? [Never] Stand tall when this shit jump off Better back back down Got a wild wolf pack attack We'll body snatch em crack em Detach and smack em Run from the gun finna have you some Spin em around ready to drown em Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin Blindfold execution style Certified straight lunatic bucked Good county bounty rowdy better be audi Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers Ride, east coast west coast In the middle, down south, 2 bogus Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin Your trunk and we steady dumpin [Crunchy Black?] It's a motherfuckin stick up Giddy your shit up Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up Crucial Conflict, click I roll with Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up Gimme that money, ain't shit funny Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray? Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby If you know what I'm sayin Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin Face down in the ground hopin dead they live You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat But it ain't where you from it's where you at I'm in the golden, nigga [Hook] X 4 [Coldhard] Well if your city's hardest Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before Paid to do my same life Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new We in the cell too We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose Me and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too [Juicy J] This goes out to all my niggas Flippin cheese and countin figures Put your boy up in the picture Knowin I wanna be down with ya Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas Clicked up like notorious killas Never focused, always bogus Blunts and guns is all we totin Constantly rollin, constantly rollin Tight on white but weed I'm smokin Every corner playas postin Eyes are red from dope we chokin All your hoes they blowin kisses Pay attention to our pimpin Flict, Nino, and the Juice We tear the club up thugs and bitches [Kilo] Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin Dippin in my stridin Never slippin, just slidin, canivin Bogus bogus nigga hopeful Got that mossberg Send the word, Kilo Not because the mac spittin potent dope And this overdose, comatose We gon rush and drain your mind It's a Conflict in the ghetto And we livin in crucial times [Hook] X 4 [Lord Infamous] Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..) I'ma let this mob take off Won't stop until I knock it off The left fill it up till it wet and erupt Erupt like muggin my type busta Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little Feel my force, of course you're hoarse From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle Stabbin up thorugh the ?vouches? Lord Infamous shock absorbin I'm squishin like project roaches Cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus [Wildstyle] Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run Gun got me so gone hit em son We the number one young gun Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none Run up and get done punk Hit em up jump straight bucked When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk It's on fool pull the wrong move And soon lose ya like Lucifer In the middle make a fool of ya Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed Huh? Where ya nuts son? I got Chicago straight Chicago 98 shit figured up on John Doe In the roll no flow peepin at all Close to coast close to crawl Bump em all, put em in shock Cuz ya can't walk or walk If ya know who the boss, pack it up Ya lost, say what? [Hook] (till fade)

No Way Out

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "Bone, Thugs N-Harmony The Collection: VOL. 1"
BTNHResurrection Flesh [Bizzy] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When it's rent time and I done spent mine baby.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When it's rent time and I done spent mine baby.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin' dirty, dirty, dirty.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When it's rent time and I done spent mine baby.] Layzie I'm stuck in this penetentiary called life. Deciphering wrong from right. Dodgin' these institutions, these niggas shootin'. Pullin it low, that's far from right. Facin' the brick wall at a stand still. Was it a dream or was it reality? Naw, it was a nightmare hauntin' my sanity. Like the Lord up in Heaven bannin' me. It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass. I'm down for my grind gettin nowhere fast. I'm a thug so you know a nigga built to last. Point of no return 'bout to kill for cash. Feel my wrath. Murder on the government, war for the niggas on the streets. It'll be no peace 'til the top dog eat. Tryin' to stop my meal. When you catch this heat, (Layyyziiiiie!) six feet deep is where you be layin'. The worms and maggots is where you be stayin'. Desperado 2000: all about the money, murder, and mayhem. I look at my niggas I went to school with, shot pool with, was always cool with. Same niggas that I just can't fool with. Niggas got guns and ready to use it. So I'm trapped up against the wall. Watchin' y'all niggas plottin on me. Tryin' to catch me up in that robbery. Puttin' they bob on me and do a job with me. But I'm proud to be that nigga in the ghetto that just can't stay out. Ain't nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and it ain't no way out (no way out). Flesh [Flesh Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and even your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When you stuck, shit outta luck, and got no hustle to make that buck dawg.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the road you on is a dead-end, left from borrowin' and beggin'.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out.] Bizzy Together forever, I know they want to see us fall. And if I had the money you would probably playa-hate me. Sellin' dummies or dum-dum-dum-dump on every nigga don't wanna see us with no money. You won't see me when I sell it. And when some come want only to visit. No interviews! If I told you, would you tell me like you did it? I hate that, wake that sucker up. Buck, buck, buck! And tell him to take that with him. Nut up! We still thuggin! Spittin' as we run away from prison. Nigga we still runnin'. But the Bad Boy boys is still comin'. Nobody wants to start this revolution. How could they be some soldiers? You ain't never been in no war. The end of it. Been trainin' veteran peacetime. At least I'm gettin' ready. I might could learn to love it. And when I release mine on the public, thuggish ruggish, and plus it's all real. I put that your nine-millimeter. Steal on judges that drink with B. Flesh [Flesh Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and even your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When you stuck, shit outta luck, and got no hustle to make that buck dawg.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the road you on is a dead-end, left from borrowin' and beggin'.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out.] Wish Now all y'all niggas' tough? Y'all ready for violence (violence). But niggas don't give a fuck, we ready to riot (riot). When all the smoke clears y'all niggas is long gone. (Damn!) Niggas learned the hard way Should've stayed at home. A couple on this (uh huh) a couple million on that. (That's right!) Got a couple million on everything we do, can you sell that? It didn't come easy around our way. We had to hustle. Just survive and didn't eat some days. Flesh [Flesh Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and leavin' your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out.] Flesh I'm caught, wanna know my lost soul? Niggas stuck at the crossroad. Thuggin' with my people and I see so much evil in the mist. I hear you but I fear no evil. Look at life revealin', tick-tock, racin' against my time. Nigga it's my grind. Why you comin' to stand here. Nigga better wake up, you're third eye blind. Wow! What a thin line between love and hate. How many gon' survive Armageddon? Just wait 'til it's on that day. And I won't make haste. And I make no mistakes, Satan's chasin' me Lord lead me half of the way. Kickin' up dust, bailin' with my runaway slaves for safety. Livin' in a world so cruel, and I got nothin' to lose, rippin' and thuggin' with trues, smokin' that Swedish cheeba, drinkin' brews. My muthafuckin' niggas killin' when it comes to my scrilla. Bang bang and I gotta stay down for my thug thang, bitch! Bizzy Never ask where the killers at. (Nigga) we run with automatic weapons, all I really wanted was a crowd and get my buck and never choke when the other day I hid away with her. Bone's here and I'll stay with her, lay with her, play with her. Seven other niggas are protectin', smoking hay with her. Would he pray with her, would he pray with her? Oh, no, (no) they'll lose. Keep stressin' Henn' and caffiene and green and nicotine! No…torious, bustin' with my regime! Fiends all around me! Adrenaline pumping new millennium. Thugs caught up, brought up. Believe me, revelation, devistation, holocaust. Fillin' with smokeâ€'the ozone. So can't spend, just listenin'. Go on a God-like mission, tell of all the written inscriptions limited. Nobody was gifted, somebody lifted spliffs, (Oh it's so good!) baby hold this while I'm pissin'. It's nowhere to turn to, no shit, but I'ma stay Christian while I'll stay Columbian. Flesh [Flesh Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and leavin' your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When you stuck, shit outta luck, and got no hustle to make that buck dawg.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the road you on is a dead-end, left from borrowin' and beggin'.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out, ungh!]

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