JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics

Get Em'

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[Mr. Porter:] The games about to get hot, Ayo doc, you better tell them other producer niggas that they bet' not drop, boy Cause mr. porter ain't playing What the fuck is you saying I'll fuck over you mans When my crew get to bringing some guns and start the spraying Have the whole club bowing like some muslims praying Boy, this niggas mad cause I fucked his toots I got a way with hoes my dicks long as yao ming foot, nope Nope nope nah nigga your shits invalid I'm bout money you take some bitches like jimmy fallon Well I'm the type to get em fucked up, drunk and wilin All crunk in the g-5 smilin that's how I (get em, get em) See if you want that hoe back You ain't close to no pimp you should focus on rap I got bars big as coconuts nigga in fact I keep a nine and a extra clip next to my sack [Guilty Simpson:] I don't give a damn my nigga Peep me out I got a bomb ass gun and a landmine trigger Posted at the bar where I slam my liquor Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters You little insect fucksll get crushed No rap clique exists it's just us Saw you little fags Posing in the pages of the rap mags And I am the black flag Spraying ya'll chumps to death I'm that bad And I don't even speak to cats I'm that mad So if I was on some brand new shit So what you little coward niggas won't do shit Approach with caution, your mans got issues And I'm a great shot the heat, will not miss you If we got problems I will not diss you I'm a sick the dogs on ya'll to come get you [Jay Electronica:] Six minutes jay elect your on I transform And blast on a nigga like megatron I got the power I'm on fire like the west wing of the pentagon and the north tower I'll break yo ass off proper The resident doctors givin out one way tickets to ask biggie smalls who shot ya These fuck niggas ain't real like snufalufagus That's why when they bumpin they gums we let the muskets buss You don't believe me, ask em We smack rappers in they face spit on they kicks and blast em Yeah, get nervous now I'm a fuckin animal with the verbs and nouns I'm a fuckin cannibal in the herd of clowns You niggas look like heaps of steaks and burger mounds When my ears start ringin, and them voices say hit em, I have no motherfuckin choice but to get em

It Ain't Easy

2PAC "Me Against The World"
Keepin it real [Verse One: 2Pac] I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high Watchin the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right [Chorus: 2Pac] It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free [repeat 3X] [Verse Two: 2Pac] I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died I wonder why this the way it is, even now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my niggaz free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh It ain't easy [Chorus 2.75] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers through the years tryin to stack a little green I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what do I do in these county blues Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who And these fakes get to shakin when they face me Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile It ain't easy No it ain't easy [Chorus] [Chorus]

Carolina On My Mind

J. COLE "The Come Up"
Yeah, Yea Yea, uh, It's Carolina, nigga, Yeah Ay, Fayettenam, Yeah! Listen, alive and still kickin nigga, I survived the ville, But a lot will not, so they will glocks and bonnevilles Niggas lying, still get high, they ride and kill, Money hungry, tryna find a meal. Can't stay inside and chill, Little niggas thinking: 'fuck school, I'm finna sign a deal!' Hunting hoes, trapping niggas, Lying like they on the pill, Preachers say we blessed, But all we feel is stressed, tryna deal. If this liquor don't help, nigga, this marijuana will, Roll up, I take a shot for them niggas behind the steel –gates, My mind is still- racing, I'm tryna kill- snakes, Cause niggas is fake, but wait, time reveals so, Nevermind, that real shit is what I am tryna build. It's kinda I'll how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel, A nigga so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill, It's kinda I'll how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel, A nigga so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill. Yeah, Yo, Coming home, y'all, Listen, At any given time, got the city on my mind, The city on my mind, The city on my mind, I'm riding round feeling like the city, it is mine, The city, it is mine, The city, it is mine, At any given time, Carolina on my mind, Carolina on my mind, Carolina on my mind, Said "I feel ya pain nigga, but I'm tryna go for mine," I'm tryna go for mine, I'm tryna go for mine, Hey, Ay, fuck them hoes, let them bunnies be, Perfect vision I'm 20/20 for this money, G, See it's funny, you get that paper, then them honeys show, Cause they know we finna blow, like a runny nose, Money goes, the money come. Barely twenty-one, I'm thinking big things, Momma in the mansion with the fish tanks, The Carolina way. If you in college then you know the crime won't pay, Lest you find a way, fuck what them niggas is tryna say, Cause in Carolina- we thorough, My niggas hold it down all the way from Fayettenam to the G borough, And up in Winston, and Raleigh, did I mention? The Bull City got them ol' fake niggas flinchin' Tar heels state, either you shooting or you hoopin' yo, Niggas can't wait for them Panthers to win the Superbowl, So shout out to them super cold niggas up in Charlotte, No matter the city, man, Carolina shine, regardless! Yea, Yo, coming home nigga! [Deacon:] Riding big in an ol' school Chevy With the windows down when I'm rolling through my city, like, Ooh! On my way to meet up with a freak and my nigga drunk beating She can hear me down the street, she like 'Ooh!' Blew game and I do my thing, Ain't tryna settle down, I ain't shopping for no ring, Oh no! Riding with my niggas for the weekend, Carolina sounds pumping out the speakers, like Ooh!

Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2

WU-TANG CLAN "Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)"
[Intro: The Genius/GZA (from 'Clan in Da Front')] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what This goes back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it [Verse Two: Method Man] I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man Meth-Tical On the chessbox [Verse Three: Inspector Deck] Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode [Verse Four: Ghostface Killer] Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave [Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA] Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics [Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard] Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior Killer Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE [Verse Seven: Genius/GZA] My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers

Come & Go

AER "The Reach"
[Carter:] A bit more time till I get that sign that tells me I can go Evolution the solution, heres some tickets to my show Escape this in case you can’t identify my flow Gotta wake up and make my take of this forsaken word Fitted cap on ready to get my night on A-life grey covering’ up my toes, feline’ double oh seven Sneaking up in the darkness, showin’ up is the hardest I’m alarming, the door kicks open I see my boys and some kush gettin’ smoked in In and out the door, ate a bit, refrigerator with the 40s Priority of tonight is unite us [Dave:] Hear the rhythm and bump Fall in love with the funk Let us hand off the vibe to you Hands up high if you want it Give me nothin’ I’ma write a song Give a shit what outsider’s on Never have and I won’t stop You can tell me anything you want [Carter:] Even, thinkin’ about, and drinkin’ that Shit from last night, I can’t do it Weak stomach, spendin’ cash on the rum and the drugs Even if the stocks have plummeted To the ground, compensation with a good time And it sounds like you gotta go, no more time for me It’s like a rhino muy thai fighting a freak But then I jolt awake, bout to break, headache stronger than the power of fate And I remember back, it goes 1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, all the way to ten like Lil Jon’s living in the back of my head Then the blackening begins, sins were happenin’ like the rapture being captured again One, two, three Scream out loud Fighting for you I said we fight for the youth (The Reach, aha! Yeah!)

Mudd Was Here

50 CENT
Yo Yo Yo You didn't know I was comin Till you saw the cops comin While I was comin In my girl she aint did nuthin They fuckin took her like she was thiers The ran down the stairs Then I pulled up my underwheres I ran after them They had her in the pen Barking like a dog with open arms Tellin me to come save her Its the middle night lame-o I dont think I could help ya Even if I was yo savior (chorus) You aint worth it to me Hey Mudd was here You aint worth it to me Hey Mudd was here Pass me a beer x2 You saw me walkin down the street Stompin my feet, to ma own beat Didnt give a shit But ma shoes was shinin Hoes was linin, up To give ma dick a suck Gave every bitch a pluck As I hit my fuckin pocket book Dont tell me you cant hear me or see me I know you see me You be dancin in the street and Lookin at me like shit man haha (Chorus) Yo dis is 50 young man New plan Fuck ppl up like Jackie Chan I was drivin ma van Gave your chink as wip lash Gave ma ass a slap From your whip You rockin me good Bed bout ready to break I know that i should FUCK YOU (chorus)

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