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JAY-Z lyrics - American Gangster

Success

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[Jay-Z:] I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it Let that bitch breathe! I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less What do I think of success It sucks too much to stress I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big I don't know what the fuss is My career is illustrious My rep is impeccable I'm not to be fucked with, with shit Let that bitch breathe! I'm way too important to be talking extorting Asking me for a portion is like asking me for a coffin Broad daylight I off ya on switch Ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss, Bye-bye, my reply, blah-blah Blast burner then pass burner, to TyTy Finish my breakfast, why? I got an appettite for destruction and you're a small fry Now where was I Let that bitch breathe! I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor I'm pissed off, is this what success all about A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths All this stress, all I got is this big house Couple cars, I don't bring half of them shits out All this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out I mean I like the taste, could have saved myself six hours How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu Hold up, let me move my bowels I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys [Juan:] Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga [Jay-Z:] I got watches I ain't seen in months Apartment at the Trump I only slept in it once Nigga said Hova was over, such dummies Even if I fell I land on a bunch of money Y'all ain't got nothing for me Nas, let that bitch breathe! [Nas:] Success, McLaren, women starin' My villain appearance Sacred blood of a king In my vein ain't spillin' Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill, Romero Camaro driven I climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin' Is it the hunt for the shit that you want To receive is great but I lust giving The best jewelers want to make my things I make Jacob shit on Lorraine, just to make me a chain Niggas mention of one love, came home to paper in hand Ain't got to brag about the feds young man Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents Worst enemies want to be my best friends Best friends want to be enemies, like that's what's in But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in Up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much Like Mike Jack's ATV Pub, Mottola can't touch Let this bitch breathe! [Jay-Z & Nas:] Let this bitch breathe!

Money On Tha Couch

JUVENILE "Solja Rags"
[First Verse:] I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams, My coke organization still infestin' the land, No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas, Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers, Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise, Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life, Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus, Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas, Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it, Now my name is implicated with the greatest Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H., Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate, Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate, Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects, Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks, But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with, Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin' Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction, Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at? Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black, Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal, Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner, I'm sure he would have gone before the judge With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug, Told my bitch I want him dead, Bring me his head, fill him with lead, Heard what I said? Don't betray me, I'll put you on the streets and make you weak, With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth, And built you a home next to the beach, And luxury cars we creep Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet [Chorus:] Money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga [Second Verse:] I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw, He sold up outta his backyard, And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward, You know he rolls up in the caddy, It's about that time to go roasts and vogue, I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe, Nigga Russ was up in that car shop, Ready to get all the seats fixed, Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik, Shit, I'm the lyrical genius, Drop down on your knees to the penis, The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but I never did seen it I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges, And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages, Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina, When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs, Ya better be top notch, or I'ma cock my rhyme glock, To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor, [Chorus] [Third Verse:] I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake, Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin' hoes play, They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire, I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher, Due to my clique I walked to the front door, Hope it ain't them po-po's, I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind, "What I have to run for?", Nobody would want to test me, Especially comin' to arrest me, Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold, Keep it chilly chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money, Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way, I'm drinkin' for honey, If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky, You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies, A part of a "ki" is all that I need, To get on my feet, up outta the weed, The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin' them kis, I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now, Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down Niggas be comin' with dope lines, Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine, I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time, No fuckin' ya up cuz you know I'm, Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin', And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz I'm steadily plottin' [Chorus]

Nowhere To Run

DMX "The Great Depression"
[ODB] It's that shit, you know what I'm sayin' I'm a give a shout out to my niggas I ain't givin' a shout out to no Park, nobody, fuck that Big Baby Jesus in the mother fucking house Know what I'm sayin' [DMX] Unh, come on I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork Shuttin' down underground streets of New York Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em Blood bath went I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em Full clip, but only half did 'em That's all it took, another crook Taken out over a dirty look I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead You're only taken a piss from me with hot led You know my style nigga, 'cause I'm always schemin' In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin' Police, but you got no peace Yo, was that you big man, and alot mo' grease All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be runnin' this [Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne] Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be runnin' this) Ain't nowhere to hide (come on) Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this) Reaper saved your soul (come on) [Ozzy Osborune] Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on) Locking open doors again, I'm still afraid of you (straight up, mother fucker) Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew (come on) Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do (straight up) Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on) I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme (come on) If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I'm through (come on) And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you (Dirt Dog in effect) [Chorus] [ODB] ahhhh, yi yi yi yi (come on) [Chorus] [ODB] ha ha ha ha ha ha ha What you mother fuckers invented Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented ha ha ha ha ha Most know, don't front on Ol' Dity Bastard ha ha ha ha I call on Jesus There's no obstacles that you have to jump There's no walls that you have to climb This is real, this is elementary dear Elementary, Watson, Elementary ahhhhh I ain't no pictue on your fore wall, necklace wearin' beard You don't want this money till it's rich Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free Go against the grain, I got the p I know you don't recognize me now I dunked your tongue How many lightening bulbs do it take to light up a fuck mode Brothers, people, you'd better get the fuck off of me We don't need it, it gets more ugly Fools tryin' to bust their ass Tryin' to get away from me when I said my real name I call myself in the niggas butthole All the same, all the same, all the same [Ozzy Osborune] Ain't nowhere to run Ain't nowhere to hide Ain't nowhere to go Reaper saved your soul [ODB] ahhh yi yi yi yi What, mother fucker Don't try to psychology my shit, mother fucker 'cause you'll never psychology it, mother fucker Never, never, never, mother fucker, never

Oh Father

PASTOR TROY "D.S.G.B. I Am D.S.G.B."
I was that cool motherfucker but living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers society they made me a fool motherfucker and sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover huh I'm sorry mother motherfuckers just ain't like me the fucking grave by twenty one is so likely a million letters from the penn niggaz writing me fuck the system the DEA sellin all the damn yay so I pray them fuckers die and when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry and make they families eternally have to cry and crucify me and label me the n ride I testify I'm ready Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X] Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head there is to much drama in theses streets to much heat and she said wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room I'm prayin soon that my income cause income is halted if you got then I got it but anyone can talk it and i thought it was simply me but it's universal cause this shit's the real deal try to feel the commercial america tell me where is the freedom of liberty this place ain't meant for me so I got a quarter key and move it like ryder trucks those crackers are already stuck a path for my niggaz because my niggaz ain't give a fuck bout nothin they had to say we always move tha yay your game but we can play and lucifer better pray that I do not do what i just planned to do yesterday I sware to god in Georgia Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X] This is for my folks in Cuba This is for my folks in Jamaica This is for my folks in Africa, we ready Them crackers had me fucked up I scooped a job for a minute but couldn't deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say but I tried I'm told there is a better way but who going to pull me inside they in they ride disappointed because I had bad luck I ain't ever goin to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck my people roll they window up and then they hit and they lock its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block man everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed everybody's trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge and when theses motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friends no way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye cause this is chaos they after us we'll never succede cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee if we stop competing get our children off these fucking streets and get 'em to reading now I'm just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone I'm telling ya there ain't nothing new up under the sun you got your gun well fuck ya gun if you goin run when they chase ya why don't you do some of that crazy shit threathen tha basser now or later we going to have to stand up and fight we pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights now I know I ain't right but ill be damned if I'm wrong they say two wrongs don't make a right but it is making me strong and when I'm gone I hope this song rang in your heart my nigga ain't no better time then right now to start Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [echoes] [repeat 4X]

Made Man

SILKK THE SHOCKER "Made Man"
[Silkk] Last Year I was the help, This year I'm the boss You don't like it Fuck ya'll, they'll find ya'll niggas lost Fuck with real niggas, mob figures, not tru niggas that's soft I talking about visiting some of you niggas, some of you niggas is talk I always been a made man starting I was a teen Through the streets where I knew how to hustle so the Don put me down on his team Told me ya down to take a chance Ya gotta be down to dirty dance, If so the world can be yours, so I put my life in his hands I know I'm up in the game but I learned quickly Told me to live good but wouldn't give it up when they come to get you Told me never make moves with your heart Never snitch if you get caught, never trust nobody a 100 percent realize anybody can be bought Everybody got a price Money's nothing without power, respect, loyalty it's a way of life You've been chosen to be the Made Man everybody gotta turn but it's rules to this shit that everybody gotta learn So go from poverty to riches before I rule, choose my girl Today it's the streets, tomorrow I rule the world. [Chorus] I want the world the and everything up in it No settling this time, this time, the sky's the limit Power, loyalty, respect, from the cradle to the grave I wanted to rule and I did, the day I was made, I'm a Made Man I want the world the and everything up in it No settling this time, this time, the sky's the limit Born leader, cradle to the grave I wanted to rule and I got my chance the day I was made, I'm a Made Man [Silkk] I want the finer things, the cars, house, and diamond rings wait patiently cause I know that time will bring it I'm a Made Man touch it no mo, I don't touch no coke I'm a made man, fuck it, I don't even show up for court Judge tried to give me ten pointed the middle finger cause I thought he was trippin I can tell him why every nigga I had beef with, them niggas wind up missing Used to be broke but now it's nothing but dollar signs Used to be convicted felonies but now if I get convicted it's white collar crimes Shit never been nervous, if I was never let it show Cause of my baby face I did a lot of crime but they let me go usually females come to get me never ever leave no witnesses If i gotta do it, it gotta get done, nothing personal just business A Made Man with a vision, learned to master the system My family never seen me, I just send them presents on Christmas I want the world, take trips to Reno stop in the Casino make a lot of loot, have suits designed by Valentino I want the world and everything up in it, when I said it I meant it Time to ride high but this time the sky's the limit Some it feels like my last line, my last rhyme gave the world to little brother never been nothing but the last Don I want the world [Chorus]

No Parts Of Us

BENZINO "Benzino Project"
(feat. Bobby Brown, Prodigy) [Prodigy talking] Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah Fuck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying Straight like that from the bottom of my heart Man this is silly I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean Fuck all y'all niggas, straight like that What up [Hook 2x: Bobby Brown (Benzino)] Don't start with me (Benzino, B. Brown, Hangmen 3) You don't want to see that side of me I don't really care how hard ya be I just know you don't want a war with me So don't fuck with me [Prodigy] Aiyyo, it's war this night and over run up on ya few Boss niggas dump bullets and get rid of that crew You gotta bang niggas out Fuck that shit is serious Give it to 'em niggas, kid show them how real it is These punk motherfuckers get their head pushed, leds bust Guns on their friends and they feds dunn yeah dunn Venalate niggas hear 'em out Wear niggas out Get them before they get you Open up your eyes, true Look alive, dunn its not a game Its not thing for you to get body Thats why we don't play So where the bags for the fuck back Before I squeeze more shots and murder more bastards [Hook 2x: Bobby Brown] Don't start with me You don't want to see that side of me I don't really care how hard ya be I just know you don't want a war with me So don't fuck with me [Benzino] Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that Bring beef where your motherfucking cribs at Shove knives in your chest where your ribs at Get money with my Hangmen, split that Come thick when we show those guns Doing 1-6-0 on the Autobahn Ride all night drink cris til dawn Tonight we don't care, right from wrong Anybody wanna kick the same old song Bitch-ass niggas won't last too long, motherfucker [Hook 2x: Bobby Brown] Don't start with me You don't want to see that side of me I don't really care how hard ya be I just know you don't want a war with me So don't fuck with me [Bobby Brown] Meet you overnight Rest now thats tomorrow My projects thorough Tribes with Made Men, now you know No matter what happened in the barium rocks Still remain with my pistol in my palm cocked God damn, country, all shit is sick Cause shit ain't but a bag full of fucking tricks Addition and money in my pocket So I'm a dip into my bag and grab my motherfucking clip Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like fuck And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up No hold barred and its time to get paid over I'm broke, ain't nuttin funny I need money [Bobby Brown & Benzino (Bobby Brown)] Fuckers want to try and change the game (I did that) Try throw dirt on my name (You got that) Storm them for their fortune and fame (You want that) Twenty karats on my neck, wrist and brain (I flaunt that) [Hook 6x: Bobby Brown] Don't start with me You don't want to see that side of me I don't really care how hard ya be I just know you don't want a war with me So don't fuck with me

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