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JAY-Z lyrics

Money A Thing

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OH YEA THIS IS SUM REAL S** RIGHT HERE BABY GURL.GIVE IT TO ME So So Def Yeah yeah Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay Z [Jermaine Dupri] In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang [Jay Z] Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy Where you at haters? Repeat 1 [Jermaine Dupri] My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that WILL GIVE HEAD TO YOU Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing Repeat 1 [Jay-Z] Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice [Jermaine Dupri] Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what, you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gonna take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy Repeat Chorus So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is rock Rock on

Tip Of The Tongue

Mad Skillz "From Where???"
[Mad Skillz] Uhh.. nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouse Uh what nigga? Tch, uhh, uhh, uhh.. Watch my style rise like ? on your eyes And battlin is hard, like retards becomin Jedi's Watch the dread fry, submerge it from tripes Born from a virgin, with a eye in her back So where you at -- when I choose to chew through rhythms makin bitches WOOF, like they had seven niggaz with em MC's is sleazy, plus they styles is easy Fool take that shit to help son and give it to fuckin Wheezy or Helen, I'm crackin open MC's melons Tonight aight yo, I'ma leave some microphones swellin (Man I be flowin) Whatcha flow got to do with me? Yo I'm wiser so be Pryor and act like you can't see I'm the abyss so wack niggaz take a dive I'm over killer beats the average kids won't survive You wanna battle? Come on and bring it on son I got your whole family tree on the tip of my tongue Chorus: Mad Skillz (repeat 4X) Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue I swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung) [Mad Skillz] Check it I flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight face Attitude's, like I parked in they handicapped space but I wets it, wrecks it when I mic checks it Givin girls my number backwards, tellin em I'm dyslexic Don't front -- you know what type of shit I'm on Rippin mics of all types, Verbal Master Sha-Kwan You were warned about the Northside click Bitch, flex, and get your neck stretched like Dionne Warwick Let me lick a shot for all my niggaz in the streets Gettin ill keepin it real doin what they gotta do to eat Compete and get hit with dizzy techniques The only crossin over I'm doin is a motherfuckin street So listen, I get in where I fit in and word to God I like beats hard like holdin your shit in, sit in on the session watch your body get numb A real MC keeps his skills on the tip of his tongue, what? Chorus [Mad Skillz] Verse, tre, who's tryin to leave in a hearse today? See Skillz has skills since your great grandma'a first birthday In the worst way, my styles be diesel My crew ain't goin no-fuckin-where nigga we the Forever People Gettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang ya So MC's don't talk to me, just consider me a stranger Take a toke I hope you don't choke Cause if you ever see my shit it'll be through a kaleidoscope Leavin marks to embark then gettin beat sparked Floatin lyrics from the tip like an ark I got rhymes to stand the test of time I'm bound to climb, when I go one time for your mind I'm fulfillin my purpose in life, pah (what is it?) See I was put here so wack niggaz, would know how wack they are You know who you are your shit's saggin, word is bond My shit's tighter than five virgins in a Volkswagen Chorus 2X Do you have any idea how tight, that, five virgins, well, fuck it..

The Return

PAC DIV "GMB"
[Verse 1: Mibbs] It's the return to the city of the angels and demons Where the party's still popping while the neighbors is sleeping Police helicopters flying over our heads I don't know what happened but I hope that nobody's dead You know that shit don't stop so now it's back to the basics Living above the law, that's some classic LA shit And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit Been on a hiatus, now we back to our greatness Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc' Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation I tell him get with this pick up or she [?] [Hook: Ty$] Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga She said you's a broke ass nigga And girls just wanna have fun Ride around, top down in the sun She want a nigga that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something She need a nigga that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something Yea, yea [Verse 2: Like] K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow I did though, don't act like you never fucked with no big ho We from that big coast where the 6 4's hop And where the guns might bust, and where there's none like us House parties cracking 'til the sun light's up Name another trio with a buzz like us Name another trio who can bust like us Who get love like us, but there's none I trust [Hook] [Verse 3: BeYoung] Say rest in peace to the homie Chick Hearn Floss too much and you bound to get served Talk reckless and it's bound to get heard Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs Don't think it's just the birds Surfing and sunshine Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly Cutthroat, cut ties That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white Pack heats and Niggas after cash like it's always tax season Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin' Yea, that's the city that I'mma never leaving We get high [Hook]

Where You At

AMANDA PEREZ "Angel"
where you at? uhh... where you at huh where you at huh uhh... where you at huh where you at huh [verse 1] since the age of 11 stayed in my room 24/7 yeah I stay in da lab w/ a pen and a pad cuz music was all I had so god gifted my music god be gifting yeah they be tripin on all the music that I be mixin it can be hip hop or r&b yeah I can rap and I can sing got any questions go head and give me a ring I can make a beat for you in 10mins or less I'm the best and I'll have you stress go head and give me a test cuz it's right here I guarentee that I can prove it I don't need no one to make my music cuz I write it produce it and to those who had money but wouldn't bring me up now you stuck so can you tell me wut wut wut tell me [Chorus 6x] now what where you at? now what where you at? now what where you at? I'm way in the front you way in the back now what where you at? now what where you at? now what where you at? huh huh where you at? see everything I do is with my blood sweat and tears give you what I feel make you love what you hear that no one in this world would ever bring me down five years from now still be in town breaking it down nothing but grand material bump this shit in your sterio got you wanting sterical cuz my shit so lyrical to all the men who said they put my foot in the door just took my music now it's me they ignore tell everyone they didn't know what wasn't so they told me I was worth much much more they said I deserve my big chance so I signed that contract and now I'm set 10 years in advanced to those who didn't give a suck I wish you luck now can you please tell me what wut wut tell me wut [Chorus 4x] now what where you at? now what where you at? now what where you at? I'm way in the front you way in the back now what where you at? now what where you at? now what where you at? huh huh where you at?

Black Girl Lost

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. JoJo Hailey) [(click) (dialtone) (numbers being dialed)] [phone rings, is picked up right away] [G1] HELLO! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga in here stressin talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again [G2] What, that God Body shit [G1] Yeah, that dumb shit I'm tryin to get up OUTTA here [G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight [G1] Word f'real where [G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal NOT THAT WHITE STUFF! [G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at [JoJo Hailey] Listen.. to reason Pretty baby baby listen.. [Nas] A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin The head'll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she's out Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us But for now that's a whole different zone from us, word! [Chorus: JoJo Hailey] Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs And there goes.. a black girl.. lost [Nas] Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest to who'sever gettin down and trifless To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah) There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours Face glistenin, I'm addicted to you Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets Must've had a bad deal in the past though Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed Typical day that the black girl sees Comin home wantin more from a college degree [Chorus] [Nas] Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed) Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to Everything that move be inside you Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers Damn look, there goes a black girl lost [JoJo Hailey] You should be ashamed of yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doin silly things that is wrong Black girl.. [fades out]

The Recipe

MACK 10 "Recipe"
The Recipe f/ Binky, Boo Kapone, CJ Mac, Techniec [Mack 10 talking] Yo, Mack 10, with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates. CJ Mac, Binky Mac, Boo Kapone, and the homie Techniec. [Mack 10] Now here we go, it's the show stopper, noodle knocker Gung ho, 1-O fo sho the door clocker I keep it rough with that red or blue shit Hoo Bang crew shit, Recipe new shit It's off the hinges, and my friends is Rollin, twelve cylinder Benz's with the chrome 20 inches So fuck all the haters and the non believers Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic No static shit with the radio and watch em add it Hoo Bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn What's your favorite song? Don't hate, sing along I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly So, hang around for the go down Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town And have it my way, jewlery parvay Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the Mojave Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me [Techniec] No bustas, no peace Rock the black fleece, Techniec In the gray off Caprice, dogs stay off the leash Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you That ain't the way I do thangs I Hoo Bang So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers Show niggas, Recipes, hoes, guns and funds Blowfish, big tits, dubs and hunds With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin Young innovative, Long Beach native This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative You niggas don't want test me Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me Form the Recipe [Hook:] X 2 If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for? We got the Recipe, best to be, in it for the dough! [Binky Mac] Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Gettin closer to God tryin to clutch what I can't touch Time to get paper in the wind like a caper Hoo Bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya Flossy ass Rolex that's iced to the sickle Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled Now nigga what? When you see Binky Mac, throw it up! Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up [Boo Kapone] I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle Fly, gettin high by the motherfuckin tunnel A sick ass nigga, that's how I gotta be Smack my Bitch Up, like my name was Prodigy Two glocks, four fifths and ak's Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids I stay flamed up, never been tamed up My little homie died last year, I hit his name up For the 99 I'm yellin redrum Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb I smash fools cuz cash rules, like Castro You want these fuckin slugs fast or slow, hoe? Oh, I got the 44 for all y'all BJ been day hoes Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho [Hook] X 4 [CJ Mac] Motherfuckers better know, want LA, you must see me Fuck the niggas frontin on tv City locked, got the key to the streets baby Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue Like a missle pierce stomach tissue Top 20 motherfucker you, make a nigga wanna muzzle you We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks Pool hall nigga made good Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow! Fuck around and get your channel changed Handle thangs with the German Hit the sherm-an Leave em squirm-an C Mac, twista get rich Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's Hoo Bangas bitch Check this style playa, check this technique Check the way I ride or walk playa Check the way I ride or speak I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted Cris don mowed up, Mac don blowed up, got em sewed up Nigga who bangin? Who's sangin? All this cheddar round me, niggas think I'm through bangin But nah, Hoo Ridas bust straps and love dough If you ain't in this for the cheddar what you in this for? You know? [Hook] X 4

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