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JAY-Z lyrics - The Dynasty Roc La Familia

Stick 2 The Script

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[Clue] Yeah.. DJ Clue! A/K/A/, William, M. Holla.. with William H. Holla [Jay-Z] The world's most infamous [Clue] The Holla family nigga [Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon [Clue] Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel! Stick to the script! [Jay-Z] We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script [Clue] Remember where you heard it first.. stupid! [Jay-Z] Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script [Clue] D.. J.. CLUE! [Jay-Z] YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!) I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!) I rock my jewels (JEWELS) I'm not a fool (FOOL!) In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (Ha hah!) When I'm skatin through the city and I stop and kick it Be the most asked question - how I got them digits? I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches And I stick to the script, that's my advice so life Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words to the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand And it was all good just a week ago We lost Todd E., but we still eatin though For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets til we reach Malik or the date of E's release Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin reefer over to this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script C'mon! [Chorus: Jay-Z] Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script {*scratch* 'You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers'} Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script {*scratch* 'You in the streets nigga, make your moves'} {*scratch* 'Y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing'} [Beanie Sigel] Geah, uh-huh Yeah, money over bitches nigga {*scratch* 'This Philly cat ba.. back at it'} Stick to the script, yo Aiyyo they don't call me Mac for nuttin I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mac be frontin But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again You can be my hoe bitch, I can't make you my friend because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit I don't need you; let welfare feed you Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal 'Shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself (Yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself' Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man I roll with a sturdy click that'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops Shit I'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script nigga [Chorus] Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script .. Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon

What Goes Around

NAS "Stillmatic"
[Chorus] Ayo its poison, ecstacy, coke You say its love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescripting us medicine which is poison Doctors injecting our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison [Verse 1] Niggas up in my hood be getting shot giving poison In hospitals, shots rittle the block Little children and elderly women run for their lives Drizzling rain come out the sky every time somebody dies, Must be out my fucking mind, what is this, the hundreth time Sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did Its funny how these black killer companies is making money off us Fast food, colas, sodas skull and bone crossers [Chorus] [Verse 2] Sisters up in my hood trying to do good given choices When pregnant drop out of school or have abortions Stop working hoping that they find a man that will support them Up late night on they mothers cordless, thinking a perm or Bleaching cream will make better when they gorgeous White girls tanning, lypo suction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips thats life destruction Lightskin women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves Denying even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I overstand the mental poison Thats even worser than drugs [Chorus] [Verse 3] Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of taking me down is poison Who want beef now, my heat shell annoyed them, plaow [Talking] Never to worry, all the wrong doers got it coming back to em A thousand times over Every dog has its day and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to em Everyone reaps what they sew that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Yall be strong [Verse 4] The China-men built the railroad The Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggas share gifts every day like Christmas Slay bitches and party everyday like this is the last I'm with my heckles connecting and we hitting the lad This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about ki's, its all poison How could you call yourself emcees you ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead with the poison And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison Who want beef now, my heat shell annoyed them, plaow [Hook] What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga [Verse 5] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey Light skin with herpees Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it From letting fags suck him off Rikers Island in nine-three Drives in Benz, hangs in all the parties All the concerts, backstage where the stars be Rocking their shirts in bitches faces like clockwork Whats your name, where you from, chain blinging Thinking girls everywheres dumb, taking powder ruining their lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head he got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDs I contemplate, believing in karma Those on top could just break and wont be eating tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleeping on niggas dreams They leave when they nigga blow she the first bitch on her knees Knowing dudes thats neglecting their seeds Instead of taking care of em they spending money on trees I pray for you deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown its too late for you Now you old and you getting shitted on Its all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember [Hook]

Hookers At The Point

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips"
Look baby don't play me, play lotto okay, you gotta try to cum okay I'm a nice girl don't play me out I know it's not everything baby but I'm out here working and I gotta pay up Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack 7 times she got stabbed in the back By a regular john she dealt with many times before That's what she gets for being a whore though She walked the streets, patent leather mini skirt With the zipper, damn I know her kitty hurt 10 hour shifts she thinking' bout retiring Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I think she lying man Shell suck a jewish lawyer, or an african cabby It ain't about the money tryna get back at my daddy Plus I'm feenin tryna smoke me some crack in the alley Grease the cops, found her mouth in north captain o'malley Yeah, it's Hoookers at the point Bitch, get my motherfucking drink bitch Henny Carterfield, in the fuckin sniffter don't put it in the rock glass again please You fucking stupid bitch treat you like garbage kick you in ya fuckin ass Come here bitch, put your breath on my pinky ring bitch Get my motherfucking drink bitch HENNY As I ride inside my 92' Seville Windows half down so I can see my bitches in the field Best believe they drinking daddy money How you think I copped the caddy dummy Tryna get this puff daddy money The name silk but all my bitches call me montel Spit the marvel, with the soft top not the hard shell Three shades of green suit hat and matching lizards 8 bitches look like they straight from the alaskian blizzard Bitch get my money 'fo I kill ya You know the life you chose But know you wanna be a mother The kid will be retarded you can add him to his brother Do the world a favor line your pussy up and rubber Now you done made me spill my henny on my pinky ring My nails are filed perfect though right you see me shinin Now get the fuck up out my car and say [?] We gettin luchey this is hookers at the point Bitch Dos en el morning, rocking sweatpants and Slowly approaching animals in motion Pussy safari, twenty for a lay Ten for a BJ, but free for some free base Before I purchase, I wanna peak at the turkey Make sure that it's perky so it won't turn my dick to jerky Open the door, soon as she sat down, she took a bump She caught the rush, then made a hooker grunt Let's talk about me, I'm always on the road Got a little dick, many of the secrets I behold Name is dano born in the Bronx, half Puerto Rican Drive a truck hooked on dope cook a soul Was once a prospect for the twin now I'm on a mission Cryin naked shootin dope up in the kitchen Falling asleep right on the shitter Word to robero clemente dog I'm still a hitter, yeah!

Trump Change

E-40 "The Element Of Surprise"
Trump change? (Chump change) Nah TRUMP change patnah not chump change Trump change I'm talkin Donald Trump change I'm talkin deep man I'm talkin y'know? E Feezee Chorus: E 40 TRUMP CHANGE 32.5 Northstar with the with the ? FRAMES ? candy coated paint push it wet Roller skatin on them thangs! Ridin federal Super flossin full tank of petrol Me and my Mossie TRUMP CHANGE Lucrative loot long money, big bread Step on my boots, next day, he was dead Shit you not, all I gotta do is cough to have your motherfuckin head knocked off Nigga you ? if you don't get no damn money Just remember no matter how much motherfuckin fetti you sittin on you still a damn nigga Y'all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies Y'all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies Little man complex, and if I ain't little then I'm big, and if I'm big then I got, big man complex Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel Oyster Perpetual Rolex Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water up out the public park sphinx But most of the time it's Louis the Thirteenth, sixteen hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stop Mo' candy than ?, flamboast and brag Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag! Bought a brand new Jag without, lookin at the price tag Chorus Fresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of guns with my left-over cop money, pay cash all ones Talk to money, I feed the dopefiends crumb It's monumental, when they let me use they rental I'm a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese than the Green Bay Packers, pay off the vice ain't never went out Blackwards I'm engaged to this dope game, no swivel We talked about gettin out, but it's not official When there's a drought we don't fret, we handle business Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes that can make that shit and when they cook that shit it's just like dinner But cluckheads don't use forks and spoons They use TV antennas Chorus BAR-NONE, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation If it wasn't for some of that Tired of Being Stepped On shit when I was locked up, I probably wouldn't have never made it Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much Puttin the ? on ? if I could do it all over again I'd do it just like I was locked up on a Friday, went to court on a Tuesday Third strike victim, judge tried to do me Lookin at my folks on TV Nigga that's my nigga! In the day room VALLEJO NIGGA VALLEJO NIGGA! Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall Up in here, we get the news before y'all Now you know we ain't supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones Dude why you jaw jackin Well what's the new thing? White collared crime computer hackin Ticket scalpin, and dang near e'rybody that I know be tryin to Charlie Hustle and get they paper sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches Just tapes, I let my boys drive my toys Radar dectectors and po-po scanners makin hella noise Lookin out for the ? Chorus

Gangsta, Gangsta

BEANIE SIGEL "Reason"
(feat. Kurupt) [Beanie Sigel] (Yo) Who wanna fuck wit', the fat boy of the Roc (blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim Mac pullin' capers again Fuck with that money paper then Light as a rock, gonna light up the block Don't believe in cases, goin all out Paintin' faces, switch my picture, like tradin' places For that money what Everybody hands up, or hands down money tucked I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck Ay money, shut the fuck up It's only a stickup You don't stand a chance, give it quick up You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pickup Enough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuff Don't get smacked like a hockey puck I ain't wit' that rocky stuff I'm strapped got this gat (Blah blah blah blah) What [Chorus: Kurupt and Beanie 2x] Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nothing to it One more time run through it, everybody hands up Alright hands down money tucked [Beanie Sigel] I'm on fire like a molotov cocktail I'm high off them cocktails Dangerous gone broke, my aim is no joke Duct taped, roped, strangle your folks Box cut across the throat (nope) Bang the four 'till it's broke Prey on niggas in a circlular pattern Catch you playin' craps, car in reverse I'm circlin' back Man I stay up in them dice games, fuck a ice chain A Ice ring, I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change Incase a nigga might swing, they gets a might thang Pull out the right thang, show em it's a spike thang Make you do the right thing, like a Spike Lee joint Bang that pussy and his right knee joint You get the sergeant and cap couldn't tell mack (freeze) I'm like a rat dodgin' traps when it come to the cheeze Backwards wrapped my trough Wont hesitate to clap ya folks I'm on tilt like a rapid () [Chorus 2x] [Beanie Sigel] Back now nigga, all black down nigga Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns nigga Frontline, clap down, backround niggas One nine clap crowns, and smack down niggas Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggas Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops you sports ass nigga Wouldn't shoot a game of pool 8-ball in the corner pocket, stop it You niggas flippin' Guess jeans profit Disrespectin' eskell, expectin' to sell You got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin' the L Don't got 20's on ya wheels disrespectin' the car You burnin rubber and that squad, disrespectin the tar You niggas wore ass backwards, 'vessinal gat Same thing with your hustle, rustled and packed The ball back on missions Drop the east the mack more vicious Back to snatch or crack off dishes [Chorus 2x]

Can I Get Paid (Get Your Broke Ass Out) Da Stripper's Anthem

Gangsta Boo "Both Worlds *69"
(Juicy J, DJ Paul) Hypnotize Minds Entertainment presents... Gangsta Boo baby, once again its on Yeah we in a shake joint We gone show ya how she do it in a shake too boy Get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha broke ass out boy [Gangsta Boo] Why you up in the club wit no money, trying to see a little ass Muthafucker give me sumethin' to see me twerk Make my butt cheeks clap to the beat Give ya girl a nice fee I take ya to the VIP We can shake, smoke, and roll, out of control Oops I feel ya hard, licking in ya ear Ya hear me moaning for it, taking charge If ya be the broke ones, you can leave the fucking club If ya be the baller spending money show a lady love See you at the bar looking at another nigga dance (ooh-wee) Hell naw boy get ya own dance DJ play my song, -Where dem dollars at- by Gangsta Boo Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too We don't like dem boys who be all up in our face brah We don't like dem boys who ain't spending no money brah We ain't got no time for y'all muthafucking broke ass niggas in the club If ya ain't tipping get the fuck out bitch [Hook: repeat 2X] Get ya broke ass out the club if ya ain't gone tip (2x) Can I get paid nigga, can I get paid (2x) I be rapping for my lady's in the club get ya money It be funny how a nigga acting stingy wit they money Why do you be in the club, you make it harder for a thug That be spending all they money, popping bottles, smoking bud You know how it is in the spot, everbody pussy high If you talking big cheese, meet me in the parking lot I will turn you niggas out, they call me, Chocolate Melt in yo Mouth Bring ya rollies, its our family, come on in, I'm up on the house Fuck what you other hoes say, you be dykin' anyway You just mad cause I didn't let you eat my pussy yesterday If you bitches wanna pay that's all good wit me I ain't scared to dance for nobody spending they cheese It be those coming at my job nigga just to look If you wanna stare you need to get a muthafucking Playboy book You really need to tip or get you broke ass out I ain't dancing for free, fuck what you talking bout [Hook] Can I get paid playa, can I get paid I know that's you on twenty's who I saw up in the Escalade Ask ya boy do he want a dance, ohh he look hi' (Female): Ay you wanna dance baby? (Nigga): Naw, naw I'm cool baby Ain't no money in the club, damn that shit is fucked up I got bills to pay, but a sista gonna suck it up If its a good night, I can easy make a thousand daily If they bring the bustas they proverted keep ya mouth away Hit the, hit the stage, bring it, bring it on to the flo' Stick the money in my lace strap if you want a show I'm a private dancer, be yo love slave for a while Most niggas trip, when you diss, tip 'em wit they eyes Flawging ass niggas really muthafuck'n kill me How you gonna disrespect a muthafuck'n lady Why you in the club when you ain't spending no cheese Get yo ass out till you ready to spend some money [Hook]

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