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JOELL ORTIZ lyrics

Project Boy

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[Intro:] Uh. Slow the music down just a tad [Nas:] "The projects" [Flava Flav:] "Bwoyyyy" Uh. Yeah. That sound good right there Joell Ortiz. Yaowa! Premier what up man? Uh "The projects" [Verse 1:] God damn it, I done did it again I swear them cameras flash every time I pick up a pen What y'all spit sugar coated, I be spittin' that phlegm Cause where I come from, little dudes got guns bigger than them And crack heads smoke anything that fit in that stem And little girls do grown men just to sit in that Benz I'm from the projects boy (what) I'm from the projects boy (what) If you're not from there listen close I drop some knowledge boy Night, time you hear thunder from the hottest toy If you upstairs you sayin' prayers hopin' it's not your boy With police around, it ain't just to lock you up (naw) They hope somethin' look like a gun so they can pop you up See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck If I ain't writin', I'm in the room with a stocky slut It ain't friendly outside Cause like 'rybody po' for that doe you can go Let me let 'rybody know this [Chorus: scratch] "Now this here is for the projects" [Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!" "Now this here is for the projects" [Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not" [Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap" [Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got" [Verse 2:] See where I come from Motherfuckers get home from up top And the kids they used to send to the store own the spot And them young boys don't give a what if you old or not You talk that "listen shorty" shit and he will roast your knot While you was gone, he got it on and moved that dope and rock But before them roosters cock-a-doodle-do he post the block Yeah that's a projects boy (what) Yeah that's a projects boy (what) If you ain't from here listen close I'll drop some knowledge boy Snitchin'? We don't allow that Man, you tell and you dead The repercussion be disgustin' Put Joell in the Fed Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till their melon is red In the streets my name hold weight like elephant legs I'm a projects boy Crooper's P's be here They let me in and now it's locked like pezzy hair Oh you don't get it? Let's please be clear It's like I went celibate Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with Ortiz this year [Chorus: scratch] "Now this here is for the projects" [Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!" "Now this here is for the projects" [Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not" [Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap" [Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got" [Verse 3:] Man, I love where I'm from You can call it the hood Call it the ghetto, call it the gutter, call it the slum I'm callin' it home That's where I roamed all my life This trouble is all I know so that's all I write (listen) My family my friends, we are not all alright (nope) So when I pick up this mic, I rhyme with all of my might I'm from the projects boy (what) I'm from the projects boy (what) If you ain't from there, listen close, I'll drop some knowledge boy See I ain't got to listen close You make a lot of noise I hear your whole conversation Every word The project walls thinner than my Blackberry Curve When I was young my moms and pops got on my every nerve With all that arguin' Until that check hit And them food stamps held them down like a tec clip Then daddy made an exit Mommy couldn't accept it In and out the crib for that next hit That project shit nigga [Chorus: scratch] "Now this here is for the projects" [Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!" "Now this here is for the projects" [Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not" [Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap" [Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"

Project: Funk Da World

Craig Mack "Funk Da World"
[Intro] From nowhere.. from nowhere.. from nowhere.. from nowhere.. From nowhere.. from nowhere.. from nowhere.. {*helicopter circling overhead*} Okay everybody listen up okay Craig Mack's in the building alright He's on the premises, I need you three on the roof You coordinate the left wing He must not get into the terminal to access the Funk Da World secrets I repeat, he must get into the terminal I want him stopped I don't care what it takes alright Move out, now, c'mon let's go let's go let's go! {*helicopter swoops down, then suddenly boots hitting ground*} {*torch is fired up and starts cutting through something*} Yo Mack! There's somebody on the roof man! [Mack] Yeah I know man. Just another second man. C'mon man, we gotta do this shit! [Mack] I know, I'm gettin the door open man! [Mack] Come right now, come right now, come right now [Mack] I swear, come right now - two more seconds, two more seconds [Mack] Look look look look look {*bolt or something metal hits the ground*} {*alarms go off*} [Mack] Uhh! Yeah son. [Mack] Shit, the 4-5 man. I ain't got the damn.. [Mack] I ain't got the fuckin modulation. Yeah you got it. [Mack] Control pads man. You got that. [Mack] Alright look - I need the voice modulation. {*typing*} [Mack] Yo () do me a favor man, set the detenators man. [Mack] Let's get the fuck up outta here. Yeah yeah, I got that, I got that. [Mack] {*typing*} Denied. I set it up so that if ANYBODY gets up in here the whole shit blows. [Mack] {*typing fast*} Denied. [Mack] {*typing*} 4-5-76-0-2 look BANG! Access granted. [Craig Mack] Computer! How ya doin bwoy This is the Mack in fullavicious funk flav bwoy, how we goin Initiate code sequence for Project: Funk Da World {*typing*} Dash oh-4-7, 6-9, zero-10 Coming out, ninety-four {*typing*} boom! Hahh bwoy Kickin it Mack, bwoy Nobody's rappin like me and that's clear I got this mad style, beats from next year The style, I bring, is shitting Get used to the format cause old one's be quitting Buckle in for the funk funk funk And let the king of swingers drive Benz out the trunk I'm the magnificent, roaster, who's the man Run down and low to the promised land No compromise on my rise Strappin in mad biddly beats, nothin capsized So go on, wait 'til fuckin break of dawn The new grip is here, Jig will tell you it's on Mack's back, full effect But this is my freestyle, so yo wait a sec (HAH) Don't try to push or your fronts might feel it And if you got size then I gots to reveal Out comes the chrome and the shiny With the (), that thing's for your heiny (BLAOW!) So meet the genuine, keep it on the hush hush That slow flow ain't the only way I crush I break it down to stone like Medusa You lose ta what you ain't used ta All aboard express train for pain Bigger than membranes that leave you in stains Now hang on cause my freestyle's a winner The verse slayer, so say a prayer like your dinner MC's all know that I'm a menace (I'm a menace) And I won't finish.. until you finish (HAH) I come from a life of a corner Waitin for my house fat pool plus a sauna Craig Mack's the man cause I got it And ain't a motherfuckin soul () (not a motherfucker bwoy) Cause I'ma boom bash, crash, smash Your whole program your program ain't worth a damn The unquestionable, impressionable messiah Like that John Sparks say, the world is on fire So take your time cause your turn's gettin closer The new world's now hell and Craig Mack's the host Ghost (one..) And now, Project: Funk Da World bwoy, hahhh! Hahh, Mack-a-docious, presents..

Make Way

Out Of Eden
make way for the crew shorty we comin thru shorty you know how we do shorty we're makin moves shorty i know you feel this beat so bump it in the clubs and bang it in your jeeps cause you just can't get enough let me tell you how it's goin down let me introduce the new show in town playin no games no messin round taking no prisoners how's that sound three young ladies comin out for you yo, it's been too long since you heard the truth so this is the real no substitute we've come to lay it down get it crunk for you you tired of hearing songs about things they've got when you are dead broke and ain't got alot got questions and answers they have not that's why we came here to blow up the spot you're ready for something new something more than my new car or my brand new shoes my burberry this or my twenty-two's well listen close as we break it down for you we represent for g-o-d full of life bringing positivity livin right cause that's the way fully clothed and that's okay trying to give a new point of view cause you to think the message that your life can be new that's what we bring you're wasting years and air you breath no clue about your destiny great is what you're meant to be here's the light for you to see cause we're walking different we smoke the competition we dope we're on a mission no joke this thing is real listen close to what we say what we say what we say we ain't coming just to play we've come to save the day

Mama Said Knock You Out

LL COOL J "Mama Said Knock You Out"
[LL] C'mon man [News Report] And with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... [LL] Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass go BOOM Explosion, overpowerin Over the competition, I'm towerin Wreckin shop, when I drop these lyrics that'll make you call the cops Don't you dare stare, you betta move Don't ever compare Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced Competition's payin the price [Chorus:] I'm gonna knock you out (HUUUH!!!) Mama said knock you out (HUUUH!!!) [REPEAT 4X] Don't u call this a regular jam I'm gonna rock this land I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm And I'm just gettin warm Just like Muhummad Ali they called him Cassius Watch me bash this beat like a skull Cuz u know I had beef wit Why do u riff with me, the maniac psycho And when I pull out my jammy get ready cuz it might go BLAAAAW, how ya like me now The river will not allow U to get with, Mr. Smith, dont riff Listen to my gear shift I'm blastin, outlastin Kinda like Shaft, so u could say I'm shaftin Old English filled my mind And I came up with a funky rhyme [Chorus] [LL] Breakdown!!! Shadow boxin when I heard you on the radio (HUUUH!!!) I just don't know What made you forget that I was raw But now I got a new tour I'm goin insane, startin the hurricane, releasin pain Lettin you know that you can't gain, I maintain Unless ya say my name Rippin, killin Diggin and drillin a hole Pass the Ol' Gold [Chorus] Shotgun blasts are heard When I rip and kill, at WILL The man of the hour, tower of power, I'll devour I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand that I'm not your average man when I got a jammy in my hand DAAAAAM!!!!! Oooooohh!! Listen to the way I slaaaaay, your crew Damage (UHH) damage (UHH) damage (UHH) damage Destruction, terror, and mayhem Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him Farmers (What!!!) Farmers (What!!!) I'm ready (we're ready!!!) I think I'm gonna bomb a town (get down!!) Don't u neva, eva, pull my lever Cuz I explode And my nine is easy to load I gotta thank God Cuz he gave me the strength to rock HARD!! knock you out, mama said knock you out [Chorus]

Jorge Of The Projects

Kurious "A Constipated Monkey"
Tune in your sets (Spark your cigarettes) You don't need cable TV (Just a window to see) Who, me? The Kurious one in your backyard (Monkey bars I'm swingin on) (Check it) [ VERSE 1 ] Okay, time period 5 B.C. 5 years before money and crack was a priority (Authority) figures loomin like dark skies (Sittin in class, second hand movin clock wise) Patiently waitin for the bell to ring (ring) There it is, I gather my things (Backpack over my shoulder, like a soldier I troop) Uptown, sportin a frown (cause you're wearin a corny suit) I metamorphasize from the shirt and ties (What else?) laces in shoes ain't fly (it's a pack of lies) Hm - now that's more likely Pumas, mocknecks (and maybe like a pair of Lee's) Yeah, I feel fantastic Sneak out the house cause mama's rules was mad drastic ( Boy, stay in the house, she says) Yo mom, no disrespect And jetted out the door, you know that I jet (Real quick outside) so I could be among Yeah, my friends, how I miss bein young Jorge, Jorge, Jorge of the projects (repeated) [ VERSE 2 ] Fun years are over (and now here comes) A period of time, respect is measured in lump sums Of money (drugs, thugs are cool) Word up, chumps get slung (kids droppin outta school Girls add fuel to the fire if you're a bum) Word up, bottomline is: (kid, you're gettin none) (No play at all) cause they want Shirlings Fat bangle bracelets (the matching earrings) Brothers, they be fallin victim to the trickin The life is finger lickin good (just like the chicken) Don't count em all (word up, until they hatch) The story sounds good (shit, but there's a catch) Jorge (Jorge of the projects) Made the choice to gain material objects (Pushin Ac Legends up the block) Stock is on the rise (from the flip of a rock) So he chills (in the fat-ass joint) Point fingers (favors linger in the mind) He got his (and you know I got mine) But for now it's about that time Check it out Jorge, Jorge, Jorge of the projects (repeated) [ VERSE 3 ] Humble, t-t-tumblin down (word up, the shit which allows) Someone to be a nice guy (Kurious Jorge) Tell ya straight, respect (to my mother) like no other (Cause I love you to death) Trife (project life) yeah you might say that Murder crimes and (drugs) man, they're goin way back When (some by the pen straight out the ghetto) (Expose the hate) but try to be a kind fellow Still mellow is the trait I choose to uphold (By means a peace died) . 45 (now hold) (Go) Aiyo, Amp, spark the biff (Come on, Jorge, what you be meanin?) Dummy - the fat spliff (I guess times are great, so celebrate the celebration) Word up, vacation from the projects (cause the object is inflation) Of my bank book (which you don't have) Shut up, cause maybe some day (sure you'll have a whole lot of money) (Aiyo, honey, no need to change the topic) Word up, and Jorge'll be Jorge (Jorge of the projects) Jorge, Jorge, Jorge of the projects (repeated)

Advanced Communications

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[Slug] It's always good to have that extra reinforcement... Looking forward to it (Very much so) Looking forward to it (Very much so) Looking forward to it (Very much so) Take my hand (Advanced communications) Take my hand (Advanced communications) Take my hand (Advanced communications) The candles flicker, you handle your liquor The nerves quiver, wish my band had some stickers that I could give ya Blistered, from a, endless list of complaints Tainted, consumed, fainted in a room full of paint fumes Fell naked, but tell me how far can I take it Ingrained in my brain, hold the pain like it's sacred Snow fall covers all, that's immobile I try to bring the plow, but it tends to come out boastful Kill the sayer-hatin', and kill the flavor-fakin' Partake in that forsaken game, FUCK YOU and your neighbor's sake Now waken [Beat slows down] The early bird apprehends the circuit Gotta catch the train, ma, gonna join the circus [Beat changes] [Chorus: Slug (Repeat 2x)] Call it love, call it skill, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call us up so we can build [Slug] Yo, I got your interest, pessimistic, guinea swined Over exerted emotion to he point of feeling fine Inner mind travel: when I awoke, the feet hurt Scared to drive, scared to fly I wrote the speaker wired When the rival is desired I'm smiling at the fire that's contrived in and inspired in the eyes of desire When it cries, "Take me higher!" I look across the globe and fantasize of what's dope and drop my low Set baby, with the head gravy Better get lazy, cause if you step, you get wrecked baby Yet maybe I should feed'em line like trout Put my rhymes in they mouth, that's what I'm about Truth be told not from the new or the old I'm from the now watch me while I make your whole crew explode Super nova style, hold your pin to the mat From the grin to the chin to the limbs to the back In a fist full of steel I express how I feel Blinded by work searching for the best kind of deal Gotta find the angle in a circle of hopeful Apply a choke hold and set the locals running in ovals [Chorus: Slug (Repeat 4x)] Call it love, call it skill, call it what you will I don't give a fuck just call us up so we can build [Slug] Advanced communications Sluggo! Yeah, this is Aaron Umm, newel, I mean, I mean, yeah I mean, like uhh, I don't have anything in the mail yet, man And I'm like, eager to do my verse again and stuff because because I've been taking testosterone pills Umm...so like, hi Where is it? Give me a call And, uhh, if you caught me last weekend on your phone from my cell, umm, yeah I was kinda, piss loaded drunk and stuff, and I can't even remember what I said But my girlfriend had to remind I called you Anyways, nifty huh? Peace out, honkey, bye-bye End of message

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