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Set It Off (Radio Remix)

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(feat. Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk) [Lil Wayne] (Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh (Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix) (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen.. (Ladies and gentleman!) Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims And got ya girl sayin 'We just friends' - I ain't trippin I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me I got some freaks on my side that you'll like And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light It's SQ-7 CMB it's life It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh (Ladies and gentleman!) [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] A wodie, whassup Wodette, whassup A wodie, whassup Set it off in this mother whassup A wodie, whassup A wodette, whassup A wodie, whassup Set it off in this mother whassup [Baby] I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club So momma look, get chea, show me whassup Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love Like Hennessy, (), clean, G You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones [Chorus] [Turk] Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin Trust me, I don't miss cousin And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F. Ready for anything you could believe dat dere I guess it's in us to be the way that we be We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em We play it raw, give a know what about the law They get stole too when they, messin with us My team still strong, we all from the hood CMR for life, come between Wish you would [Chorus] [Juvenile ad libs to fade]

Gimme Your's

AZ "Doe Or Die"
New yor undercover baby, whole lot of things done changed It's alot of people puttin black eyes in the game, know what I mean I had my glocked cocked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet I gotta eat, so its back to these fuckin streets And I will grow cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his baby or his fuckin mama I gotta look like Tevin Campbell But still I gamble, hustle and scramble Cause money is muscle in this damn zoo And in order to make it You gotta take it Be the boom blast boom spin Don't break but don't fake it That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas blood I spilt Took what they built, flippin their drug game on tilt Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport You either sell, smoke it shoot up or snort Anyway your caught And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it Skies sets the limit Ain't no being some motherfucker's lieutenant Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly Yeah, its either doe or die Chorus: (Repeat 2X) It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder How I keep from going under And other hoods I hang with Mix slang in they language Love, kickin that gang shit Sellin on the same strip Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related Shit, puff bananas Not even the cops can stand us Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us 25 we get the money live Fuck all that funny jive The streets is our only source to survive And when corny teeny boppers think about tryin to stop us I rather put your head, through the propella of a helicopter Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps Straight out the litter, so bitter These bandits don't even need sweets Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers Move at night like truckers When suckers see us, they duck us Shit, only the real can relate to the hungry man I try It's either doe or die Chorus And ever since I was a tarface Baby, watchin Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke in a car chase A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian Plus props for crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster Havin hoes playin me closer Sex on a silk sofa Livin the life of the rich and trife Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife Without stress from some bitchin wife What a life That's why I be on what I be on Always ready a war for Score a shoulder put me on And until then, I won't sealin what I'm feelin It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin I'm goin all out Until I fallout So much of a menace, when I finish Bilkin New York, I'll have to call out On the run, cause I know feds will try and knock me And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me But not me I'm goin out fightin until I fry From hot lead no lie Like I said its either doe or die Chorus Realizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck whose the baddest Through personal status, through pimps or salary Chorus If not why not Either your in it, or your in the way Baby Pa New yields, no quills I want it all

Rock Me

AZ
New yor undercover baby, whole lot of things done changed It's alot of people puttin black eyes in the game, know what I mean I had my glocked cocked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet I gotta eat, so its back to these fuckin streets And I will grow cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his baby or his fuckin mama I gotta look like Tevin Campbell But still I gamble, hustle and scramble Cause money is muscle in this damn zoo And in order to make it You gotta take it Be the boom blast boom spin Don't break but don't fake it That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas blood I spilt Took what they built, flippin their drug game on tilt Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport You either sell, smoke it shoot up or snort Anyway your caught And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it Skies sets the limit Ain't no being some motherfucker's lieutenant Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly Yeah, its either doe or die Chorus: (Repeat 2X) It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder How I keep from going under And other hoods I hang with Mix slang in they language Love, kickin that gang shit Sellin on the same strip Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related Shit, puff bananas Not even the cops can stand us Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us 25 we get the money live Fuck all that funny jive The streets is our only source to survive And when corny teeny boppers think about tryin to stop us I rather put your head, through the propella of a helicopter Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps Straight out the litter, so bitter These bandits don't even need sweets Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers Move at night like truckers When suckers see us, they duck us Shit, only the real can relate to the hungry man I try It's either doe or die Chorus And ever since I was a tarface Baby, watchin Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke in a car chase A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian Plus props for crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster Havin hoes playin me closer Sex on a silk sofa Livin the life of the rich and trife Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife Without stress from some bitchin wife What a life That's why I be on what I be on Always ready a war for Score a shoulder put me on And until then, I won't sealin what I'm feelin It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin I'm goin all out Until I fallout So much of a menace, when I finish Bilkin New York, I'll have to call out On the run, cause I know feds will try and knock me And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me But not me I'm goin out fightin until I fry From hot lead no lie Like I said its either doe or die Chorus Realizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck whose the baddest Through personal status, through pimps or salary Chorus If not why not Either your in it, or your in the way Baby Pa New yields, no quills I want it all

Hands In The Air

AZ "Aziatic"
(AZ) Baby bring that ashtray in here Aiight (AZ) And bring my mail it's on top of the counter Here baby (AZ) Check, what's this I don't know some mail came thru today (AZ) Fishscale, Professional, what's this about men lemme see what this about Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scared they moms And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess Faced with life, it bites when reality hit And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living But like me, most great men became god in prison Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life I was up in Cansaki, *****s started to fight You touched souls to a lost population of men And no doubt, if ever out they'll never lock me again Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writing you back Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt You know the streets to the pen it's kinda hard to transact All the cars and the pretty women, condos, The clothes and the city living I seen division, breakdown of the population It's either submit, death or incarceration I felt the combination Torn between reality rap and the fakes Some do it for the salary cap few relate And been thru what I been thru at least in fraction So when they spit you could feel the passion I see you maxin' That Nas and that Jigga riff started some shit It departed the prison system we should argue a bit It's a glimpse of what's to come The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you It's beyond trying to enlight you It's a token of appreciation for being that poet with no abbreviations Much respect from us all wish you much success Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off And leave in the way that I greet and say peace Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga. Word,........... Gotta write homey back (AZ) Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there Got a few more (AZ) You gotta read this one, the shit right here is deep, man Alright, gimme a minute (AZ) Okay, What's this one right here oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan And since then to me you still a man A real card player rarely reveals his hand And sincerely, I could say the hood feel ya jam I sit and listen to your last edition Washing dishes in the kitchen Or twisting the baby dreads on little Christian It's so sickening his father we both miss him He was killed in a '99 car collision I guess the best ones God get them the tar sniff 'em It's just the way it is in this bizarre system You remind me of his one concerning words when you speak You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all speech At night it's like his face just emerge in my sleep I smoke herb so that grief can stop disturbing my peace My life's deep, it coincide with the way that you rap I hate it when them commentators say that you back You never left you was always years ahead of the rest My baby-father even felt your style he say you was best How you dress how you move when you in the public Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it... Know that, that's right, it's bigboy, okay, okay

I Need A Thug (Feat. O' Dell, Popeye)

Mercedes
(Intro-O'Dell) girl you know you need a thug (x3) (verse 1-Popeye) forget your feelings inside all they do is over reach my tone underhand on me when i speach on the phone featured alone from makin my business i caught your vision shinin while you were with homey and his religon he isn't who you though he was from second hand to man caught a buzz he don't deserve to ride with shorty cause caught each other one in a drought nervous but yet you put your heart in my lap start to adopt rap, we promised it in the right way killaz that rome the streets and don't give a fuck what your wife say we might break but theres light follow in a moon restin in the sun the dirty south number one [Hook-Mercedes/(O'Dell)] u can't give a little (girl you know you need a thug) u can't give a little not just a little (girl you know you need a thug) u can't give a little (girl you know you need a thug) you can' give a little not just a little and asume that i'ma give you what you need (verse 2-Mercedes) you got my head down and i still think that i can't see this ain't 69 it's 680 with you and me lately you ain't been tryin to keep up with my love if you can't deal with the give and take then baby let me be i need a thug with a gangstaz touch lets take a chance on raw romance baby blow my mind i need you to speed things up don't slow down baby or lose this lady keep up with my love hook

Ric Flair

KILLER MIKE "PL3DGE"
[INTRO - Ric Flair speaking] "I'm going on tour, and I'm gonna show anybody out there that thinks for one second that maybe I'm second guessing myself, that I am the greatest of all time forever and ever. One surprise, one surprise ... shhhh! Wooo! I'm back." [VERSE 1] To make it out the ice cold streets of the city You better have a Christopher word game, witty You better have a dance game similar to Diddy Or play b-ball above the rim like Smitty Josh, Chris Bosh, Pau Gasol Or any other nigga that ball at all I used to sell it white as Paul Wall Gave my young boi three of them in the mall And he gon' bring me $75K back tomorrow You know what Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga do Ice water in my veins, heart pumpin' igloo I'm familiar wit the money so who the fuck is you? What the fuck you do? Where the fuck you from? Who you knowing? Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him And I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a Boeing Going, going, going, gone song [INTERLUDE 1 - Ric Flair speaking] "You don't like the the prestige that I have in life. You don't like the notoriety. You detest the fact that I got more cars than most of you have friends! I got a big house on the big side of town I got life pretty much the way I want it!" [VERSE 2] To make it out the ice cold streets of the city Your mindstate gotta be as wicked as Fiddy Can't love life suckling on mama's titty Cause life is a bitch and a bitch ain't with it You gotta have faith livin' life on Biggie I'm ready to die for the money, who is with me? Life after death, hey this must be hell I asked for six figures, God gave back self I'm on my way to heaven in a Porsche 911 Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend Buried like a pharaoh with my jewelery in the desert The government will hate me like Jesus, but fuck 'em I did it for the grind, I did it for the hustle I did it for the people on the bottom in the struggle I did it for my comrades, did it cause I love 'em [INTERLUDE 2 - Ric Flair speaking] "Custom made brother Wooo! And I mean custom made! From the alligators to all that they can see right here. Ric Flair! There's only one. And I don't care if it's Tokyo, Japan; Greensboro; Richmond; Charlotte, North Carolina; Asheville; Atlanta, Georgia; Charlotte; L.A. I'm the man that's makin' it possible!" [VERSE 3] To make it out the ice cold streets of the city You gotta politic your situations like Clinton If you chase power you ain't gotta chase women So take some advice, take cash over ass When you get money you ain't gotta take shit So, long as you broke she ain't gotta take dick Capiche? Now you know what motivate your beetch Capiche? Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for lease Capiche? Church ladies goin' gaga for the Gucci (Yah!) Got two niggas, menaging for some Louie (Yah!) Work with the keys, get acquainted with Alicia And every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet ya They in it for the money, not the swag or the features Pretty parasites might suck you like leeches Just some information for a student from a teacher Real life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to meet ya gone [OUTRO - Ric Flair speaking] "At Delta, the girls call me cool. At Eastern, the girls call me Slick Ric. And all the other women around the world just say... awww, there goes the man... Woo!"

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