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K'S CHOICE lyrics

Bitch

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Someone help me, I fuckin need it, My lyrics you are privalaged just to read it, Shit, wouldn't have happened if I never had a weed hit, but it's started bitch your gonna have to feel it, nothing but weak MC's Fake MC's notice how I treat MC's I take MC's Other MC's get beat, on the street, descreatly pull up in a jeep, jump out and stomp your heads your leg's and feet, your girlfreind wanting me to freak, but why would I repeat what I did last weak, anyway I'm gonna go now, this is for all you bitches get ready for the hoe down.

Eminem Feat. J-black, Masta Ase

EMINEM
[Announcer] Welcome back, to the stage of history [Eminem] Yo.. Slim Shady! Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll.. I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes [Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)] I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? [Chorus 1/2] [Announcer] Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! [Masta Ace] Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care [Chorus] [J-Black] But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha.. [Announcer] Time's up! You lose!

Killa Klan

JUICY J "Chronicles Of The Juice Man: Underground Album"
Killa Klan [x8] [Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated] North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago [cities differ for each chorus] [Juicy J] Late last nite, I was in the bed, eyes red Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up Don't cross the line, yellow take the police brand up Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhan I can be a terroist to the government like a taliban Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phones Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the dope And we gon' smoke we till the break of dawn Trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here [Chorus x2] [Crunchy Blac] First I'm gonna catch the bitch Then I'm gonna beat the bitch Then I'm gonna bury bitch Shouldn't of been talkin' shit You knew who you was fuckin wit Fuckin wit the fuckin best She who you fuckin been Now I'm aimin' at yo chest This goes out to all of y'all All of y'all be talkin' shit Slip the clip up in the gun Then commence to bust a nig Bust a nig, at ya dawg Watchin' you niggas fall Screamin' out like a bitch Mane that's just some petty shit [Lord Infamous] I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty hunta Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta This is the unda, buried by yo momma Not only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya [Chorus x2] [Juicy J] Picture this, you a juror and you on the stand And you about the judge the life of a black man Young brotha from the hood made it rappin' and Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grand Here's the story he got caught wit some fire arms By a crooked ass cop wit his siren awn He was known as a felon made it bigga than state The whole case turned fed made him lose his faith Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks Because ten years ago he was appointed by bush Republican white man, and he don't give a fuck If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust All this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car Deliberation it was time for the jury to star Killa Klan [fade out]

Right On

XZIBIT "Man Vs Machine"
Yeah, ha Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah) You got money and then bitches Power.. Ya had it, ya lost it Ya leased it, ya flossed it Business fell through now ya comin up off it He bought it, he rolled it He passed it, you smoked it Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit Ya love her, ya hate her Ya fucked her, ya raped her Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger Its heavy, its deep Its solid, its weak Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it) Be careful what ya wish for Ya fuck around and get it I did it got in it Spit it and didnt waste a minute So where my niggas at What part of the game is that I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack This what its all about You better stall me out And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out [Chorus] If you feelin how im feelin And you ready and willin to come to the table I put it together who doin it better Come bounce with me (Come on) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! If you movin how im movin And you chosen and proven So lose the illusion The top guns cue the confusion Come bounce with me (Come on!) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! I'm tired, I'm hungry You're lazy, disgusting You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing I seen it, believed it Planned it, conceived it Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it I cheated, you cheated We cheated, so beat it Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited I broke it, replaced it I slammed it, I chased it Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby! You never seen us before You betta come and get it You with it im with it I'm busy baby you fuckin with it Is it your place or mind Dont wanna waste your time And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind Its over time Takin pride in the bump and grind A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine This what its all about You better stall me out Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out [Chorus] Pop it, drink it Float it, sink it Plan to stop me then you better rethink it Drive it, use it Pimp it, abuse it Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music I live it, I die it I'm laughin, I'm cryin Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying I hear it, I taste it I touched it, I faced it Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics I had to kick in the door Thats how I had to get it I shitted with lyrics And getting better for fuckin credit Gettin gangsta with it The best that ever did it Hit it and quit it my nigga You shouldnt babysit it We need more emcees and less wannabes Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality Thats what its all about Kill em and haul em out Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out [Chorus]

2 Bitches

Too Short
Hook: Pimp niggas don't pay a dime, I'm fuckin 2 bitches at the same time Then I hit the studio and I write a rhyme, I Call it 'Tramp Hoes Aint Hard to Find' Verse 1: I took 2 bitches to a hotel I told em both 'you know I won't tell' Bitch, curiosity killed the cat you gotta lick the clit while I hit it from the back Don't be stingy girl, lick my balls too You was talkin big shit when I called you You said you never fucked another girl before And you wanted me to help you so Bitch, I took you down to the strip club I told you 'look around, who you wanna fuck?' You picked thick chocolate, big booty, big tits I told her she could have you, and this dick She got so excited she got off work early Jumped in the back and started lickin on my girlie I couldn't get home fast enough Now its time to fuck Hook Verse 2: When we got to my room she started actin nervous Sat down and said 'lets order room service' I said 'bitch, what are ya smokin? A big fat dick comin from East Oakland' I stuck it in her mouth she started moanin I said 'hang up, get off my telephone, bitch' I put the game down immediately I'm a vet from the town started freakin them freaks And once they started, they couldn't stop I fuck em for awhile then I kick back and watch Two bitches at the same time And neither one of these hoes is mine I don't give a fuck I'm a player I been doin this for years, I got bitches everywhere You think I'm payin hoes? You got the game distorted You a trick, mad cause you can't afford it Hook Verse 3: Them bitches kissed 20 minutes straight non-stop Strip girl on the bottom, lil momma on top It was beautiful, you know what happened next Spent 20 more minutes lickin each others breasts Two titty suckin hoes, navels and toes Bitch rolled her on her stomach, licked her asshole I was smokin on a fat one, layin in the cut After seein this shit, I aint wanna fuck I wanna see how long they can keep goin I don't know, I fell asleep on 'em When I woke up I was gettin my dick sucked These hoes horny as fuck, they can't get enough I was fuckin them sluts till the sun came up Nut in both their mouths, you ever done that stuff? Dog baby, this shit aint really nuthin to me You better handcuff your ho or I'll be fuckin your freak, nigga Hook Sing it, pimp niggas don't pay a dime I'm fuckin 2 bitches at the same time, Fuckin 2 bitches at the same time Let em know pimp niggas dont pay a dime, bitch Hit the studio and write a rhyme These tramps aint hard to find nigga Bitch 2 Bitches 2 of em

Just A Little Bit More

DA BRAT "Anuthatantrum"
to the beat beat and ya dont quit shit Before the sun shines the rain falls Applause the encore Havent you heard of a bitch who can open like pores Pop a nigga like a pimple keep it simple enough Make em wonder what the fuck happened leavin em stuffed Get that ass kicked fast quick in a hurry You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that i was comin' Used to laugh when i had a demo But since the big stretch lex limo You aint got no moe jokes Ya wanna come on and go wit me To my place hate to hurt ya feelings sexual healin aint the case Laced the tracks like angle dust Thus fuckin wit us is deadly Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasnt ready Stay bregheted up, platinum plus Nubians E three four chrome's 18's three piece B B S treat seat's And y'all shall find riches it's mad bitches gettin dough I'll die for I go broke just a lil moe CHORUS Just a lil bit more Do me just a uhh Just a lil bit more will ease my mind Repeat 2x Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect I live to party all night And love to have sex Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low Make a good piece of cheese but could use some more Who got a lighter bout to blaze up its tucked in tight I let the ventilation slide sensation between the windpipe Ignite it up try to bite my style too tought Its too much , too lil, too late for you to come up Be decieved of ya wanna be foolish this bad mandate bitch is true to the shit,envoke the spirits like the craft's Serve the niggas half the stash in case the cash get low The bastard know Fuck over the dough and die Pick yo casket if you feel that you gone try some shit no nigga ever lasted past the first attempt I leave em baffled and gaffle em for all of they keys Then dispence to my niggas like Sony distributing LP'S CHORUS Repeat 1x to the tic toc and ya dont stop to the beat beat and ya dont quit Repeat 3x a lil moe bitch a lil moe nigga a lil moe baby That'll ease your mutha-phuckin' mind... so so def wit that mind blowin shit

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