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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo lyrics - Rated XXX

Check The Bitch

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(Bitch) Yeah Y'all bitches check this shit out for the '95 My man comin atcha with this fat shit Y'all bitches grab a hold of this shit And hold this shit tight Word up Yo, I'm your typical nigga from the city Most bitches hate me cause my attitude is shitty I push up on em cause I see they lookin cute and shit But then they gotta go and do some fuckin stupid shit It don't suprise me though cause I always seen this in em I only like them bitches when I got my penis in em But I don't like so-called sophisticated women Frontin they got pussies that be big enough to swim in Got a little 9 to 5 thinkin she's a winner Knowin goddamn well her boss is stickin dick up in her You press her for the sex and she front like she ain't with it And love to suck a muthafuckin dick, but won't admit it She'll tell you she first started havin sex when she got older Then throw her legs on your shoulders like she took up yoga And some bitches be burnin, you niggas know the half If you open up they pussy, you can see the movie 'Backdraft' She's waitin for you to stick your dick up in her cherry To put your fuckin ass inside the cemetary They talk too much, that's why I never date em bitches Believe me when I tell you that I hate them bitches But I love em when they suckin on my dick and shit I bust a nut inside they mouth and they keep lickin it And when I'm fuckin I leave they clitoris in stitches My name is Kool G Rap and I'm checkin all you bitches (Bitch) Yeah This is for all you bitches out there in the world Check it out This is for you bitches from the other races Used to be prejudiced, but now you smile in brothers' faces Your parents raised you on some stay-away-from-niggers-shit But now you fuck us cause you found out we got bigger dicks And I remember slavery days when they sold and bought us Now your little white daughters suck our dick for us Spanish bitches wouldn't fuck nobody black and shit Until we started gettin paid from off this rappin shit Now they suckin on our dicks and callin us papi chulo And teachin us Spanish ??? bitcha ??? culo Puertorican men get mad when niggas fuck they women Can't stand the sight of seein a black dick goin up in em But I ain't with discrimination, that's that wack shit I could care less if you was purple and fuckin a black bitch So if she lets your ass, go 'head and get some sex from her God gave her the pussy, she can sleep with whoever the fuck she wanna The first time I saw some niggas with some chinese bitches I asked myself a question: where the fuck they find these bitches? But then I had to learn that the money talks And when your ass is broke, any honey walks But fuck a hindu bitch, no, I won't be in a hurry Because I know that bitch's pussy smells like fuckin curry From the one that brought you Road To The Riches My name is Kool G Rap and I'm checkin all you bitches (Break a bitch neck Meanin break a woman's neck Because she's a bitch? It's sick, this is sick It's gotta stop It's psychics talkin shit) (Rap - it sucks It hate it It's just - you know Niggers talkin)

Bang It In Ya Whip

Buddha Monk "Prophecy"
[Intro: BabyFace Fensta, (Sha-Cronz), ] *echo* (These punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready) (We made men, Haha!) YounahI'mSayin? What, nigga? (We--We been doin' this for years) Y'all niggaz can't see this shit Can't even fuck with this track (Ain't nothin could stop us) You know, on the corse of desperados (United Kingdom to the fullest) Word is bond (Sha-Cronz) Peace to the Gods, UK, Poppa Wu (Recognize) Buddha Monk, Sha-Cronz in the house (Before we bring in drama) YouknowwhatI'msayin? All my niggaz about to get hit. Word up. (Who we are, who we be) All my mommys about to get hit (What we stand for) Justice and equality All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set YouknowwhatI'msayin? Hit them niggaz like that, yo [BabyFace Fensta] It's the sinister, sick like clamidia Burn like no vagina, your retina Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin You unleashed the beast like the niece from Garfield east Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (Shut up!), always runnin (Ha!) from the '90's, so I never will like onions and pills (Zu-Zu-Zu-Zu-Zu) Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (He-Heh-Heh-Huu-Ha!) Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses (ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me Fuck around, you'll be pushin up daisies Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa Grab you up... AHHH! [Buddha Monk] Who's the killa? Monk iodine You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines? Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines Yo, check it out... I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4 You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor The actual nist gets broke like a wish and marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows Niggaz is clones, blast off the Iron Palm, you're kept from sacred songs The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin Zu's could rest in dirt The Projects is to eject shop up yets The center, niggaz are scared to enter in it's Buddha Monk, throw your head in the Cha-a-am-ber [Sha-Cronz] Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work that show's Benz and about a mil' I'm worth get higher than 10 kilohertz Blank on tracks like hungry rodents Rappers actin funny style and holdin Frontin, posted up like bowlin Pins rollin in Chevy's, while you're goin broke Holdin a Benz, I'm heavy on the neck Pissin weights, can't risk Kuwait and objects, get these papes and escape Ballad and Cronz is like a midget to an ape Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8 niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol What? [Chorus (x2): Buddha Monk] We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate Sha-Cronz, Buddha Monk and our nigga, BabyFace It's an MC's fate to test the Zu's great and we won't stop, until death is a bedmate [Buddha Monk] What? Alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip If I do it any way I wanna do it Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake MC Who wanna test thee? Ha, nigga please I'll serve you this here remedy, G-O-D fuckin up ya whole family Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like Tarzan through trees with a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this MC and if that's not enough, then I'll huff and I'll puff and mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down Better yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound and the cops can't help ya, they yellin, Blue-uniformed man is down [BabyFace Fensta] What, niggaz, what?

Payback

ATTILA "Outlawed"
Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you think you are?! You betrayed me this whole fucking time I'm the baddest motherfucker in the building So remember when it's time for me to get my revenge I will find your fucking bitch And fuck her, right in front of you Some people think that they can get away with murder But everybody here can see the blood right on their hands It's a crazy fucking world and there's no one left to trust As people we have voices, leave the traitors in the dust Revenge is something lethal and the taste is bittersweet Their punishment awaits, we'll sweep their bitches off their feet! It's ironic when she screams my name and begs for more It's really sick, I'll hand it to you shes a CRAZY BITCH I like the way she rides this dick I didn't think I'd have to warn you You let it go too far again I thought you knew that I was crazy! I let my actions speak loud Tie her to the bed and let a minute get ahead So I can get a better look and let her settle in the thought of it- I can tell she really wants it I can see her dripping wet and Salivating at the though of it Tie her to the bed and let a minute get ahead So I can get a better look and let her settle in the thought of it- I can tell she really wants it I can see her dripping wet and Salivating at the thought of it So let me speak, answer me- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU You walk around with your nose up in the air But you can't smell the shit that comes out of your mouth You're a liar, you're a bitch, and you're a fake WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I've spent my precious time dealing with your problems And payback is a bitch What goes around comes around my friend And you will soon realize it! PAYBACK IS A BITCH!

Psycho Bitch

TECH N9NE
I want you to quit Calling me Calling me Following me Following me Why do you trip with me After you get through Swallowing me Never knew this Bianca Would explode Like this Now that I know this I must reload Gat clips How many ever met a Psycho bitch Down for the minute But a major twist Came With a bit of game Met that bitch Sickness Everybody peep The evil symptoms So you'll know When sexual activity happens And tears start to flow Time to go They come with a Big package in back Chest is twice that But the fatal attraction Will only get you Ice packs Better watch what you do When you sleep with a woman That's on the edge In your bed Cause you'll be resting In red Killa killa They'll find the number To your residence Non-hesitant Unprecedented Ain't no mystery To her steez She's demented I ain't never gonna get myself In another mix up With a psycho bitch Millimeter With a master plan So you won't be off in a ditch Like this Wild child Running wild Behind the smile Is a frown That'll make you lay it down Quickly She's shifty Killa strictly Outta come and get me From a rose To a three fifty-seven Three sixty Psycho bitch (HOOK 1) Never ever do it Down low With a psycho bitch Better never ever go out With a Psycho bitch Everybody better learn How to see a Psycho bitch Cause your bitch might be her (HOOK 2) What you gonna do when they Pop at you Gloc at you Fill ‘em with the venom Who the fuck Are we talking to psycho bitches, psycho bitches (Repeat 2x) (2nd Verse) I was holding her Hugging her Rubbing her Sucking her Kissing her Plugging her But she thought That I was Loving her All the loving was gone When she found out She was wrong Calling my Momma's house At three a.m. Quit playing on my phone They say this Psycho bitch Was made from us Psycho bitches Say they get nothing But hate from us Psycho bitches From the angelic to ravenous Psycho bitches Stay the fuck Away from us Psycho bitches She got my Gas cut off But I Don't know how She got my Phone cut off But I Don't know how Bitch even got my Lights cut off But I Don't know how Wish I knew back then What a Nigga know now crazy bitch Followed me to my Main thang's domain This dame Brings more pain Door chain Broke after the door rang Must be on cocaine Insane Yanks will mess up Your thang No brain bitches Will have you stressing Using Rogaine Didn't chill with her Deal with her N9na had to get Ill with her Trick tried to kill Mrs. N9NE So I had to hit her With a grill splitter Never do sex With a psycho Bianc Anybody with her Better pop your trunk Run better get a gun When the bitch come Better know She's a psycho killa Killa Hard When he hit that piece And then get her up And out With a dis Scarred When he knows That he's been up in the mix With a psycho bitch (Repeat 2x) (HOOK 1) Never ever do it Down low With a psycho bitch Better never ever go out With a Psycho bitch Everybody better learn How to see a Psycho bitch Cause your bitch might be her (HOOK 2) What you gonna do when they pop at you Gloc at you Fill “em with the venom Who the fuck Are we talking to (Repeat 2x) (3rd Verse) As the Smoke clears you wonder why this woman Packs the Most fear She keeps a broken heart And a three eighty Close near From me to you If you sense She's psychotic Better watch what you do What they do They say this Psycho bitch Was made from us psycho bitches Say they get nothing But hate from us psycho bitches From angelic to ravenous psycho bitches Stay the fuck Away from us psycho bitches

D. Original

Jeru the Damaja "Sun Rises In The East"
(Unclear words are in curly braces.) [REFRAIN:] I'm not talking about the queens But the bitches Not the sisters the bitches Not the young ladies the bitches The bitches, the bitches Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt You can tell who's who by the things they want Most chicks want minks, Diamonds, a Benz Spend up all your ends Prob'bly fuck your friends High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses Think that the pussy is made out of gold Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood They be givin' up sex for goods Dealin' with bitches is the same old song They only want you 'til someone richer comes along Don't get me wrong, strong black women I know who's who so due respect I'm givin' While queens stand by you, and stick around Bitches suck you dry and push you down So it's my duty to address This vampiress Givin' the black man stress Recognize what's real and not material Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches [REFRAIN] My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin' I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian I told him she was out to get what she could get He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents That he'd owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent I body slam her But I'm not a misogynist When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop 'Cause I'm hip to the game I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches Fuckin' around with those bitches. [REFRAIN] Since I've been club-hoppin' You've been ho-hoppin' You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in Any nigga with a record Could get your butt naked So your man got a Lex'[is] You live in the projects Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest Your ass ain't the fattest Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed I know your status, you can't touch my status Deep down you want this Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this Poppin' that coochie for Gucci Bitches like you ain't shit to me And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T 'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty Now go in peace Don't make me get raw And treat you like the harlot that you are Filthy bitches

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous

BIG L "Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous"
(Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get Did you think anybody in this town is any different They don't give a damn who gets killed Just as long as the dice keep rollin The hoes keep hoein And the money keeps flowin ) My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big park And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax They're sneakier than alley cats That's why I carry gats Yo, I'm a muthafuckin fugitive Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live Because to me it's all about a buck I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck We stormed the city, shootin shit up like Frank Nitty We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50 One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash Then I murdered his ass and took his half Because I'm all about ends and skins When you got dough, you don't need no muthafuckin friends If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack My moms told me to get a job, fuck that Aiyo, picture me gettin a job Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet Makin about 120 dollars a week Man, I rather do another hit I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other shit Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin muthafucka Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r' I used to wait until it gets dark And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast I vicked this nigga named Eugene Took his brand new ring Cause stickin up's a everyday routine Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride Saw this nigga named Clyde And snuck up on him from the blind side I told him, Give up the dough, before you get smoked Oh you're broke ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke The Big L was cold crazy A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a fuck Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him Plenty and many brains I bust Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous Word All of us from Harlem 139 That's livin the lifestyle of the poor amp; dangerous Uknowmsayin This goes out To my brothers Big Lee and Don Ice Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice I can't forget the 1-4-0 Lennox Ave., troop And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog And my man Kerry Peace (Now what kinda life is that for a child Now what kinda life is that for a child Now what kinda life is that for a fuckin child Word to mother Fuck all that stupid shit Controversial, not commercial, nigga)

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