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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo lyrics - Rated XXX

Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous

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[ CHORUS ] I hop into the hot tub To lay back and relax and get a scrub and a back rub Sippin on some wine The view is dope, you see the Manhattan skyline I got it made in the game No stress, no worries, the only pain is the champagne Put on the silk bathrobe I liveth the life, plus I been around the globe Throw on a Barry White tape While girls file my fingernails and feed me grapes Step on a paddy-o and look at the city No need to look for a girl, I got three right here with me I'm gettin paid all at once And I got money in jackets I didn't wear in five months Nothin come up but fast bread And I be countin it all while I'm layin in a brass bed I got a maid and a chauffeur Girls comin over, sit on a plush leather sofa I got a smile on my face Bank accounts and Chase group signings inside my pillow case Now I'm livin kinda fat Cause I came from the street and made a g with a rap Now you know what my name is G Rap livin the lifestyles of the rich and the famous [ CHORUS ] (I'm representin, puttin Queens on the map)

Pain

ICE-T "Rhyme Pays"
Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver Had a def girl,really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster But now I'm locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed,somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to tell No matter how cold you roll you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning But pain in the end Pain [x4] Organized crimer,big trouble finder In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang,sling a little cane Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name Fresh sneakers,silk shirts,24/7 work Nine to five to survive,you gotta be a jerki I clock two grand a day,yet I was born to play Who me at micky dee'sIt wouldn't work,no way I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer Custody haunts my dreams,nightmares of capture Paranoid of surveillance,phobia of cameras My banks bigger,but so are my fears Past records proved players live limited years But I'm unlike the rest,know to be the best Fast money,true wealth my eternal quest I hustle all night long,there ain't no gain in rest 12 gauge close range,bloods on my chest I looked into his face,I thought he was my friend My boy had me set up,this wound would never mend No matter who you trust,you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning But it's pain in the end Pain [x4] Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her Got a light sunburn from too much pool-side sittin' Coroless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no quittin' Mind's in a money mode,seems like it should explode Girlies on my jammie,got a female overload Young street messiah,professional liar 19 gotta Benz,21 I'll retire Crazy money it ain't funny,suckers lovin' my jock But there's some people at my door that didn't even knock Task force boomin',doggin' my crib out,can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth! Threw me on the floor,called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for more Cracked my safe with an axe,then illed out to the max When they seem my money kickin' it in twenty G stacks Booked me on ten counts,with bails of different amounts The charges stuck like glue,some that I couldn't pronounce They threw my ass the book,my life wa surely took And then they gave my girl Ten years for hangin' out with a crook She played the game herself,fast lane quick wealth No respect for the law or the city's health The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men It's always fun in the beginning But it's pain in the end Pain [x5]

4th Chamber

Genius "Liquid Swords"
Intro: (LP version only) Choose the sword, and you will join me Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose *baby gurgling* So... come boy, choose life or death Verse One: Ghostface Killah The only man I hold wake for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon Cuz I be duckin crazy spades The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago spine-tingle, mind boggles Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don Verse Two: Killah Priest I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me Loungin, between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm My eye's the vision, memory is the film Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip And throw all types of fits I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips Verse Three: The RZA Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence Because you had secret evidence, and documents On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion) The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet Money feed good, opposites off the set It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed I'm on some tax free shit by any means Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM I learned much from such with cons who run scams Veterans got the game spiced like hams And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength that made me truncate the length one tenth with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps Scarred tryin to figure who invented this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

Soundcheck Intro

AUDIO PUSH "The Soundcheck"
[Oktane:] People please... Are you listenin to my vision that I am livin Ever since I was just a kid I knew I was given A talent that nobody else was given So my division was exactly that, but I never knew if I was the difference Between good and great Because all everyone does around my is hate And tell me everything I'm working hard that's a mistake And we're the ones who didn't listen, now look at us today We came from battle rappin, clappin the gats, cats attackin us and mad us because we doin what you couldn't But now you back at us and you clap for us, all I see is people been waggin us because they seein what they should've Well you a couple minutes late You're try to bring your fruits to me, but I already ate I'm not hollywood my vision's just clearer I avoid conflict and it's not because I fear ya I just decided to choose I got too much to loose And besides that my only competition is the mirror So, pardon my? estab?, but you waggin when I'm walkin my by and I don't look your way it's simply because I don't hear ya All I hear is the fans, and ya'll understand their screams are deafening, they all waitin for the boss So you can pay for your ticket, you can't walk in with us because you didn't believe in us, now go and take your loss Cause now everybody is seein past the image That he has just hit it, the limit That he is not a gimmick The people admit it They see him and he is who they scrimmage They shoot at my head, I popeye, and he is out of spinach Take it in I'll give you a minute Sean and Kadis told me to go in, I hope that they meant it Lots of money and time had went in I spent it Now I'm paid in full every show, back to business Of course they're gonna hit the three, even if they foul him I'm here to sell more than a couple thousand I've worked too hard to be looked at as lousy I stand unamused, only music can arouse me Lyrics sparks songs I' m nice with em Mr. Hi I'm Him can really write venom I be happy to sent these rappers, out ice with em Point proven and I'm movin, I bruised em now Price get em [Price Tag:] Ever since the moment that I took a sip of life, I knew my kryptonite was to get on stage and grip the mic I see my dreams in front of me had to grip it tight Grew up with no dad, I guess that makes me a victim right? Wrong, I'm on my throne with my feet up You headed to the same destination, we can meet up My book is in the sky, which means you gotta read up Only the game is in the oven, let's turn the heat up Pull the seat up, sit in the row Get on the map, sick of the thoughts, sick of the flow Pickin the shows, the quitters will stop the rippers will go We hittin them low, Price T and Okt we give and we go Whoa, my life I feel out rested My brody Bread shot in the head, show me the justice And ever since my cousin Pooch got killed I've been spittin fire untill the booth got grilled Who's not real? Audio the next in Punchin every letter in the game, no textin Teachin the class the wrong time to end the lesson Sittin alone on this road, no intersections Just me and destiny They waitin for the new livin legend, the next is me So feel the power of the truth when you're next to me I'm on the desktop, the trash is where the rest'll be So fear as the beat drops They prayin that I fell, and I just put my faith in God Let me say it again, I put my faith in God Chase the dollar Fix my collar Let them know that it's the rise And it's my job to release what I got in Loser from the Inland Empire, I am not him Me, I refuse to get in the game and not win If Okt is missin the three, I be tippin the shot in The only way that I'm going is right, no lefts Doing what I please in this game, no refs We the force that give you reports, no F's Me, I'm tryna make this money stretch, bow flex Oh yes, at show time I'm the town rep Gimme a flannel, some skinny jeans, and a brown vest The grand finale is us, we'll put it on next Just turn my mic up, I think it's time for soundcheck

January On Lake Street

ATMOSPHERE "SouthSiders"
[Verse 1:] The doors open My left foot sitting on the driveway You lookin’ at me sideways You tryna predict what I might say But my mind ain’t here now, I’m thinking ‘bout the highway Gone with the gust Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk We all want a little too much Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch And if I had the means I would never be the mascot of y’ll team Y’ll judging trials I’m shoveling miles Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles So I shift to the capital N It happened before and it’ll happen again Roll backwards into the street Now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat I got at least ten minutes to live You not a thief just simulative There’s no need to be a difficult finish You can see you ain’t the only one considering getting it in Claim that you ain’t afraid to die Then why are you afraid to fly? You better face the heights Get your bravery stripes or get your name denied Cause you was waiting for a safer ride God bless I set up the bricks Step through the mess didn't wreck the kicks Dreamt that I lept off the edge of the ciff Came back said the bodies up in heaven were thick Changing lanes and re-arranging life I ain’t tryna chase a trail of tail-lights Manage pain to get the placement right Stand up straight when you say goodnight [Verse 2:] And each broken glass shows a different view I deal the truth y’ll pick and choose This ain’t a game for you to win or lose But I, never been in your shoes But I, never make supper with suckers It ain’t nothing if it ain’t about hunger You think you cuttin’ the lumber And I would love to be a fly on the cupboard Whenever that bubble ruptures And even when we save the day We never do it believing that we don’t make mistakes You don’t need to recognize my face I’m trying to fly through time and space Too late to erase me With the windows down, January on Lake Street Poppa got a brand new can of paint Put your hands in the air like you work at the bank

Hustler's Withdrawal

PITBULL "M.I.A.M.I."
[Verse 1] Yo, he went from a street kid doin regular street things Straight to a street king Takin over the city, block by block Breakin down bricks, servin em rock by rock He's everything a young gun wanna grow up to be But if only these young guns could see That murder, money and lust, is slowly murderin us Cause the drug game aint what it used to be So look deeper when they paint you a picture And try to sell you a dream, cause alot of these drug lords Turn to the feds, and turn into fiends The crack game aint everything its cracked up to be Now the cat that was a neighborhood celebrity Is coppin rocks, off the new kids on the block At the same time, tryna school em But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that hes doin Hustlins like a drug, its got withdrawal symptoms And if you know this, you wont stkip pain But you will gain wisdom, and wisdom gains power Dont let your life go sour over power [Chorus 2x] Hustlins like a drug, its addicting The more you huste, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction (Its a hustlers withdrawal) If you used to push weight, you'd relate [Verse 2] Not only did my father used to deal the dough He used to do the dope, used to deal I'm just keepin it real Now my father doesnt have shit, I dont have shit, we dont have shit Cause he didnt stack SHIT! With all the money he made He didnt think for one second to put money away Thats cause his mind was clattered with white thoughts He's lucky that he didnt end up outlined in white chalk The only thing I can say I've gained from my father is Knowledge of the street game, and I hope that yall follow this I cant say I havent sold weed or cocaine But I can say this, money that comes quick, leaves quick And yall better believe this Cause this I've lived, and witnessed Catch a couple of charges, now your on the laws shit list Now your forced to do business Until this business does you of course Cause you can die from doin dope or dealin dope You choose the road that you get to follow And you choose the people that you look up to as role models [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] I know about hustlers But I wont mention no names Cause they still got cases pending And some are even appealing life in the cage At least they made it past the first phase... they reached a certain age Hustlins like ADs, at first your infected with HIV And then its full blown, only different is Instead of havin no immune system You become immune to the system, of havin dough, by a dealin blow Its a fast life, and even if you survive your mind'll die slow Dirty money attracts dirty things And if you plain to deal the dope, I hope your ready for the murder game Cause thats what it brings I'm not a preacher, I'm not tryna preach, no I'm not a teacher, I'm not tryna teach, but Yet like a faucet, I'm tryin to leak Info to these youngns and their kinfolk And let em know theres more to life than a key to coke If you use to push weight, then you can relate, cause you've probably had a taste of Hustlers Withdrawal [Chorus 2x]

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