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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo lyrics - Roots of Evil

Hitman's Diary

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[Kool G. Rap] Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians Gold chains, and carryin Iranians Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal Drew the Eagle, blew about two and made one of the two see-through, but I still see two of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal alien-ass niggaz out of the grass Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet Aiyyo what happened G? Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay? Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness and watchin, horses racin with other bosses Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click February 14 in '95, time about 4:45 I'm coppin pies in a highrise Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua Arriba, flashed the heat now she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then the nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days in the small caves, I'm dazed and shit She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit Emptied the clip, then replaced it Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted wasted, spirit eras-ted Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room and saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it Left out the front door like we ain't do shit Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

We Gonna Ride

Magic "Thuggin'"
Counting Down: 4 3 2 1 Chorus x8 (C-Murder) Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) Verse 1: (C-Murder) Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga i fuck them hoes I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go and I walk with the league that's what gangstas do and say where them dollars at? like gansta boo and skee mask on the muthafucken dash my nigga Cause if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga and Mr. Magic got that chopper for yo' ass my nigga Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck what you claim New Orleans is the place where I slang my caine Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me I told you muthafuckas no limit is the army (What?) (What?) If I die, i'll never cry, see the hate in my eye It's time to ride, muthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye) I told you muthafuckas dont fuck with TRU, It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm fuckin wit you, biotch (Chorus x8) Counting Down: (muthafucka, muthafucka) 4 3 2 1 Verse 2: (Magic) They got to kill me to get to you Before they leave, i'ma have them bitches black and blue, believe that Muthafucka you aint heard of us? TRU til' i die, man we muthafuckin' murderous From the place where them hoes crazy, niggas shady But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me TRU Records is the next (what?) cause we the best (what?) If you dont think so, then you could get the fuck fuck I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what And i aint stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up So where my niggas at? actin' fuckin' fool And where the bitches at? show em' that bithces rule I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath Smoke your herb nigga and get your drink on You gave the party, everybody got their dance on (Chorus x8) C-Murder Talking: My nigga (my nigga) (Whats Up?) Ride Or Die muthafucka TRU Records (you heard me?) (whats up? whats up?) for the TRU souljas Tru niggas (you heard me?) Honk your horn nigga, cause I'm comin' to pick you up Magic (whats up nigga? get real) I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere My nigga macadon, tom from the St. T (Saint Thomas), you dig? My nigga G'Boe, my nigga Sam (the Calliope) whats up nigga? Crazy from ruff forever, Beelow (whoa) (Beelow) All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shit, you dig? (you know that, you know that, the real shit) The west, marine, you dig? monte Whats up Ke'Noe nigga? (Deadly Sounds) Ha (what?) this shit real out here boy, we gonna ride or die, TRU for Life, you dig? pause, watch me out Chorus x8 until fade

Raise Ya Thumbs Up

JUICY J "Chronicles Of The Juice Man: Underground Album"
[Juicy J talking] Yes sir once again it's on Juicy J featuring Project Pat Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2 Raise ya thunbs up my nigg, it's on fool [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga [x4] [Juicy J] North north in this thing and you know we runnin things Everybody raise ya thumb, everybody show your gang March in a cirle man, muscle up until you strain Project Pat and Juicy J, the niggaz with them gold fangs Yes we keep the lighted dope, and we house the freakest hoes Then we ride to evergreen, on the block is where we post Policeman can't stop us, I think they oughta to stop it I'm talkin in that ghetto english, sayin fuck the mobsters Gangsta niggas walk up in the club, high as hell because we full of drugs. What gang you claim/ the way they were them hats Don't get to close be careful we be strapped We put it on the map, we keep our gezees flapped And if you see me in the hood you better give me dap. I'm known as a veteran, my picture should be stacked From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga. [x4] [Project Pat] If ya ain't from my hood you can get the hell from round here Cause we gon smoke hydro and we gon drink beer It ain't no mu'hfuckin secret case we some thugs It ain't hard, you can peep it we sellin drugs So don't you cowards step wrong spit the west song These automatics have ya ass singin a different song A mega blast from these rocks, got the track jumpin' A North Memphis nigga sell dope I'll tell you somethin' Ya car bumpin ridin clean and you see me bold And now you wonderin why we kickin in your back door This ain't no suburb my nigg this the ghetto, and you gon come through Flosin like a pretty hoe A no no for you off, turn her on niggaz Show some love or you will meet them chrome triggers We smokin bud, sippin syzerp, and poppin pills you need some work Come on through we got the best deals [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga [x4] [Juicy J] I done lived in the North round the way I done planted playa seed in the mutherfuckin bay Hypnotize is the label that you don't wnt to hate I done een niggaz make, I done seen niggas spray Brothas on the same block till his hair turn gray still all about a hustle Punchin clock no way. The police hit the block, swallow rocks throw the hate Still on the same block the next fuckin day Project Pat was up [Project Pat] Jimmy jimmy cocoa puff you know how we roll Niggas is gon get shot up trippn with this north Ridin up? dog pullin up them logs Squeeze on this trigger, empty clips then reload If you got beef, my nigga you better bring it The hood buck as hell, the police couldn't tame it Inhalin palm trees something you can hang with Hydro with red hair something I can slang trick [Chorus: repeat to fade]

Wut U Niggas Want

Gangsta Boo "Both Worlds *69"
[Verse 1] Yo! Hangin' low, chiefin' high. Time to make you haters cry Circulatin' gossip 'bout the Lady you deserve to die Memphis Queen will set it off Never ever play me soft Always 'bout my business, be a witness while I write you off Please stop beepin' me, since I fuck you won't stop beepin' me Is it cause you sippin' on that syrup or takin' ecstasy? I don't wanna play wit you, Mrs. Villain Gangsta Boo Got no time for you cause I be busy with my fuckin' crew Out to get some paper and you know just how the ball bounce Yellin' Fuck a hater! Blowin' hydro smoke up out my mouth Ridin' with the limo tint, system bumpin' triple 6 Just a lovely lady independent tryin' to make it rich Just to let you know I peep you out and how you look at me Ballin' in yo' friends Mercedes, smiling like you foolin' me Never are you foolin' me, Ladies represent with me How you got the clout when, nigga, you be out here chasin' me? [Chorus x2] What these niggas want from a bitch? (what you want)? What these niggas want from a bitch? (really want) [Verse 2] What you niggas want from a bitch You niggas makin' me sick Be actin' like you a baller just to get in my shit Cause a lady ( I ) she don't want no scrubs A scrub is a nigga that can get the fuck from me And glistenin' in yo' white gold chains Saw me ridin' in the Benz nigga doin' my thang So I don't need you. I got my car keys plus a check book Two way constantly jumpin' sendin' me messages Boo, I love you Anyway playa I'ma say whats on my fuckin mind I don't give a fuck what you write I ain't fantizin' OK got a car, OK got that ice, OK nigga cool shit ya life is aight Now what ya wife be tellin me ya business my nigga I don't care about your figures, I'm a playa my nigga I'ma mack till I fall ya'll, keepin' it tight So tell me why you wanna get with Mrs. Lady Aight? [Chorus x 2] What these niggas want from a bitch? (what you want)? What these niggas want from a bitch? (really want) [Verse 3] G - Is Gotta talk, I gotta let you niggas know tha bizz A - Is Always on my P's and Q's you boys know what it is N - This heater Nine is always by my side when I be cruisin' G - Is Grabbin' at me when I'm buckin' plus I'm never losin' S - Is Sorry man I gots no time I'm down hea platinum nine T - This Triple six is sellin out it ain't no stoppin now A - Is ATL is where we represent this lady gangsta B - Is Boomin' system in the caddy plus the navigation O - Is On my dog, why you let her have the drought always O cause it's my time Gangsta Boo just hit the charts Number ONE that's off the top Crazy lady blew the spot Spotted me in NYC I'm blazin' people off the block Niggas love me cause I'm thorough, bitches hate me cause they ain't Niggas tell me that they love me when the really want my bank But you playas know you can't get nothin from the Lady You need to come and tell me what you want from me baby [Chorus x 2] What these niggas want from a bitch? (what you want)? What these niggas want from a bitch? (really want)

Stomp

DMX "Ryde Or Die: Vol.2"
(feat. Yung Wun/Trick Daddy) [Trick] One [Yung Wun] y'all done fucked up now OH SHIT Ryde Or Die Nigga Its Yung Wun with the big gun What you gon do boy You betta sit down boy we don't play like that Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY Don't play with the gun smoke For the East to the West Coast Nigga get no problem Barry You no cemetery, Home Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods A man to come home It's a three be like that Tell his ass to come right back To the block with a gat Standin out in the track with a bumma hard Bummin weed into the sack Nigga let the weed smoke blow I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with quarter Trying to make a few be borowing from the police Never wanna follow And parlor (that's Shit) And it ain't no stoppin it Y'all niggas from ain't lockin it [Chorus: repeat 2X] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up Them cops on put and they came to town y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up [Trick Daddy] Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga I'm representin big county nigga I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas Don't eva try me nigga Don't try to run no bull shit like that nigga You know I'ma a fool for this I gots two for this I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this Them Daddy dollars y'all My shit harder Dog Im from the city of Caprise and them parlors y'all Ima go and kill this nigga Kiss above this realest nigga First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga The respect you gotta give us Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga And all yo money can't buy this nigga My exctacy got me wilin nigga I'm twice that body nigga About 100 miles an hour nigga [Swizz Beatz] Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy Yung Wun, Yung Wun Yo, Ball Out [Chorus: repeat 2X] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up Them cops on put and they came to town y'all boys betta put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up [YUNG WUN] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde Representin from the South In a glass This man got cash in mind On the cash route Niggas there with they ass out Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN) That DS Clique Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit And start blowin this bitch What you think my gun bust ice one Down in Georgia Six hours from Florida Niggas get slaughtered Boy where Im from Problems gon get solved By getting robbed Causin tear drops and closed caskets On tha glasses Get beside theyself And soficate from plastic Face down on a mattress [Chorus: repeat 5X] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up Them cops on put and they came to town y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

What Up Gangsta?

50 CENT "Get Rich Or Die Tryin'"
G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: repeat 2X] What up, Blood (What) What up, Cuz (What) What up, Blood (What) What up, Gangstaaa [Verse 1] They say I walk around like got an 'S' on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what) [Chorus (1st time w/o first 'What up, Blood') (2x)] [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around [Verse 2] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas [Chorus (2x)] [Bridge (4x)]

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