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Maestro lyrics - Built To Last

The Visine

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(there's been just a slight delay folks, they just had a little technical problem, please be paitent. You know you're gonna see one of the best shows you've seen in a long, long time. The Maestro will kick some butt here) Back in this kid Straight up and down Emcees gonna see a differnt type of light right about now, son It's the Maes', baby [Chorus] Boo nigga, the heat's on nigga Laugh a nigga up for something that he wasn't Yo yo From Galloway to Waterloo I slaughter troops Chicken's give me head while I'm puffin' a blunt Watchin' college hoops Y'all don't wanna scuffle That's like Micheal Johnson racin' Donovan Bailey You're faked to pull a muscle In a tussle, I'd take you Maes' is on some Rocky four rap draco shit (gotta break you) Fuck you and your fake crew I'm the deadliest verbal monster Like Prince, I'll purify your wife, and lay your man a Tonka The black Moses, I blessed you Mr. Maes', back to the rescue Got poetry to hoes and dress too I'm top gunnin' I'm over comin' My shit is so stunning, I can even make Craig G say (mmm, mmm, mmm. Ain't that somethin') Runnin' with the fly around, watch how the messiah shine My interscope goes deep as Jimmy Iovine You'd best beleive Even Lebanese chicks never leave Melodies'll breeze Beleeze to Tel Aviv nigga [Chorus] I'm screamin' on all you emcees Like Isrealites and white people You'd could never make a sequel to my joint Drop The Needle Backbone, even if you're smokin' crack stone Mixed with cheeba You'd never win, G You'd better stay down to earth like them twins be I'm warinin' ya, you've never seen such a champion The only emcee on a national anthem (tell 'em son) From Brampton to the Hamptons Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson The brother with the phattest beats From here to Anthens, Greece I go to church and still run up in the pastor's niece It's sicknin', I'm tellin' you friend Even Prime Minister Chretian knows I'm tres bein [Chorus]

Gonna Write A Letter

WAYLON JENNINGS "Black On Black"
I'm gonna write a letter, gonna mail it today Just as soon as I think of the words to say I've been needing to send it for nearly a year There's a woman back home who's waiting to hear I meant to tell you, dear Susannah I'm a long way from Louisiana and you And I know I promised to be returning Just as soon as I've saved the money I'm earning for you But I'm married to twins and I'm living in Peru Well, I'm gonna write a letter Get it off my mind But you know the words Are so hard to find Sitting, thinking with my pen in my hand How can I make her understand? I meant to tell you, dear Julia I'm a long way from the States, mosquitoes and you I'll send some money to help with the kids I'd like to thank you for all that you did It's true Louisiana, and I'm with Susannah, too Got me a letter, it arrived today The words I read just blew me away I don't believe I've ever felt so low How could Susannah treat me so? She said, I meant to tell you, my sweet honey I'm a long way from your love, your money and you Please don't think me under And I do believe you'll understand me too I got a bar and grill with Phil in Kalamazoo

Pretty Flacko (Remix)

ASAP ROCKY "Long.Live.A$ap"
[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Yeah You know I be that little Pretty Flacko, Jody the Second, nigga You know we had to hit you with another one This time I got my niggas with me We finna keep it trill in this bitch, know what I'm sayin'? If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch Throw that shit up right now! Shotgun pop, make the monetary add Chop, won props with a military badge Went AWOL 'cause I serve 8-balls And I straight eggnog with the military axe Pimpin' when I'm pinnin', bitch you couldn't tell me that Way too loud, where the cemetery at? Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag... [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga grippin' that chopper Party like a rocker now my niggas wildin' with Flocka Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs One dime piece, you already know she bad Divan, GT and extraordinary... My wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it My tat say ASAP and your bitch say I'm famous My whole clique dangerous We creepin' and sweepin' them grams up For niggas and bitches and killers with triggers Who buckin' and keepin' them hands up [Hook:] If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't fuck with popo, popo FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo, dolo RIP to Duncan Romo, pay for pussy, that's a no-no, Throwin' money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo Call me Pretty Godo, baller, date a model, drinkin' Roma Scott'll keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle 3-6, Frankie Lymon, he ain't ballin', girl, he's just lyin' Oh, broke-ass nigga, won't you keep on tryin'? Killed the parking lot, it's our assignment My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich Diamonds in my mouth got me talkin' cash shit Kush Clark Kent, for dough, bitch, what I spit Fuck your main girl off my down south accent Waka Flocka! [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich I'm talkin' cash shit, 'cause Gucci Mane the shit (Gucci) Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit Gucci goin' loco, had that cocoa loco Shorty say I fucked her - I don't really know, though These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo Blue and white diamonds, bitch, I'm so Tony Romo Thirty-four bricks, I grind 'em into bands Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah we got them Falcons [Hook] [Verse 4: Pharrell] Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her The weed she holdin' while she be over And when she saw my motherfuckin' keys it's over And when I start it up, she like "lean me over" Cold heart, warm dick, mama we be polar I wore Louis Vuittons before they knew what they was They like: "Louis Vuitton? Naw, unh-uh, cous'" That's when I realized they didn't know what they was Them niggas actin' like I fuckin' stepped in blood O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds And ate space cakes that was filled with bud And now 20-12 nigga, look at these scuds Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail You niggas ain't fuckin' with frail My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP Everybody on my dick like Ahab Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back Recognize nigga, ASAP [Hook]

The Wrong Nigga To Fuck With

ICE CUBE "Death Certificate"
[Verse One] God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get pealed Cause 'The Nigga Ya Love to hate' still can 'Kill at Will' It ain't no pop cause that sucks And you can New Jack SWING on my nuts Down wit the niggaz that I bail out I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the people say Fuck AmeriKKKa, still wit hthe triple K Cause you know when my nine goes buck it'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up Now let's see who'll drop Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop Fuck R&B and the runnin man I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit 'I'ma let y'all know one thing man..' [Verse Two] Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin L.M. It's the number one crew in the area Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt Punks roll when I put in work cause Lench Mob niggaz are the craziest And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell Hittin fools up with the big ass L One time can't hold me back Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs Stop givin juice to the Raiders Cause Al Davis, never paid us I hope he wear a vest It's all about the L-E-N-C-H y'all know the rest Motherfuckin crew, motherfuckin mob Do a motherfuckin job in a motherfuckin squad In '91 Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with 'One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and..' 'Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute' [Cube] Drop a old school beat! [Verse Three] Like I said, it's a brand new payback 9-91, Let's see who beats the jack Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller (Keep the wack beats out) true motherfuckin baller And hoes can't roll on Even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta 'Hold On' Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blew goin up against the Zulu Break his spine like a jellyfish Kick his ass til I'm smellin shit Off wit the head, off wit the head I say And watch the devil start kickin Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin Yo, turn him over wit a spatula Now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick Pig, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with! 'Last person in the world you wanna fuck with..' [repeat 3X]

Contemporary Man

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips 2"
Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam Let's Go Yeah, fuck the back talk Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I'm Pistol Pete You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr. Cheeks (Uhhhh, fly shit Grown Man shit Do it one more time, fuck it I'm good to go) Yo, I'm a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep While her mother make soup with the cow feet Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets Spread bed on the feet Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73 Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh Big Bird, Farrington alumnus Mouth like a pussy, she gummed it You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador Then I order up a feast for four If you see me in a leather, know it's reaching the floor Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering that This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot In the Z3 bumping U2 (Yo this Big Motherfucking Body, bitch) Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters I love Black girls boisterous Shorty's on the arm like a koi fish On a Herbie White dude with the yellow fever Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper (Feel the beat...) When our eyes first met was like the fourth day in July When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving Six ducks in a wood burning oven Georgia Southern, her alma mater She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt Fuck swag, got pizzazz Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies Next year catch me posing at the Tonys Folding paper wilding at the OTB Grow the money like a Cocha tree American flags hang on walls that hide money Put my arm through the Picasso Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC Randy Quaid with the turtleneck Erma with the jungle juice, man feet Beamer with the tan seats, Smack the taco out your mouth, green couch

Pick It Up

REDMAN "Muddy Waters"
Pick it up, pick it up (4X) If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up, pick it up (3X) [Redman] While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks Then tap your man back and be like Did you see that Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess we bless, mics, three times a day Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels Strictly laughing at MC's Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep Niggaz be like Ahh he changed his style up Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah It's nine-six so get with it Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin Listen, must we forget, I originated all that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit Brick City!! Is where I get down kid Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck Say what Got some fly shit on deck Say WHAT Got some fly shit on deck PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck [Redman] First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas To all MC's, I love it that you hate us Drop skills that might send wind chill factors Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack Step uncorrect and get blackened The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men I don't tote guns I tote funds While you still puzzled how my antidote runs Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it You remind me of school on a Sunday No class, beatin all King's down doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz Back, nobody got the Red shook Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me That's why them hardcore promoters still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up, pick it up If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground What the fuck you gon do Pick her up, pick her up I keep it fly y'all Fly fly y'all (5X) [Redman] Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's We bag for cheese just to get weed Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch at courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah Where was I Oh yes Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc Another nigga smoked from impression Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped And I still walk around with the hooked up Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic How I stay mo' bent than McDonald arches And uptown got the la-la spots And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks But still, I walk around with the grill Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents To any, MC who wonder what got in me To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on *static from radio surfing* [white reporter] Thanks Bill This week on NIN, Niggers In Newark We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots that my camera crew and I had a chance to visit during our stay in Da Bricks Although we suffered minor setback this week when our TV satellite van was stolen We managed to get around best way possible We had chances to see spots like Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen 19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now there's someone about to go for their drugs or as they would say, stash Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs [Redman] Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam* This here, is the telephone line of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress Shhh...

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