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NELLY lyrics - Intro

Show 'em What You Won

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(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma! (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em go'on (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik tonite is the night (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x

It's Like That (My Big Brother)

REDMAN "Muddy Waters"
Due to technical dificulties beyond our control Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us (K-Solo) Erick Sermon, keep keep it on Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on Keep keep on, ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop [K-Solo] I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO It ain't a problem at all when K solve Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards are charged, by my entourage, who put the Ram in Dodge, bas cla in bumba claat Maintain, few remain in the game So I remain focused and pop's the main aim [Redman] Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit Biscuits be cockin back when I be comin I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds Wanted, for two million and a body alone And use the microphone as my accomplice Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed among us [K-Solo] Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too But can't hang two, like we do Fuck them, they better bow slow This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche you three groups, four punkses at a time I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime [Redman] The long faced murderer Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular Workin a, shifty hour like a burgular My crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya Odds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin My new niggaz check the flows of the major deacon The bazaar, the rap non-superstar When I step up I pump volume like rah [K-Solo] My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree Vocabularies very, loquacious And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike My crew be like, this style's hype Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid [Redman] Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta You battle me, you won You might of, but then you woke up My turbulence will make peanut butter chunk up Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker Y'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You Dissed you dismissed you yeah I fixed you Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through Haha... haha Keep keep it on (5X) Yo what we doin son Knockin niggaz the fuck out!!

Play IV Keeps

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Inspectah Deck, Street Life & Mobb Deep) [Method Man] Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah One time.. yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared for when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death from a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend to do you somethin over here, we head huntin in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin sure I get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way to get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth [Street Life] Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant [Chorus One: all] Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down [Inspectah Deck] I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem [Havoc] I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit [Prodigy] Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary line swishin your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin this for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck.. [Chorus One] Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, what [Chorus One] Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, peace

First Day Out

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "Carnival Of Carnage"
Got another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Got another funky rhyme Another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!! This is my jam!!! I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!! Aw, shit! Well, they let the gate up so I bail It's been six months pick me up from the county jail With a smog mother payin' my dues Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes But I ain't naggin' Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin' 8 men in the car long And the Faygo is almost gone My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date She said Pick me up at three Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho We gonna eat at Mexican Village Take a cab and I'll pay the tab And when she showed, well, I'll be damned Left my wallet at home on the TV stand Have her pay him and for dinner too The knot in my sock, it done bit you She's all prettied up for nothing I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull Cuz I won't front for the ho Stuck my face in a bowl of soup And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth The bitch jumped up with a boom I have to fix my hair and broke to the bathroom She's got the tab, so I go for mine And order up some '52 vintage wine Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat She's back now and her hair ain't fixed Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit I ain't saying nothing though I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho What's up bitch, I'm ready to break How long can one fat bitch take? Quite snacking and pay me saps Cuz we goin' home to whatch tube with pops* So Joe, what is that you do for a living? Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold to that fat bitch in the kitchen Your dads really cool, sweetheart, I mean him lettin me use his car. And he slipped me a 50, Violent J's kinda nifty. If ida hit you'd a been home free, But now you Commin home with me. Dad i gotta bitch in the bedroom, take your ass to the bar and dont come back soon. Now the Juggla's known to smack hoes, But i need the shot too, So i switch to the mack mode. Now woman, you know i love you, So why dont you just let me fuck you. Now bitch i know yous a freak, So let me get a little kiss on your cheek. And i fuck the girl with dat, Come on nympho let me hit dat. Tell ya what you let me stick it, And i got a left over piece of chicken for ya. Ya little sewer skank, You nasty little pipe smokin sac chasin hoe. And that was that, a little smooth talkin she was on her back. And im finally stickin, Dump ya and im keepin my chicken. You never guess what, My first day out andi caught my NUT. First day out and i caught my nut. First day out and i caught my nut. First day out and i caught my nut. SHit bitch its my first day out. (repeat

Ray Ban Vision (Remix)

A-TRAK
[Hook: Cyhi Da Prince] I got ray ban vision, these ain't no prescriptions I see you haters coming niggers Don't Think that I'm slipping I got ray ban vision, I wear when I'm whipping I wear when I'm fucking all my women think I'm trippin I got ray ban vision [x5] This how I'm living, the only time I'm looking you in the eye if we do in bussiness I got ray ban vision [Verse 1: Donnis] Hey I got Ray Ban vision, my bitches think they prescription I'm lookin' fly as fuck, like a GQ subscription You can't see behind them when niggas know that I'm quitin' Cause I'm going on top sour diesel that's as a lemon, lemon No nigger, no this ain't no Gucci shit, wearing with my Louie shit And I got a groupie bitch, who wear him with her Gucci shit She swear that I'm stupid rich cause I got all these ray ban flavors But I favor my all black darth vader I rock them when I'm blockin' haters In something tailored Yes I'm looking dapper if you are inquiring But don't ask me where I get them, when your paid you acquire things I spend high notes like a high school choir scenes That had them admiring, thinking that their style needs firing, damn I ain't mean to get your fired off some fresh shit But my collection's quite impressive [Hook] [Verse 2: Pill] I got my black shades on, Ray Ban on the side Let's hit the bat cave home, Bruce Wayne when I ride So those who robbing, you know I got the carbon 15 like half of 30 leave 'em slaughtered Don't mean to brag but my black shade's fresher Harder than then an all marble dresser Yes sir, I am the professor the teacher of all cool shit Bitches like he look like somebody I went to school with Lenses, blackout, benze to crack house and everybody keep trying to buy ya like Shaq's house Oki-ni, I put my foot out in this outfit, and Ray Bans is something I gotta leave the house with [Hook] [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Ray ban vision, can you see me mami? Making bitches out of paper like origami Pussy on tsunami, they slaught a salami The bitches pussy kicking like I heard a march of Nazi's I get hand me down shirts from Liberace You kiss bitches that's in to Bukake And they modern day ferrow? Quick bow and arrows That shoots sparrows in a 3 six barrels Like we have your tongue when at time and yells at Christmas carol I fuck bitches out of America Apparel So they hit me to skeet skeet and get drugged out and your weed got seeds like a major league dugout Smoke two blunts, drunk a blue ribbon Now she call that cab and her fucking panties missing When she hit the door there was no kissing Never see me again, I got ray ban vision!

World War III

DMX "Ryde Or Die: Vol.2"
(feat. Yung Wun/Snoop Dogg/Scarface/Jadakiss) Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders Ryde or Die Volume 2 (Tugboats) It's the second time around motherfucker Volume 2 Ryde or Die Biatch Gangsta Nigga and we gone rock this motherfucker We the square root of the motherfucking street Double R you cocksucking sons of bitches [Swiss Beatz (Snoop Dogg)] State yo name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg) Where you representing (Westcoast) Yo gone hold it down (Please believe it nigga) Enough said then nigga (Hold on Hold up Biatch) [Snoop Dogg] Uh, lets make this official shine yo boots and load yo pistol pull out yo best credentals cause this will be the official for the fake tissue Doggy Dogg and Big Swissal, nigga blow the whistle Smoking on some bomebee to second hand smoke Will get you, hit you, and make you all get the picture When was the last time you seen me postin up while oastin up, while sippin on some remix Believe me it ain't easy been Diese wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass frizes Man I can remember at what they told me when I first came in the game thangs done changed Call it what you wanna, keep it on her Eastcoast, Long Beach, California spinning like a toner Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna Get the best of you then to California [Swiss Beatz (Yung Wun)] State yo name yungsta (Yung Wun) Where you representing (ATL shorty) You gone hold it down (Damn, right) Enough said then (Nigga) Lets go [Yung Wun] Shorty pop a lot, acting like you got a lot wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass clit I'm a put something in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy I'm gone break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy Hold up I'm cold hearted, damn right I get retarded I'm a yung-on and down here bitch I'm the hardest You can hoot, hide and talk that shit I'm gone stay low and keep it real and shorty come up But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here Watch you mouth boy, you might get killed down here I'm a ryde or die nigga, put something in yo eye nigga Get beside yourself and it's bye bye nigga When it come to glock cocking and drop popping I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga [Swiss Beatz (Scarface)] State yo name gangsta (Scarface) Where you representing (Motherfucking southside) You gone hold it down (Goddamn right) Enough said then nigga [Scarface] Holly hos, Scarface an Bringing terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm I'm scaring motherfuckers straight wit my Guerilla tactics guranteeing my enemy die It's worldwide army alert for all soliders Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over It's a stick up, down on yo knees, plus I'm sicker Cause disrepected, you dont disrespect me nigga I'm the one these niggas call on when negotiations are halting and time come for the beating up the bosses Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply when I walk out they stank these fools I guess these niggas think they can't be moved Realizing they don't scare niggas like they thank they do You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew [Swiss Beatz (Jadakiss)] State yo name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga) Where you representing (East Coast dog) You gone hold it down (Why wouldn't I) Enough said then nigga Let's go [Jadakiss] If you fuckin wit the kiss you ain't gone breathe the only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve Sonny from Bronstail you can't leave get kissed on yo cheek then you meant to die Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise yo know my style 20 niggas wit 40 Cals Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild Now I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies out Never left the crack game still on a money route I run through the industry looking for enemies Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy get shot in yo eyes and mouth can't see can't talk when you fucking wit the heart of New York And that's fouler that swalling pork An don't fuck wit the feds, dog you know I push the prowler to court toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back How many times must I tell you motherfuckers We ain't industry niggas We in-the-streets niggas We motherfucking riders forever bitch now what So Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Eastcoast) So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Westcoast) So Ryde or Die you started we ended (Dirty south) So Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Big West) So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Ruff Ryders) So Ryde or Die you started we ended (Biatch) Motherfucker, Ruff Ryders, Double R motherfucker, Ruff Ryders

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