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[Puffy] I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all O's I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge All rise This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit Look, you against me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where, what it's gon' be I don't give a fuck if it's he or she I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody fuckin' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick These nigga's the nicest No, go fish Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit [Cee-Lo] You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps Come on and get some of our gun craps I'll straighten out the nigga now When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule [Busta] Don't hold me back, you bet How many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only the real mother fuckers belong I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song (Bitch nigga) You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen house Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas

One Day I Smile

JUELZ SANTANA "From Me To U"
[Verse] Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind Memories of Big, all in the lime light, all of the time, all on his grind, right I'm blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind I tell him stay up, cause in there it's a different grind I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin' Big L still rappin, like it never happened I got a sick sense with me, God picked then sent me To this earth place, to win in the first place Visions of mommy, on an Island somewhere, yeah, I designed just for my mommy My whole life is a blessing, that's why I'm so nice, so right Approach mics with aggression I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in I write about me, and the life of my henchmen I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce That was nights, that was life on the stoop This shit gotta change Can't forget the hard white in the boot White car stripped with the blue, narc parked right in the coup, damn They riding around with a license to shoot I'm riding around with no license and hoop, follow me now Follow me down, this yellow brick road 187, hello, every ghettos zip code I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right Had to switch the waste up, now I'm better off Met Cam set it off, did the mix tape now look dip set is off Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all First writers refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius Cam goes platinum, the set is up next A double album, we set for the best Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana, Robb Report I bring you more than just music I bring you me and all of my movement I bring my whole life all in the booth shit And I'm all in the booth with, the headphones on, the lights cut down And all of this true shit

You Got Me

ERYKAH BADU
[Erykah] 1 - If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry, you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby, don't worry you know that you got me [Roots] Somebody told me that this planet was small We used to live in the same building on the same floor And never met before until I'm overseas on tour And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly Taking classes abroad She studying film in photo flash focus record Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score She said she love my show in Paris at Elys¨¦e Montmartre And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart We knew from the start that things fall apart Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don't matter When I get home, get at her, pull out her phone Whatever, let's lay, let's get together Shit, you think that not? Think that dog went home and forgot? Time passed, now we back in Philly, she up in my spot Telling me the things I'm telling her is makin' her hot Started building with her constantly 'round the clock Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me... Repeat 1 [Roots] Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight And sometimes I got to be out at the height of the night And that's when she flip and get on some... [Erykah] Another loney night? Seems like I'm on the side, you only lovin' your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight But yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me? While politickin' with my sister from New York City She said she know this ball player, and he think I'm pretty Psych, I'm playin' fool, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin' fool And when cats be poppin' game I don't hear what they sayin', fool When you out there in the world, I'm still your girl With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills So when you sweatin' on stage, think of me when you rhyme And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind [Roots] Yeah, so what you sayin' is I can trust you [Erykah] Is you crazy? You my king, for real [Both] But sometimes, relationships get ill [Erykah] No doubt Repeat 1 [Roots] That snake could be that chick or that rat Could be that cool cat that's whisperin' She's trying to play you for the fool, black If something's on your chest then let it be known See I'm not your 'every-five-minutes' all on the phone And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact That people bite back, fracture what's in tact And they'll forever be I ain't on some 'Oh, I'm a celebrity' I deal wit the real, so if it's artificial, let it be I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds Listening to they squalls and listenin' to they girlfriends That's exactly the point where they whole world ends Lies come in, that's where the drama begins And she like... yo Repeat 1

I Don't Wanna Die

Eightball "Lost"
*Talking In The Background* Uh The streets of my city be gritty Young niggaz pack plenty and ain't never show no pity Many die on streets of concrete blasted from the heat From under the seat niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat Trying to eat day to day livin' with no religion Luxury cars and this money got my full attention School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us They don't get a second look without them ghetto features Created so the non pigmentated rated Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion Take it how you wanna take it I gotta twist and break it Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this Hope it get better for those who don't get a chance To advance, and dig the shit I be saying You know what might make what I say a little clearer If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror *Talking till the End*

True Religion

JIM JONES "F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2"
Don't get caught up Most of my niggas just wanna get money Fast money Every dollar comes with a consequence Where I'm from Imagine God as he came, are we meant to sell? Just like we playing in this game, are we meant to fell? Well they can poison up your name, niggas sent from hell Or better yet it's like I'm playin' in the NFL Because I'm kneeling to the game like T-Bow Feds watch 'em like they got me on TiVo And I'll be jumping on them planes blowing weed smoke She give 'em brains to complain about the weed smoke And I'm a rider boy like Steve Phill You know I love to flap toys in the speed boat Most niggas know the plans but they never play Talkin' 'bout them AK that they never spray Or talk about places that they never stay My niggas been playin' since I'm lovin' great Pop they crack, poppin' bottles in that tunnel club My first drop top, that was summer love They got me in deep, thought analyzing Used to stand over the pot while the grams was rising Clean your whole block like I'm sanitizing Most niggas don't see it 'til their hammer's rising His demma us, nigga choose a side Don't get caught in cross fires when the shoot is right And now I built for it nigga choose a lane Seen niggas get killed for it, choose your game I pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I hope to see the light of the dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the morn' Imagine if the money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell True religion demma sit with drug money Contract killer, we call that blood money Used to get it now they ratting for the fuzz money Can't stand a young'un on the come up so they mug funny I see no pussy nigga kill a nigga no harsh My block hot but bail's posted with a cold heart Milk sittin' off of 25, no shot Chances of makin' it out the gutter, no shot My young boys on the come up and they bustin' it straight Robbin' niggas ain't shit, they ain't for no hustlin' Bag a bitch that's slidin' for no coffin If it ain't money on my mind, just raise a show, I'm stuntin' Rick's rock solid, thinkin' ways to break 'em quicker Dead presidents, I'm thinking ways to make 'em flicker You a sucker for love, I'm a heartbreakin' nigga Old school rip or get the cake to wasted, nigga I pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I hope to see the light of the dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the morn' Imagine if the money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell Hot dang, had to spend days, had to spress weeks to the PO Plus your boys play with more keys than a CO But now, these snitch niggas singin' like Neo But talkin' 'bout me for how you floatin' 'round Nemo That ain't a threat, that's a promise I had your family emotional just like Carl Thomas My bitch leam and she to live fo' She rather get fucked when I hang 'er from out of the car window I'm a hustler, my dream's in the freezer Yea, I'm fuckin' with keys but I don't mean Alicia Darked out, you a G through the speaker My guns from across seas, it came hell a cheaper We can go morgue nigga, sort it like Collar Band Shouts to the peers from Clinton Max to power tab A shit bird got to the tax & cab They rep the same color that be on the maxi pad I pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I hope to see the light of the dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the morn' Imagine if the money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell

Fuck The Police

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE "Various Songs"
Good Evening, We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia. Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, and it goes something like this. Fuck tha police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority. Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. A young nigga on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A. Yo, I got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon! Off, What? Fuck the police, Yeah! Comon! Fuck tha police, Yeah. Fuck The police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority. Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what, Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none. But don't let it be a black and a white one. Cuz they slam ya down to the street top, Black police showin out for the white cop. Yeah, my brothas will swarm, On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform. Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me. Hey! Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A. Hey yo, We got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon, sing that shit, Right now, Comon! Comon! One more time, Here we go, here we go, Comon! One More, We gotta do it, right now, Yeah, Check it out.

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