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PAC DIV lyrics - GMB

Fuck Y'all

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[Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it be bopping up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all And still fuck the police too You can do some corny shit and get paid You can buy the nigga swag and get laid You can blow up or let the shit stay Shit that I've been going through since 5th grade Smoking weed, I been drinking beer I ain't worked a real job in 6 years My time is money, my time is fucking money Slip before we fucking start it Now get that shit clear man Niggas hardly home gotta call us on the plane Here it's Mr. Div man the niggas clocking dane Turn head around your brain I put you out your pain Living next door off his feet Tell me what you know about that plane Look man I'm walking back Div talking like I'm Pac Div When I'm out in traffic it's almost like pack Div Mac 10 for life, bango I got old stripes No hype, we ain't matching numbers that's our old price Cash cheque getting squealers got the scripts for can niggas Yea I'm cool but them niggers is on some weak pillars In the hood to the white boys with quick silver Out the park with the shit I think I'm prince Philly When you're raw you push that thing to the limit We just finna kinda profit I'ma swim in a minute I don't speed at the limit, move how I wanna move Knuckle head nigga I'ma do what I wanna do [Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all , fuck y'all , fuck y'all And still fuck the police too Fuck the police too [x4] Fuck 'em , we dodge 'em then we duck 'em Put your head out they gon' cuff 'em Guns drawn they gonna buck 'em No discussion they kick the door and they rush in They heat this cock and they bust in You feed 'em really gets nothing dog These niggas awfully and lawful They breaking inside your quarry That just means they probably gon' rob you They actin' holy in public before I compare the impostor Abusing the constitution and quit decoding the gospel The laws supposed to be talking about bitches and weed Money and bling those sort of things you know It seems to be what's in but when have you ever know enough To do what seems to be the trend I keep bitching at the pen Won't sell my soul to the media for spins In this cheesy fucking biz I'm out [Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all , fuck y'all , fuck y'all And still fuck the police too Fuck the police too [x4] You know that this is just to give the nigga we was born a boss Fuck 'em , you getting on that weed was on y'all It's hard to get along in this motherfucking dead zone Picturefram instagram camera phone Sarah Palin bitch white politic Diplomatic immunity on a dick Corporate in a shit in a shit innocence Opposite and I get it all of it Getting all of it, all about my bisness I'm tacking shiteous new bugatti's hideous Young and the intelligent the motherfucking idiots Living in experience y'all be on some full of shit [Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all And still fuck the police too Fuck the police too [x4]

Fuck Tha Police

DOPE
Good evening We wanna just quickly send a nice friendly message to the fraternal order of police in Philadelphia Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, it goes a little 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 Fuck tha police! 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 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 Punk on a warpath and When I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin in L. A. Fuck tha police!

Brooklyn Get Wild

M.O.P. "First Family For Life"
Chorus: Treach Till death do us, can't move us We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter Holler if you hear this, realness Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin steal shit [Billy Danze] Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff] Raised hell to alot of different degrees And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms To flare arms, whenever we fear harm It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool Come to teach the new school, true school jewels I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude I makes my own motherfuckin rules So what's it gonna be, let me know Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go And we foul to eliminate these habits And the best way is to eliminate these faggots All disrespect attended To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented And I'm no stranger, to danger Dance with a strange man in a field with anger Now ain't that ghetto, for ya Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas Chorus Hook: Treach Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild *repeated* [Lil Fame] Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.] See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot Took alot, never took a shot God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an' Reminisce on them feels I was bringin Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back Lil Fame never was a shady ass nigga When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me [Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my nigga Chorus [Treach] You did ya hit you had to do most Five minutes and you go Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax What, with M.O.P. (several names and shit shouted out) Chorus Hook Yea, salute, salute

What If

Fredro Starr "Firestarr"
What If (*puffin in background*) yo what up son? yea happy new years man,you too yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man yea I'm jus chillin in the coupe k'nawm sayin? windows up,drivin through the city smokin a elfadolough you know how we do this shit I be thinkin about is crazy son What if Notorious was here? What if he was around? would all these niggas claim to be king? who would wear the crown? Yo, what if Pac was still thuggin? What if he was alive? would all these niggas still be screamin out 'ride or die'! What if Milli Vanilli's record never skipped on stage? they'd be the illest con niggas in the game today Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie? What if Sammie never ratted Gotti? What if New York without Giuliani? What if Mike Tyson fought AlI in his prime? What if Will Smith got gangsta and start cursin rhymes? What if Erik never met Parish? think they'd be makin dollas? What if they neva made candy paint for Impalas? my down south niggas'll wil' out,word up my west coast niggas'll wil' out,word up What if computers shut down for the Y2K? What if NWA neva had DRE? What if Eminem was black? would he have sold five mil. or would he be 1 out of 5 million rappers with no deal? What if you had to pay for air? a dollar a breath half the hood would fuckin pass out and choke to death What if hip hop was banned in 52 states? they'd give you 5 years a piece for wreckin cd's and tapes What if the world stopped? no more time,fuck a watch What if there's no laws no jails,and no more cops? shit is crazy shit I be thinkin about yo, it's just questions that I ask myself when I analyze the world when I'm by myself I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself questions,that I ask myself when I analyze the world when I'm by myself I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself its questions...that I ask myself shit is craaazy,shit I b thinkin about,thinkin about Yo, what if Snoop was the president? shit we'd all be high blowin chronic in the white house smoke in the sky What if they neva made the Coupe 5 what would I drive? probly a 430 drop,ruthless,wit buggy eyes What if Red and Meth freestyled and battled on stage? What if Daz had bald head and Onyx had braids? What if history was changed? slavory reversed would black ladies see white boys and clinch they purse? What if Dialo Dege is shot,41 times? What if the kids was popular that went to Columbine? What if Ewing would have dunked it instead of fading away? tha knicks woulda been the champs he wouldnta got traded away yo What if Front neva met Diggs would i'a been a MC? What if its Selow? you in my rollin 1,2,3 What if the world stop? no more time,fuck a watch What if there's no laws no jails,and no more cops? shit is crazy shit I be thinkin about yo, it's just questions that I ask myself when I analyze the world when I'm by myself I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself questions,that I ask myself when I analyze the world when I'm by myself I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself its questions...that I ask myself shit is crazy,thinkin about lookin out the window all I see is rain feelin the pain gunshots out my window ugh,ugh,ugh anotha nigga gets slayed wit a mots to big drinkin this weed smokin this Hennesey aint anotha like,me craazy fuck all yall fuck the world fuck america...

The Shit Is Real (DJ Premier Remix)

FAT JOE "Jealous One's Envy"
Yeah This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin' All the real niggaz, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin' Yeah Verse One: This story takes place, back in the South Bronx Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin' off punks (yeah!) And suckers were scared to death Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..) See, I just didn't give a fuck And if you had a seed skin, I let the bomba you was getting stuck (word!) That was the way it was One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cous See, something was fucked up back then No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends And my moms was on walfare Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there So what the fuck was I had to do When sick and tired to bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash! I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast Gimme your motherfucking loot, popi I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me See, I'm tired of this porshit And who the cops Well they can suck my motherfuckin' dick! Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass (*gunshot*) Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up The fuckin' shit is real Chorus: (*background cuts Down on the real *) Aiyyo its real Aiyyo the shit is real The fuckin shit is real Aiyyo its real Verse Two: Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word) *Deep in shit* the checkin order, and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit locked down And a nigga wouldn't test me It seems like every other day the fucking cops arrest me (yea!) But the shit would never stick I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick Cause uncle Tan had my back And now niggaz gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat Talkin shit around the way and over block But never in my face cause they knew I'd clap the glock And my crew is mad deep I'm punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sleep (word!) And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out The fucking shit is real Chorus Verse Three: Let me let ya know why I made this song (why!) Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga I know ya style, I've seen it before You wearin' army suit, now you think you're hardcore Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah You fakin' the funk, kid And you'd be *kidnapped* the ass if you ever did a fucking bid It's time to separate the real from the phony The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me I come from crypt with that ruff shit Nowadays I can't believe the *bull/boo* rappers come up with And all y'all bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out The fuckin shit is real Chorus Outro: Word up! I wanna say peace to my peeps, the Beatnuts Messengers Of Funk, strictly Roots My man Four Flex, Zulu Nation Jazzy J in the house Diamond D, the whole Diggin' In The Crates crew And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond The shit is real (*Premier cuts Fat Joe's in town *)

Druglord Superstar

MC LYTE "Bad As I Wanna B"
Go Brooklyn, go brooklyn, go brooklyn (repeat) 1 - Cold rock a party and the B-girls stand I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shhhh And it's all good And if you understood, would you Stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard You get that booty scarred I'm a veteran Which means that I've been In the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin Way back when I've been putting it down Ask your homey who's the baddest bitch on this side of town I float like a butterfly Sting like a bee Spectacular on the M I C I go for broke, never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request You like the rhyme Bite if you dare I get the paper so I don't care Fucking you up everytime that I drop But fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the beat and I ride it well And if you take a look It ain't hard to tell that I Repeat 1 Back off me and let my skin breathe Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no sets Don't plan to get done Just Brooklyn Is where I'm from But I'm resting in Studio City for the fun If you don't understand then say you don't (nah) And don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best (say what?) West to East, see East to West I got the beat and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell That I Repeat 1 Get out my shit, Please let me be I don't see why you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that Trying to get over like a fat rat But I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop It goes on, and then on, and on, and on You see the shit don't stop until the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver Chillin with a pina colada, could dada hook me up with Tommy Now I got alot of gear from everywhere That I'd like to share (yeah right) But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why 5001, my son gets shit done now I ride the beat and I ride it well And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1

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