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PAC DIV lyrics - Mania

Out

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[Verse 1: Like] The school teachers talk, I been had answers Knew the whole story without reading all the chapters Going back and forth about my life plans after Most my niggas would rather slang that work for NASA Days in the classes Always fall asleep bugging Most the tests and the quizzes didn't mean nothing Only niggas moving on were ones seen hustling Those that didn't never got to see nothing But you zoom back to me functioning Tried to ball wasn't tall enough to be dunking Young black male trying to make his dreams public I know it had to be something I'm out [Hook: x2] I'm gonna get out of this house I'm gonna make my family proud I'm a show this world what I'm all about I'm out [Verse 2: BeYoung] Damn, I been dreaming of this day A moment we can finally get away Ain't right times before when I was trying get a date Hungry at the crib, broke, trying get a plate That was for the fun, though Gung-ho Used to the struggle Used to the labels saying "Look, we don't want you" Used to the ladies saying "Look, we don't want you" Now we on ya cable saying "Look what we come to" I sorta like haters now We need em in the world they make the place go round Funny how Everything is so tasteful now Hip Hop ain't never died it just changed it's style How do I look? Get my good side when you click it I got your girl smiling at me now when we kick it Still down to earth holla at me we can kick it Smoke on it we get caught you can pay the ticket... I'm fucking with you [Hook] [Verse 3: Mibbs] Well, everything's packed up Nothing left in the closet but the black tux And I'm a keep it right there it was bad luck Cause I ain't even went to prom, man, that sucks So I'm a say goodbye to the room you saw me grow up in No more G.I. Joe and no Teddy Ruxpin This the same room where I first fell in love in Brittany came over and I got my first nothing And I'm a miss it Washing all the dishes Feeding all the fishes Even on Christmas All the fun visits That old trash bag full of empty SunKisses So before I walked out that door My momma prayed for me and my pop said "Boy You know the world is yours There's nothing that can stop what God has in store" I'm out... [Hook]

Can I Live II

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
(feat. Memphis Bleek) [Jay-Z] Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo Is y'all niggas finished Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo [Jay-Z] Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out Scream 'Whats that about,' then I clap out I get my plot on, in my drop on Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate me I got popped on, feelin' it (feelin' it) Chickens are ice grillin' it Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devils fire I'm raised different, reactin' situations Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's Sing along if you with me, til the end of the road I'm cynical when in the view of the public And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews The percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you Can I live For all my niggas with all white airforce ones and black guns, stack ones yo Can I live For all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what I mean, huh Can I live To all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll heads yo Can I live To all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas [Jay-Z] I got the feds sending me letters 'cause Im schooling the youth But they cant lock me down 'cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, thats a given Why is it why dont y'all try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived in My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you more than try to defend you I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth And all I see is life cycle just repeatin' itself Ran into shorty boppin' down the ave On his way to clockin' mad then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Memphis Bleek] Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta have When I catch up to these feinds Im'a knock 'em on they ass Not to brag, sometimes I look at life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not a When I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turn Holla at you faggots that its my block to burn That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' annoyed and knew all About a dope feind before reading donald goings Flipping boying, using the right cut One thing thats fucked up is bad dope that I cant pump This slab gotta re-up and rebag, blend it in with the raw Bubble it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch For some blacktop shit What you want nigga, what you want nigga What you want, what you want nigga Can I live... To all my niggas that hold coke and they bubble coat Tryin' to win in the construction Timbs yo Can I live... Yo USA, all my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man All my chicks gettin' that washing set with their welfare check All the mommies dame besa, alright All my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at this rap Know what I mean All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit, I'll see y'all All my niggas at St. Pauls after they say some fucked up shit Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockafella forever yo Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huh Memph Bleek nigga

Walk On By

FAT JOE "Don Cartagena"
(Kid Capri) Yes indeed, What the deal This is the world famous Kid Capri up here wit my man Joey Crack Joey Crack got this new joint coming out Yo Joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is (Fat Joe) This is for the hoes and bitches (Kid Capri) A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies (Fat Joe) Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches (Kid Capri) Speak on it man Verse 1-Fat Joe This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers You know the type, Damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice And made a dildo of ice A-yo it's like the hiest move ya phat ass to gain And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (Yo that's foul Joe) Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso I love the way you hold that Joe Crack bozak While niggas bone that My stomach's where ya nose at Just another hoe in the midst That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris (Chorus) All you bitches be fuckin' for money Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me You ain't smokin' my lye Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by All you bitches just walk on by Verse 2-Fat Joe I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah met her backstage at a show in Atlanta seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered When I took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas Did my eyes decieve me Was she suckin' three pee-pee's Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T.V. Couldn't wait to beep me Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the Trinity stars Big Joe'll railroad Any frail hoe Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows Now who the hell knows Why these girls fuck for cell phones Turnin' tricks for material shit Now bust it, You wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar These chics is hott rodders Wit grips like Rottwilers But why bother Picture me payin' a fee I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these hoes for free (Chorus) Verse 3-Charli Baltimore Picture B-More on the floor on all fours mind must've lost yours never been tossed Tour thats what I do for ones Not whore baby thats what I do for fun Now I dread that I gave you head All because them four double A duracells went dead My vibrator....Huh!! playa hatin' on me Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free Now you boomeranged....All I wanted was some ac-tion Brought my own Branton Got my own mansion Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas Please, you was just something to do Had a camcorder too How you like that boo You madd cuz I hit that and vanished Or cuz you on tape screamin' CHARLI BALTIMORE in spanish (Chorus) All you bitches be fuckin' for money Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me You ain't smokin' my lye Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by All you bitches just walk on by (Ad-libs til fade) Just walk on by See ya later yeah You scandulous hoe

Affirmative Action

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. AZ, Foxy Brown, and Cormega (The Firm)) [Intro: AZ] This is what... this what they want huh This is what it's all about.. What Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me 'Life's a Bitch,' but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key The Firm baby, volume one uhh..

Jason's

R.a.t
-CHORUS- u dont have 2 cry 4 me, just make sure that she ride 4 me (x4) I've been jumped by 10 guys all at the same time had by eye bust open but i still never cried but the day, the judge gave my little brother life, i swear i couldn't stop the tears from falling out my eyes. I couldn't believe it, my little brothers locked up, he just turned 17 i swear this world is f**ked up the judge was rasicst! I dont care what anybody says, when i see him on road he's gonna breathe his last breath My dad was mad hurt, he'd just lost a son, thoughts runnin' through his head, how am'i gonna tell him mum? His girlfreind cried, coming like a river on the ground, when we told the rest of the family, they all broke down, we all prayed, Wished for better days, thinking about the pill, hoping he's ok, but dont worry Jay, see cause prison aint your fate, just be patient & wait & be destined for summing great!! -Chourus- You use 2 walk like me you use 2 talk like me, if a girl said your to young you tell her she might like me, just like me, you wanted 2 learn 2 rap u never sounded UK, use 2 sound like 2pac, Your a joker, you always was a soldier, Never back down thats exactly what i told ya i hope your keeping your head up bro, & if you need anything just let me no, your my little brother, & u no that i love ya we're from the same semen but got different mother but thats a minor, your much more than a half when your imitating dad you use 2 make me laugh, you use 2 get me vex, when you stole my clothes but just to let u no that if you were on road i swear brother, i'd give you my whole wardrobe and thats no lie! -Chorus- Im saying lord please let my little brother free & home he's ment to be here with his family & father i believe things happen for a reason i no he's done wrong but god i really need him my family's bleedin, its tearing us apart he's (?grown on the out??) but got a good heart now he see's the light, where before he only saw the dark prepeard to make a change make a brand-new start! People ask - Why Why Why - He done the things he did, cause just remember he was only a kid Now he's grown & big, much more mature, smarter, wiser, ready & strong father open the door & let m brother walk free if i had 1 wish god thats what it would be i hear & i see i have faith & i believe how much longer you gonna let my family grieve? -Chourus-

Burn Black

HOLE "My Body The Hand Grenade"
Now you complain you say you want the keys Over my dead body baby that's where they'll be Forgive me now I'll just slit your neck You say you remember baby you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey, hey, this much is true Now I burn black for you And I'm trying just to forget Never I won't Never I won't Never ever never Saying things that you can't hear My doll mouth to your deaf ear Gushing up a violent smear My doll mouth to your deaf ear Hey, hey, this much is true I never twisted you Hey, hey, this much is true Baby I burn black for you No, I won't go down to it Never I won't Ever I won't Never I won't never Crawl right up the wall And up the stairs And down your hall Now you beg and you want me Over my dead body baby that's where I'll be And you laugh at my disease While sugar runs from my arteries Hey, hey, this much is true I never bothered you Hey, hey, this much is true Baby I burn black for you And I'm trying just to forget Never I won't Never I won't Ever I won't never Starts out like magic, some sick religion That ain't no vulture, that's a f***ing pigeon She's got vultures in her hair And blood and feathers they are everywhere You want retreat They'll be deep Dig mine they choke and seep Baby there, there is a room Full of death and whores and truth I am waiting in that room I am dying in that room It's all hoarse, it's all pain It's all disease, man it's all the same My little judaist My little twin Where you start that's where the night begins She said, I want it now ...

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