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PUFF DADDY lyrics - Forever

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(feat. Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo, G-Dep, Redman) [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

Eminem Feat. J-black, Masta Ase

EMINEM
[Announcer] Welcome back, to the stage of history [Eminem] Yo.. Slim Shady! Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll.. I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes [Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)] I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? [Chorus 1/2] [Announcer] Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! [Masta Ace] Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care [Chorus] [J-Black] But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha.. [Announcer] Time's up! You lose!

Chaining Day

J. COLE "Born Sinner"
[Verse 1:] Look at me, pathetic nigga, this chain that I bought You mix dream pain and fame, this is heinous result Let these words be the colors I'm just paintin' my heart I'm knee-deep in the game and it ain't what I thought Copped the Range Rover, my girl got the Mercedes Iced out crazy I wanna shine like Baby Compared to that nigga, I ain't even got a bib yet Truth be told I ain't even bought a crib yet This is everything they told a nigga not to do Image is everything I see, it got a lot to do With the way people perceive, and what they believe Money short so this jewelry is like a weave Meant to deceive and hear niggas say I see you Now bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be you And police wanna stop you, frisk you wonder what he do If a hater snatch yo chain, I bet it still won't free you Cause I'll be right back grinding 'til I cop another I sit and think about all this shit I coulda copped my mother My partner said that's just the game my nigga So I heard my jeweler say, here go your chain my nigga [Hook:] This is chaining day (I need you to love me, love me) Chaining day, oh my chaining day (I need you to love me, love me) My chaining day My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear They even iced out Jesus' hair My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus' hair [Verse 2:] Ice on this white Jesus seem a little unholy The real strange thing about this iced out Rolly It's the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed at The same shit a rich white mo'fucka laugh at Well laugh on white man, I ain't paid as you But I bet your rims ain't the same age as you And I ain't got no investment portfolio But my black and white diamonds shinin' like a Oreo I know back home where niggas sit today He rock a chain and he always got some shit to say Even back when I was broke I knew his shit was fake He'd prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could break But hey, you know the sayin', "Fake it 'til you make it" Me, I did the opposite, made it then I faked it And actin' like I gave a fuck, money I was savin' up To buy a crib that's gated to that hundred racks, I gave it up For what [Hook:] (I need you to love me, love me) Chaining day, oh my chaining day (I need you to love me, love me) My chaining day My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear They even iced out Jesus' hair My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus' hair [Outro:] Lord This is the last time Told my accountant, it's the last time I swear this is the last time I know that I said that shit last time But this the last time Mama I swear this is the last time So don't take my chains from me This is the last time Cause I chose this slavery This is the last time Don't take my chains from me This is the last time Cause I love this slavery I need you to love me, love me, love me... I said this is my last time

Slab

Mr. Lucci
(Mr.Lucci) *Echos* Ha, Them boys don't think we can freesyle up here huh? Put it in they face, and make them feel somethin These niggaz don't think these Dallas boys got somethin um-huh, just dont know (know)..Tell' em It's me that's creepin up ya' block without no tops, spark and glistenin with the number one niggaz, our side is D-TOWN is bringin these hits wit him Hmm, and is keepin a sliff wit him plus a fifth in him, wit some creased up denim Yu could catch me limpin, right cup sippin, well then I'm sho' nuff pimpin, playa Well i thought ya knew the truth when we drop Mr. Pook' up on you boyz,playa Haters claim the fool, so we let loose, Mr. Luc' wit ghetto noise, say what? Need to watch that Cuz ain't nothin' but platinum plaques comin up out Kevin A. cat I guarantee's that, and ya best believe that Hold on dawg where my sweet at?(Sew it mayne) Nigga pass the flame so I can heat that(Nigga gon' ahead shit) Let me gon' fire up the doskey do', oh, Kevin A. brang the beat back Ain't no stoppin this, soon as we don droppin this Man Ed and Kap down at the barn gon' be choppin it (Chh*Chh*Chh*) with screw versions cross the topand this And a monopoly in the indusrty, is what this gon' occur to me Better peep the crook, chain and the piece (chime.Bling) We some warriors from the North The D Doin it how it's suppose to be wit the crroked azz niggaz that's close to me (Chorus)-2x Mr. Lucci he be comin up the block, on slabs Breakin bitches off and it don't stop, no doubt Wettin up ya spot and leavin' it hoe on swoll, nigga How the hell you feel, we pimpin hoes in tight clothes (Mr.Lucci) Well i'm thankin bout bigger thangs(what?) Bigger chain dawg bigger rings Pimp wit a bigger grain off a side of a bigger frame down a bigger lane I'm a bigger mayne. nigga wit a bigger name spittin bigger game (what you is?) True pimp wit a bigger caine as I step through wit a bigger swang I smoke bigger mo's with bigger pros, and bigger hoes and I stack bigger dough, floss bigger fro's, ride bigger vouges and we pull bigger jacks wit bigger gats and bigger cats and we chief bigger sacs, ride bigger Lacs, hand bigger plaques and I cock bigger locks, break bigger glocks up off ya spot and we work bigger guts, and bigger skills dawg bigger nuts and I'm on a bigger chase wit a bigger lake on a bigger place Hmm, my team? Bigger taste, bigger beats wit bigger bass Wit some bigger thoughts, and some bigger bread and a bigger vault man wit come bigger shit- Hunn, like a bigger walk and a bigger talk (Chorus)-2x (Mr.Lucci) Un, nigga how you feel wit twinkie inches on ya Lac(What...?) Breaki bitches off wit fifth wheel on ya back nigga Choppin up ya game nigga or poppin up ya dane a dane a 100 percent southern raiser, mutherfucka on another page Let ya candy paint, drip and drop, and im off the lot wit ya trunk pop any ya front screens, flip and flop, down the block, and it dont stop Drop, 4 G's wit ease, down at 4 li's wit g's down at and soon as I leave, auto crank the car wit my keys And bet, anytime I see ya i got my seet up blaxin my weed up Nigga full of that G stuff, Hen' and Reefa wit sexier divas Justt call me the W-I-G-S-P, L-I-T-T-A Heeeeyyy chiefin mt life away Won't ever change and front my style, fuck that I'm try'na clown I'm talk talkin bout brangin you hits you can bang in ya shit 4 yaers from now I't s trill so huh? It's goin down hill Reclinin and stackin mills, while shinnin in 'Lac Seville's,Playa (Chorus)-2x

96 Fuckries

JME "Integrity>"
Oh please, I couldn't care bout your T & Cs, I'm J to the M to the E, I make G R I M to the E, I make you bop your head, to the beat, From the S W to the N to the E, Bear M to Cs thought they could swim with the sharks Until they entered the Sea, BLUKU! Big up N to the G, Footsie, D to the E to the E, I Show bare love like I did a E, Been like this from I entered the scene, Yeh, grime, I rep to the T, 140 Yeh I kept to the beat, If you wanna badboy grime remix then just give Me or Skepta the Pee, SAFE! You hype too much, But I don't see you fight too much, That's why you're not liked too much, You've been snorting the White too much, You man swear on your life too much, Careful or you might die too much, Bare Mcs just lie too much, If not then they say like too much, Easy peasy similes used frequently Really gets on my nerves, Reason Jme's lyrically sick recently I don't pet with my words, Beef me? really you're chattin all street see but You don't step on the curb, These fake greezy Mc's come against me but See I rep for the nerds, I was out the game but Now I'm inside, Met some of my best pals in grime, Richard Cowie, baddaman James McCabe And Jahmek Power inside, Tempa T said shower down time, Take music serious no lies, And now my badboy megazord whips got More features than iOS5! Juju man, voodoo do'er, Mike Lowery any YouTube viewer, Original dead girlfriend slewer, So I don't care what you do to her, Stop chatting shit poo poo Chewer, "Came from the gutter", "came from the sewer", Anyman that chats poop I will Take out your eyeball with a Bamboo skewer! I roll with Aaron & Aaron, Frequently I get stopped by the gammon, Cause my whip looks like it should be owned by Jeremy Clarkson or Richard Hammond, Feds pull me like I'm a drug baron, Chattin' bare shit, can't understand 'em, In the stereo I got Krept & Konan, In the boot I got my Creps & my Canon, I don't own a blackberry, Ask for my pin and get slapped heavy, Call me a rude kid or a maniac but Beats... I ain't sharing 'em like teddy! The only thing I will share like Jack Is lyrics, spray whenever you're ready, Don't ask why I'm looking in your boat With your big head fam, you got a ferry! I ain't a killer but D P M O! Run up on guys with the green leaf camo', Badboy Eleven Paris leather jacket Fall back It's not CP famo, See my black lips on your TV channel, Bare mcs wanna be me I know, You will never be like Jme, I told you on my last C.D rago! I had a Durag straight at birth, God sent me here to make shit worse, Nobody wants a punch in the face Cause when you get punched in the face it hurts, Jump in the whip, spaceship turbz, Open my drink Shake it first, When I drive My car don't move fam? The wheels turn and they drapes the earth! I am so raw in a rave, Jme Encore on stage, As soon as I spit one 4 & an 8, I will leave the dance floor in a state, You're not lord of the place? You jacked couple guys before with your mates, Your not a badman cause you robbed someone fam? You're just Poor & brave! Beef? Slam doors in your face, Uppercut leave your jaw in a brace, Man will draw for the hadak-dak-duken Leave you on the floor snoring away, MCs think they're raising the bar By spitting on 14 genres a day? Safe, Raising the bar makes it easier for me to score anyway! One take.

Belly Of The Beast

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Intro:] Dangerous, dangerous These niggas can't hang with us hang with us Nigga we dangerous, dangerous My nigga we [Verse 1 - Joey Bada$$:] I swear all my life I been around crips and bloods Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe Coming at me sideways, get straighten up Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up Looking back in the days, amazed Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze Still feel caged, enraged though Used the underground railroad like a runaway slave Broke off the chains still runway fresh Got you on that mental plane with my project jet I'm two steps above that nimbus cloud My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that loud Focus in the now, when the lotus is around It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about But I don't need a vet to even shout me out Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out [Bridge - Joey Bada$$:] Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif Women come around, I look em down like they don't know shit Word around the town is that they got the match explode it [Hook - Chronixx:] I'm a child of the city Son of the streets And it's just a pity They not tough like we And things not look pretty When we got to eat Things get much deeper Deeper and deeper [Verse 2 - Chronixx:] And I survive, thank the father Feel like I was raised by Clans One Order Had to keep calm and hold ma corner Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the border Pro Era teach them the pros and cons Of living in a city with a thousand dons A thousand ghetto youths with a thousand guns Cold hearted killers with frozen lungs But praise rastafari we wheel and come again Know I Nyabinghi sit know we the drummer dem Dem ammunition are tougher we power dem Lightning and thunder a devour them Pro Era teach them the pros and cons Original Chronixx and Joe Badmon No King Selassie, we have the golden crown Get ready for the shift we are the chosen ones [Hook - Chronixx]

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