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PUFF DADDY lyrics - No Way Out

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(feat. The Family) Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know [Verse One: Puff Daddy] I looked back and saw the cat focus, took notice Stayed away from the bogus, til his rise began Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far [Chorus: repeat 2X] Do you know where you're goin to Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to Do you know [Verse Two: Puff Daddy] Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor Sore from all the pain her body couldn't ignore So far from pure, rotten to the core Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore [Chorus] [Verse Three: Puff Daddy] Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust [Chorus w/ variations] I been on this road for a long time now At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's never smooth, on the road of life I don't know where I'm going I just know where I wanna end up at [Chorus w/ variations] Lord can you help me get there Please let me get there [piano interlude, Chorus again]

Cartel Gathering

JADAKISS "The Last Kiss"
[Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo! Word to ride nigga, yeah Aiyyo we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings And the music stopped, Jada stood up (yeah) Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, I been in spots where I can't even mention it "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it!" Romanian dude, black down, pourin the saki Face slumped to the side like Rocky Then Strahan came through, with his bullshit ring He said YIKES, when I pulled out my monster bling Don't be afraid of the New York street talk I switch gear all day bro, like you do on your peach porch The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it Fat asses in fishnets, shakin they pelvis Playin with they pussy, middle finger drippin, I smelt it Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz Me and Sheek, walkin around bitch-slappin niggaz There go Rae, there go P Yo Chop whattup! Whattup? [Raekwon] Sam Cooke writin hand, all of my lightning, damn Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams for my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin with steel Eatin Jamaican food under the wheel You know the deal, book somethin then blow When from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? Had it in me, rolled down coolin with coke That's the 90's, Chef era take over America Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin the mic booth Travel right past my heritage Them old school niggaz is me Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin a ki Yo I do this with a natural movement Catch me by the {?}, scope on me, fuck it I'm losin it [Jadakiss] AH-HAHHHH! Uh, yeah, yo I did it my way, lights off on the highway Greek statues on both sides of the driveway Word to the stamps on the diesel The way these niggaz is lookin either they got cramps or they evil One go we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough Cashmere and suede cargoes On top of the beige Wallo's 45 government edition clippers, straight hollows My (Clientele) is (Supreme) and it's proven that I'm (Only Built 4 the Link) if it's (Cuban) I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet (uh-uh) "Last Kiss" is a French one, it's not a peck (uh-uh) Movin powder, piff and a lot of wet You're gonna die, that's a promise, not a threat Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin Cause I'd just rather splatter them This is a Cartel gatherin, what?

Ma Ma Ma

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[112 + (Joe)] 112! (Jump off!) Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know) [Verse One: Joe Budden] You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue Don't no other mami give me head like you I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life Don't mistake my talkin modest Still put you in the wide bedroom with the walk-in closet Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter Ex-man never had you feelin that fly Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off New school your neck, take that herringbone off Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan System old school, play 'em and had 'em We makin it happen, oh yeah [Chorus: 112] Turn this off for a minute We can do freaky things if you widdit We can be me and you, I know you feel it You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la" All you want, you can get it You can have all my time, let's spend it The way you do your thing, I can't forget it Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Verse Two: Joe Budden] Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come They already know they gotta pay for they meals Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies Just because I don't match your compatible sign I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha) Who else you know gon' poke it like that? And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin "La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look Private party, it's just me, you and the new India.Arie, you won't be sorry Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par [Chorus] [Verse Three: Joe Budden] Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss And I never let a clown disrespect my miss I need dat in my life, a G might cry But you the only one that ever get to see that side Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush We can take baby steps, that may be the best Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is Ready to take things a little mo' serious Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour? Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin [Interlude: 112] Baby let me be with you more, hold you more Let me get the chance, I can show you more Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out "La la-la la, la la la la" If I could, wife you out, ride this out You're the only one I wouldn't ride without I could show you what this life's about I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Chorus - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs] [Joe Budden] This is the type of shit right here, listen You gotta go to the car wash on this one Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit If it just went yesterday, when you wake up Take it to the car wash Don't just get the exterior joint neither We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside Ha ha! Ayy..

Ain't What You Do

BIG BROVAZ
Intro: Ladies and gentlemen, they're back once again and I hope you've all been listening The Big Brovaz collective are definitely here to stay And here is what they have to say It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it That's right, I mean that's why we love you guys You're so creative and very innovated... really And that's what gets results BIG BRO YEAH! If you put your mind to it you can do what you want you can see that we did it look what we've gone through It wasn't easy but we did what we had to, just to get results You need to understand anything is possible Don't be afraid to show who you are and what you know Just do your own thing, go ahead and find the time to perfect what you do in life Freeze pauze, let me show y'all Who's simply the best it's Big Bro y'all We always come correct we never go phoney And that's what makes us hot, we won't stop We came here to school you, because life's an exam You wanna pass, being best is crucial Now these are just a couple of words you should get used to It ain't what you do it's how you do what you do do Chorus: It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it It ain't what you do it's how best you can do it It ain't what you do it's the time that you do it And that's what gets results So you want the whole enchilada Evisu and the prada New car new house that's more hotter That's more money so you've gotta work harder And that's what gets results trust me You wanna wake up to breakfast first thing And all them ice and jewels that go bling So you gotta just put the work in Cause that's what gets results trust me People listen to the rhythm as we take control Moving to the beat like never before Click your fingers and nod your head Let me know that you're feeling this Stop this, is what I hear you saying Stop this, I'm driving you insane I say stop this Music keeps the vibe when we live it our timing It's our way that we're doing this Chorus Bridge I'm just keeping it real The same me like before the deal Still rip up beats the same street appeal Still making it hot the heat you can feel People like damn Rocky man you need to chill Big Brovaz blowing up now switch the game Nu Flow was rowdy but can y'all do it again No doubt and even better put the raps together With the R B everybody telling me Chorus Outro Fingaz yeah

Bump Heads

50 CENT
[50 Cent] Yeah, Shady, Haha G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!!! ... Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? You can't understand how I get my dough 50 Cent, I'm on fire cuz Shady said so... I'm on fire!! [Eminem] Everybody's in a rush tryna get to the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail and livin wreckless But if you go check my belt You may see something else I used to protect myself A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people cross the line But this muthafucka Ja must've lost his mind That X, got him thinkin he was DMX Then he switched to Pac now he's tryna be him next So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael? Jus keep singin the same song recycled We'd all much rather get along than fight you Me and Hailie danced to your songs, we like you And you don't really wanna step aside no mic do you C'mon now, you know the white boy'll fight you I hurt your pride dog and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you Killin you fasta than you poppin pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants ta So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, 'Ja what up, dog?' How come you didn't say you had a problem then? When you was standin there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then I'm a grown man dog come holla All you did was slap-hands, smile and swallow another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be Chorus x2: [50 Cent] I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon ya go'n see You don't wanna bump heads with me [Tony Yayo] You couldn't son me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol I clap at your ass with this chrome 38 And put six thru your hats of 7 and 3/8s Irv you ain't Suge Knight, (???) I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike You know and I know who took ya chain You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Siegel, bitch (Chorus x2) [Lloyd Banks] Fuck that I'm miles away And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin 'em out ya man Tellin New York, even in Compton they understand I'm on the block where you was raised doin chocolate out tha game and They see me pop a boy for an icey cuz I could Shootin guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to make a song Now you want it wit us, half your artists got to make a point Every magazine I own your on your knees takin prayer pictures And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches You don't know nuttin about what pain is sucka I'll put your ass to the ground like a train conductor, muthafucka (Chorus x2)

Organizer

Chubb Rock "The One"
No one can do it better [Chubb Rock] You see that black man over there, bring him here You see the one with the blunt, put him in the front cause it's time to prepare, some kind of strategy this year It's only been about ten million months that we were lost in the sauce but of course with the help of the boss we prevail and now we're on this positive scale But now it's time to take it one step further Preferably without any obvious murders If you don't ?? I don't give a shit If you do it to a man of our shade you definitely played, yourself and us and then the heritage crust will be crushed to puss cause of your lust that you must just bust a man of your own kind, you must be blind Archie Bunker and Joey's gonna snuff ya from behind One day - cause we easy prey to get It's not a threat place a bet recollect the terms met many years ago that we're inferior and inferior people shouldn't know they're really superior And yo - it's time to listen, tick-tock, tick-tock Comin from Chubb Rock so check the clock and organize! [Malcolm X] Anytime you look at yourself Be you black, brown, red or yellow A so-called negro You are you represent a person who poses, such a serious problem for America because you're not wanted No one can do it better [Chubb Rock] If the battle of the races was a basketball game, who'd reign? Look for the blacks we have Strickland Ewing Magic course Jordan is the don Isiah Dominique Barkley and Akeem Olujawon For the whites Bird ?? McHale and Paxon Shouldn't go any further you know it's gonna get wack son But if the black players have an ego, and won't let go the rock no matter how nice they are they're gonna flop Look chop - in a sold-out capacity crowd The upsets will be so loud Yes teamwork, yes y'all teamwork If a jerk wants to go for self he gets hurt, and now Dinkins is the man, so Magic form the plan Yo Strickland run the point, Jordan is the guard and organize! [Malcolm X] So we are all black people, so-called negroes Second-class citizens; ex-slaves You are nothin but a ex-slave You don't like to be told that - but what else are you? You are ex-slaves you didn't come here on the Mayflower! [Chubb Rock] I shall not have no other one but this one That is description now here's the full picture Frame it, aim it, name it proclaim it To be a Chubb Rock original.. ain't it, funny That four years ago I wasn't making an inkling of money Had to put four chicken wings on layaway and had to come back the next day for the fried rice The price you could let me chill with a quarter but I oughta just order, a lettuce sandwich with a large water, drink it down until I can make up a Chubb Rock sound that will end all this, then I take the risk And if I fail I won't do a fishtail, in the abyss That's a diss, I'm strivin not Drivin, Miss Daisy and Patrick Swayze don't amaze me or faze me Me look up to these stupid clowns - you're crazy! My mama raised me on Mama Mabley Dorothy Dandridge crossed an ill bridge The media got involved into her shit Gashed her grill and boggled up her wit Took her name like a crook And how long shall they kill our prophets while we stand aside and look? Here's the hook - open your eyes and organize [Malcolm X] And we unite - on the basis of what we have in common And what we have foremost in common is that enemy; the white man; he's an enemy to all of us I know some of you all think that some of them AREN'T enemies!

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