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2 Bitches

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Hook: Pimp niggas don't pay a dime, I'm fuckin 2 bitches at the same time Then I hit the studio and I write a rhyme, I Call it 'Tramp Hoes Aint Hard to Find' Verse 1: I took 2 bitches to a hotel I told em both 'you know I won't tell' Bitch, curiosity killed the cat you gotta lick the clit while I hit it from the back Don't be stingy girl, lick my balls too You was talkin big shit when I called you You said you never fucked another girl before And you wanted me to help you so Bitch, I took you down to the strip club I told you 'look around, who you wanna fuck?' You picked thick chocolate, big booty, big tits I told her she could have you, and this dick She got so excited she got off work early Jumped in the back and started lickin on my girlie I couldn't get home fast enough Now its time to fuck Hook Verse 2: When we got to my room she started actin nervous Sat down and said 'lets order room service' I said 'bitch, what are ya smokin? A big fat dick comin from East Oakland' I stuck it in her mouth she started moanin I said 'hang up, get off my telephone, bitch' I put the game down immediately I'm a vet from the town started freakin them freaks And once they started, they couldn't stop I fuck em for awhile then I kick back and watch Two bitches at the same time And neither one of these hoes is mine I don't give a fuck I'm a player I been doin this for years, I got bitches everywhere You think I'm payin hoes? You got the game distorted You a trick, mad cause you can't afford it Hook Verse 3: Them bitches kissed 20 minutes straight non-stop Strip girl on the bottom, lil momma on top It was beautiful, you know what happened next Spent 20 more minutes lickin each others breasts Two titty suckin hoes, navels and toes Bitch rolled her on her stomach, licked her asshole I was smokin on a fat one, layin in the cut After seein this shit, I aint wanna fuck I wanna see how long they can keep goin I don't know, I fell asleep on 'em When I woke up I was gettin my dick sucked These hoes horny as fuck, they can't get enough I was fuckin them sluts till the sun came up Nut in both their mouths, you ever done that stuff? Dog baby, this shit aint really nuthin to me You better handcuff your ho or I'll be fuckin your freak, nigga Hook Sing it, pimp niggas don't pay a dime I'm fuckin 2 bitches at the same time, Fuckin 2 bitches at the same time Let em know pimp niggas dont pay a dime, bitch Hit the studio and write a rhyme These tramps aint hard to find nigga Bitch 2 Bitches 2 of em

Don't Play No Games

C-Murder "Life Or Death"
bra, why you talkin' that shit, huh? (what? you heard me) take this shit to the streets right now (you heard me) all that yappin' and no action ain't called for, you dig? (for real)(what's happenin') you don't wanna fuck with C (bad motherfuckers) you don't wanna fuck with me (just a bunch of bad motherfuckers) you don't wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherfuckers) [C-Murder] Don't play no games, cuz boy we be bout killin' you ain't got shit to die for you shouldn't be livin' get rid the fuckin' smirk ain't a damn thing funny all my niggas know we live for weed and money platinum and vogues on the walls of my company cuz TRU niggas live life motherfuckin' G's presidents and playin' in every resident cuz pumpin' no limit shit is essential I make money off the words that I speak I flip a cassette like I used to flip a quarter key the rap game is like standin' on a block every tape I sell is like a motherfuckin' dime rock give me the money so you can keep the bitches they don't play no game C-Murder bout his riches the money talk and bullshit walks pay to get delt with and haters get they ass kicked (Chorus) Don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin' just a bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas Don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin' bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas [Mystikal] A whole bunch of bad motherfuckers ya we bad watch us I ain't playin' with your bitch ass even if I smoke weed all day drankin' on King Cobra my eyes red my head bad I still fuck over ya you know the name you know the game and the pain bitches still the same bigger bank higher rank whatcha thank your head I like your shit don't stank but you're gettin' spanked I'm gonna get at yours forgot that thank you bitch who wrong move I'm gone get you ???? you mental but you been through fuck what your friend do and who you came to (Chorus) [Silkk the Shocker] we bout murder money weed ammunition guns and drugs fake niggas stand correct show my real niggas some love Mrs. Thug I live the life of a motherfuckin' thug 7 digits bigger niggas still fightin' in clubs you think you saw the worst bitch the worst is yet to fuckin' come up jump and take everyone and your best to fucking run shoot first ask questions later quick before I lose ya ask what time it fuckin' was i guess when you're too paranoid smokin' too much motherfuckin' bud don't play no games bitch respect the name bitch fuck who you came with and fuck what you sayin' bitch you heard of Mystikal, heard of P, heard of me, and heard of C either we solo or we ridin' thirty-d you can't stop me I know all they can do is watch me drop ya with your eyes closed in a project curb apartment motherfuckin' dealin' you wanna know why we ain't smilin' cuz we thugs we mugs ain't nothin' bout being friendly (Chorus)(2X)

Back Again

JUELZ SANTANA "From Me To U"
[Juelz] Yeah nigga, I heard my man Luca was out I guess he's... [Chorus] BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way [Verse] Now I'm "Back A-gain", just like flash was Bad like Shaft was, react like Cassius... Clay did in the ring with his back up... Against the ropes, jab, jab, back up It's all for what, it's all for us, all for bucks You chumps remind me of Mister Softee chucks Icey niggaz, banana boat milkshake ice cream niggaz I don't like these niggaz, nope I pop shots, hot glocks, shoot through vans too Oh-Bob-bobalo-bamboo, move And I'm fo' really with the milly-o Leave many wholes like the cereal Cheerios You into funny money, I'm rakin' in silly do' The type that don't really fold, just sittin' there and gettin' old I got the game ina loop kid, kinda like Snoop did It's more than me, it's more than the music I'm.... [Chorus] BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way [Verse] Come through new coup Z Three plus fitty, me plus Jimmy Speed up slow, ease up quickly Yeah we puff really, yeah we just silly Puddy-buddies yeah he just kills me, shit And I'm sick in the mind They don't understand this trife style lifestyle Live in a mine, but still I'm "Back A-Gain" BAck with my 45, Cadillac that my shorty drives Maggy-mackin' my shorty's live "Back A-Gain" Straight from 4-45, West 53 in Amsterdam Also known as Gramsterdam, way before the Santana man Long time ago, way before the bandana, damn Young scrammy scram on the block hand to hand Hard I was slangin' it, straight Leron James with it No big star, no big car One big rock, one big block, I'll go far [Chorus] BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way [Verse] Now this has been one hell of a year This has been one hell of a ride, I'm tellin' you guys They'd thought we'd never survive, Jeky'll and Hyde Or the great american pie, weapons collide Dead or alive, left with no choice but to um, better our lives Get up and strive, but um, get up and roll, get up ya know Get up and go, these motherfuckers ain't lettin' us go So we get up and take it, get up and make it happen for us Nobody can gt up and take this In rappin' we trust, gat packin's a must It's part of my nature, part of my wake up Part of my waist yup, pardon my waist chump For this part of my waist chump, come part in of your face, yup It's Santana, part of the great stuff Fo really man, pardon I'm great chump [Chorus] BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way

Freestyle With Remy Martin

BIG PUNISHER "Endangered Species"
[Big Pun] Yo yo yo What the fuck, Terror Squad All we do is battle what; what, what what Yo it's The Dream Shatterer strictly for cream team battler Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer King of the throne, bringin it home five nights Up in The Source - five mics Whippin a Porsche - high price Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911 That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis} You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart [Remy Martin] Yo.. yo, yo, yo All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe Had to leave niggaz bleedin just so we could get our dough It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason on the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggaz cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggaz Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open Leave son chokin, gun still smokin Know how many niggaz like, I bet you Pun wrote it Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!

Can I Still Kill It?

MC Eiht "Death Threatz"
Geah The nigger ho's is back in this muthafucka Mc Eiht, DJ Slip, Half Ounce, Eihthype Bitch I'm only out to fuck, get your lips ready to suck As I go up in you like a mack truck What's love got to do with this? Get butt naked as I squeeze on your ass and grab your tits Shit just call me Mr. King Kong With my nuts in your mouth while you play ping pong ho' I start killin' that twat, you start whinin' Take out the big blow pop and start slimin' So get ready for the big blacks nigga Eiht can stick her, it's a winner, tie you over till dinner Bitch, my shit is beef, fuck Bacon no fakin, play hard to get and I'm taking So give that big fat ass a rest With my shit in your mouth as I sit on your chest Geah like my homies from D-F-C: you can get the dick! Bitch, I'm ready to stick Can I still kill it? Geah Uh, what up And all the ho's in the house, geah All the ho's in the house, geah All the ho's in the house, uh We don't love them ho's, geah Geah, take off them G-string drawers So I can start to break down your sugar walls, uh I'll smack it, flip it, rub it, tap it Bend over, stick it up a little bit so I can slap it All over that big fat tail Making you come faster than the metro rail Uh, I'm rubbin' your clit, you want me to stick cause you gettin hot Bend over to the side so I can hit the spot Bitch throw your legs on top of my shoulder I kill that mutherfuckin' twat I thought I told you I thought it was cool pimpin, playin like Michael ???? But the bitch was scandlous like Robin Givens I guess i just couldn't handle this Twat that's deeper than Atlantis Oh geah, pussy so big that I can't even feel it But fuck it, I'ma still kill it Geah And that's how it goes down in the 94 Like my nigga Doggy Dogg say: We don't love them hoes! And like my nigga Too $hort say: I give you a bitch before I give you a joint And like my nigga Ant Banks say: Bitch, I'm only out to fuck Geah And it's going down like that Yo Willie take me the fuck outta here

Animal

JUVENILE "Reality Check"
[Mannie Fresh] Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two]

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