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TQ lyrics - Second Coming

Superbitches

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Every long time ago From my brother Nal Brawl came lifting your paper Got to go I think about it every nite After the shows over Situation for those who don't know I met her at the superbowl Had to snatch her off one of the broncos He won the game but he lost his breeze Cos here me she me thing In my bed while she freakin its been 2 years since I met her since we been together we made a lot of chedder picture some shit had no drama didn't have no shit or stick when I was broke my baby help me get rich (Chorus) Superbitches I like Superbitches All about they man And procting they riches And if u take me downtown Ill be counting my chickens It ain't nothing missing Like it then don't listen Cos its just Superbitches They looking at me funny But I know your paying attention Every word that they saying you better belive it And if you don't shell be sitting in the kitchen waiting to hitchen Tell you bout my superbitch Give me the point to assure That she gonna keep my shit Lock down nigga Ain't nobody every Fit better Around this little niggas digga So I figure Be a super trick On my superbitch Got them blam blames on her wrist And as long as she fucking with this Im am gonna lace her with the stuff that make your eyes squint For my bitch Nigga like super quick Won't think shit Met her kids buying hundreds of gifts That she blessing me with The way I walked her out nigga Its with her Don't even think another nigga could get her She gonna role with me as I get bigga And for hating she a killer nigga That's my superbitch (Chorus) I can always tell a superbitch She love her kicks Only wear the flyist shit All she get she work for it Dirt for it Flirt for it Baby what u working with Get your arse dream about her Get home in your bed Won't sleep without her Say it louder nigga And it taste good when you licker And bust quick when u sticker Boy I like a superbitch So when u see me in my rover that's who im with She probably driving it Getting high in it And if the boys pull her over she hiding the shit And bind with it That's my baby and she down with this gansta shit And good at it That my superbitch And when im done with this im going home to my superbitch (Chorus)

Game Of Life

Snoop Doggy Dog "Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told"
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n] Snoop: GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game [3X's] Gunblast *gunshots* echo fast and all I seen was loose cash I hit the flo' when they go I make sure I grab all the dough The Scene: Long Beach yeah '86 Where: The liquor store nigga on some devilish shit I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon my homeboy got away but shit I wasn't tellin' So I fell in a trap with no getback they threw away the key and now I'm a OG In the County jail rappin bangin' at the same time and since I don't smoke cigarettes loc shit I gotta slang mine And I ain't tryin' to get on swole so I ain't fuckin' with the iron I got bitches bringin' me money ain't a godamn thing funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P from the ETG [Eight-Trey] and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg from the Westside Four-O's got love for Short and my homeboy J-Ball from the Seven four ? from that gang and the homeboy Tracy D from the big bad ass ese gang them straight killas they know I got game that's real from a trio nigga havin' green Get yo' hustle on nigga 'fore you end up dead It's too much paper to get Can ya dig it? Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it? Shit... GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game [Steady Mobb'n] There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball watch them hatas and pretendas and all the shit they do cause nowadays some of these niggas be bitches too Keep the business professional get ya heat at all times keep them snitches on the sideline cause you know pressure burst the pipeline Keep ya eyes on ya enemies watch those close to ya See them outside niggas can't touch ya it be the ones inside that do ya Smilin' in ya face but want to take yo' place fuck around and be playa let's make a deal with the D.A. Don't be ridin' with no niggas who ain't sure if he gon' get down cause it only take a split second to get ya buck buck and lay down Hesitation'll buy ya fate get that ass all caught up ya little homey might be cool if them other two priors ain't brought up Remember took time to kill smash and don't give a fuck Be a hog about ya papers straight hungry for that der come up Respect the game feel what the soldier talkin' about If you got to be in that game stack ya change and get the fuck out! [Snoop] GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game 3x [Steady Mobb'n] Game recognize game ?? kickin' back smokin' Mary Jane I'm gettin' high in the game my little homey popped him with the cane Some niggas only in it for the fame Niggas ain't ready for the game if you ain't down then get the fuck out the game or represent yo' thang Ghosttown LB SB Brookfield 76 Folktown the 90's Twomp twomp put yo' guns up when the tank dogg roll up who got the weed nigga hold up I'm the King of Oakland nigga raise up I ain't givin' a fuck I'm still ?hugged? cause my down South niggas show me love and the muthafuckin' gifts dancin' in the club That's game [Snoop] GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game *Talking* Steady Mobbin', D O double G, ain't No Limit to that shit Nigga Carlos on the beat Beats By The Pound 'Bout 3:34 in the morning don't even matter We puffin' all night, straight game, game. I got all my game from my momma yeah a nigga didn't gave me none of this shit that's real. Wanna say what up to my momma, for givin' me all this game...

Get Da Drop On Em

LL COOL J "Mr Smith"
Check it out I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale Next step throw a stack up on the third rail The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the butter Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount Mispronounced, how do LL bounce And get ya shit bust I turn ya faggots into mush Ya slippin, I'm grippin microphones real tight Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be (Say what) [Chorus:] Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas [repeat x 3] I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising You clowns know when I bring forth the heat Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch What Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick [Chorus] You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done And dick ya down in front of everyone Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine You never hear a nigga like me, never in time I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix [Chorus] Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose With the blues light my fuse, allow me To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs Crystal clear so you can hear every word Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas [repeat x 2] Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot!

Quit Your Job

JAMIE FOXX
Shawty, quit yo' job He make you work too hard Baby, quit yo' job Qu-qu-quit yo' 9-5 Baby, you need to quit yo' job Yo' man make you work too hard Qu-qu-quit yo' job Qu-qu-quit yo' 9-5 Oh shit, I never seen a girl like this, mhmm She roll around, goin' up and down Just to drop and scrub the ground Oh shit, I just want a lil bit Back it up on my jeans, put it all on me There's no place I'd rather be Than here with you (?) she was dat But girl, you stole my heart The way you whip it in Way you dip it in I feel like a kid in the park Can you do this in bed Then get up and fix me some eggs And if you can't call yo' man like a 9-5 Then tell him you quit And you gon' be with me We could watch some foreign films Then romance And if he still wanna pull yo' pants Tell the nigga you quit And you gon' be with me Baby, you're my girl and you're my dream And you're the finest thing I've ever seen Oh baby, shit I never had a girl like this She fix me pancakes She know how to bake Got me lickin' out her plate Oh shit No girl never put it down like this Call yo' man and tell him you sorry You can drive any car Except the Ferrari Oh baby, baby (?) she was dat But girl, you stole my heart The way you whip it in Way you dip it in I feel like a kid in the park Can you do this in bed Then get up and fix me some eggs And if you can't call yo' man like a 9-5 Tell him you quit And you gon' be with me We could watch some foreign films Then romance And if he still wanna pull yo' pants Tell the nigga you quit And you gon' be with me Baby, you're my girl and you're my dream And you're the finest thing I've ever seen Oh baby, shit I wanna be the one that's by yo' side I wanna be that nigga that says "Goodnight" Oh, tell the nigga you quit And you gon' be with me We could watch some foreign films Then romance And if he still wanna pull yo' pants Tell the nigga you quit And you gon' be with me Baby, you're my girl and you're my dream And you're the finest thing I've ever seen Oh baby, shit I never had a girl like this

The Gangsta Shit

SCARFACE "Last Of A Dying Breed"
[Scarface] It's like this, y'all niggaz been invadin my turf Ignore examples I've set while ya play the dirt It's only one thing to do now, and that's to set it - off, and show you motherfuckers who's boss I don't play games, I just cock the thang Squeeze the trigger twice and I'll blow out ya brains I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga Got love for no nigga, now that's yo ass nigga It's war, so I suggest you call on your troops Army fatigues ain't shit, cuz y'all don't shoot I'm a Rap-A-Lot mobster, callin all the shots from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three Darin any motherfucker to come test me Ya standin in the jungle nigga Witness a motherfuckin rumble minute I'll leave yo head with a tongue in it And if you ain't one then bitch stop actin If ya don't want drama, then bitch stop askin [Hook] Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit [Scarface] I refuse to be shorted, I refuse to be defeated Competition's depleated cuz my rhyme's so heated And you can't fuck with me, ya need to stop fakin I'm workin on my sixth CD and still bangin (say what?) You think you hardcore then come show me Just make sure ya comin for real when ya come fo' me Cuz if not, I'm floatin up yo' motherfuckin block Y'all some fraud niggaz, straight up broad niggaz We hard niggaz, yeah - so fuck y'all niggaz! Soutside I ride for all my Ward niggaz We're strapped and all killas, we came for the battle The Mob back in the sattle makin ya trunks rattle If I had one dolla, for every nigga who though that Face fell off, this whole world would be bought Fuck that, I'll be here until it's all over And when it's all over, go back and slang boulders Can be stopped, not even by a bad soul Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah Ain't enough bullshit in the United States to come stop this Rap-A-Lot shit, Mob shit... [Hook] [Scarface] It's gon' take more than just rappin, more than just sparrin For y'all niggaz to up and just fuck with Brad Jordan Fuck you warden, and every motherfucker who defended You safe from talkin shit from a distance Ya new-boot rap niggaz, comin around here makin them bullshit caps, bitch I'll ruin your career I got mine all my God-damn self, get in line And I'll destroy a slew of you niggaz, one at a time I'm the last of a kind, you God-damn right You can never beat that, I'm just glad you see that Is this my payback for puttin Houston down in the first place? Got the whole world screamin Mr. Scarface The problem is, y'all boys, you niggaz loco and the truth is, you hoes couldn't see me with bifocals I'm a killer in the flesh, I'm Rap-A-Lot's best I'm Prince's adopted son, with no love for no one

Beware

MYSTIKAL "Mind Of Mystikal"
Chorus: lt;lots of noises by Mystikal gt; First Verse: BEWARE! The man with the braids done walked in Mild mannered like Clark Kent I'M rougher and tougher than dead shark skin This man gonna be have you flippin' like the pages of (???) Evil like Cruella Five minutes later I'ma still be hard as an armadillo Roll like an eighteen wheeler Shinin' like the slipper Of Cinderella And bad weather And acapella THIS FELLA TOP SELLER!!!! Gonna be that way til' I'm old as Mandela STILL GETTIN' BETTER!!!!! Writin' rhymes I'm best of 'em I'm the arrester, I'm the professor I'm the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser Now really Tell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' ROWDY Tell your whole Sunday gang bout it BITCH I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!! Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH BOW GRASSHOPPER, BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!! Chorus Second Verse: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Bet'cha runnin' I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better Run with a letter Swift as a jet or keep up with the pace setter Sparkle like glitter HARD HITTER HOE GO-GETTER SIDE STEPPIN' FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!! Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britches Leavin' you stitches Diggin' ditches Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts Don't fuck with the RHYMIN' BLACK BELT WATCH YOURSELF!!!!!!! BOOM!!!!! HERE I GO!!!!!!! BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!! nbsp;I KNOW!!!!!!! Y'all niggas can't fuck with the man with two tongues, cuz that's the way I flow Cuz I can get hot like fire And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire For instance, persistance No resistance, stay your distance Is vital to your existance You leave it to me to show you the way out I'm never gonna play ya I'LL TAKE YOUR OLD LADY EVEN IF I TOOK MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDS OUT!!!!!!!!! Chorus Third Verse: And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like ALL you bitches are rusty Y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me Hit'cha, so much muthafuckin' we gone leave this bitch musty You disgust me Trust me When Mystikal hits the door, you bitches be SCREAMIN' to touch me I'm the invisible man you can't see me I'm mackin' illusions and confusion I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruises Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style that them bitches want FIVE FOOT ELEVEN, screamin' to heaven I say FUCK SHIT GOD DAMN Bitch respect me like a reverend, and... Congregation say Amen (Amen) Come through this muthafucka swingin' like a CAAAAVEEMAAAN And you against me, you better not say it go back in the water Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come UP JUMP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!! From the rats Rollin' out Since you wanna BOW muthafucka BOW to the master! Chorus

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