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TQ lyrics - They Never Saw Me Comin'

Paradise

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[Chorus] I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit with a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole lot of women that are singin' to my shit With they hands up in the audience screamin' they want it They want it! When I was a lot younger I liked to sit up at the park amp; drink on St. Ides Drunk as fuck, I used to wonder why some niggas roll 64's on D's And some niggas let their khakis hang to their knees Will I end up just like one of these Or smoke trees overseas and rock wembley Bring back a black Bentley full of Henessey And earl grey tea sippin' it with Naomi - And they on me! I wonder how it happened so fast To go from 33b to first class laughin' And all you hatas are hurt bad Imagine [Chorus] I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit with a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole ot of women that are singin' to my shit With they hands up in the audience screamin' they want it They want T! Before I go to sleep at night I say a prayer to the Lord above and I'm hopin' that he shows me luv 'Cause my shit be hot enough to have the world dancin' Smokin' weed on the beach in the sand and all my ladies look well in Chanel amp; Donna If I trip, they got my bail, so farewell your honor Ain't got no time for drama Too busy chillin' with the mamas in the Bahamas and everybody got they own bag of ganja And you can go amp; roll a bleezie of you wanna Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody all up on ya! [Chorus] I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit with a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole lot of women that are singin' to my shit With they hands up in the audience screamin' they want it They want it! Give me a house in Fayetteville and a blue five hundred Next door to Evander - In the tub with Michelle amp; Samantha And a black pet panther And you ring the doorbell, I don't answer And you can't stand it And you askin' TQ why you act that way 'Cause it's too many hatas with somethin' to say I'm too busy blowin' up with my homeboy J! [Chorus] I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit with a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole lot of women that are singin' to my shit With they hands up in the audience screamin' they want it They want it! [Chorus] I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit with a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole lot of women that are singin' to my shit With they hands up in the audience screamin' they want it They want it!

Lil Ass Gee

ICE CUBE "Lethal Injection"
Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street now he's rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup) Don't roll that shit (Wassup) and hold that shit (Wassup) Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin And just when you think everything is calm that motherfucker is the first to bum like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper He'll draw down and then check his beeper He's clockin them chicks and bucks Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks And will he do dirt Fool oh please Little locs are harder then the OGz You fall to the ground and beg please Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed 12 years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee..... God damn, it's a trick Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip Now he's straight Crip, or Blood Now ya sag, you use the blunt Now ya known as the favorite groupie Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup) But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin crook You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y Westside hustler fucker-tory In the jail and it ain't no thang Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh) A underage boy that's lookin tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee...... [Interlude: (two sampled guys talking)] See, I knew it wouldn't be long They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin 20 years old but ya still a veteran Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons Proud of ya self, because ya done done it Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach Never even think about a woman to fuck Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these See, it ain't about bein hard But that's whatcha tell the little homies in the yard Ya already done did 10 and wish you could start all over again Brand new inmates and who do ya see Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee..... A fool, a lil ass gee Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes when they get you in that system

Boo Yow

C Bo "Til' My Casket Drops"
We like to murder in combat war on the streets .4 5 Glock 40's on sight to see Me and the homies run deep like a wild pack of wolves Attack like the Congo's when niggas talk bull Better step and get further before them hollow tips spit The Vulcan automatic with the Vulcan death grip Walk the strip and still tote see four in the tip and explode on Kryptonite chronic blunts when we dip Chorus: And I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow! Whatchu motherfuckers wanna do now? I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow! Take your whole motherfuckin crew out I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow! Whatchu motherfuckers wanna do now? I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow! Take your whole motherfuckin crew out Now step into my zone, we can get it on Roll a coupe, not a chrome, fuck a sack, I wanna zone Stay blown on the strip, all switches away from dips Next to the mack and the lil' homey talkin shit He quick to blast on that ass, blood puddles in the grass I thought Make sure he dead, come back and then we smash witta .4-5 automatic slug in his windpipe Ain't no love, for a thug livin one life We split wigs back like afro picks Flagged up, ain't your momma's style when we dip Young hogs creepin thru the fog Ready for combat, just me and my dogg Fuck y'all, other niggas all on my dick For the money and bitches ain't really down to do shit Another lyrical cap into your cranium We known to blow shit up like nuclear uranium Chorus I explode like a nuclear warhead, wit this lyrical gang that I slang like cocaine, makin the crowd bang As we kick up more dust than a pick-up Assaults, murders, and armoured truck stick-up Cos ain't too many niggas that can fuck with these Gz, pumpin and dumpin them ridahs on fo' D's Wit a fo'-fo', quote I give, busters are jokes and watch the concrete smack him in his face when he smokes Fo' sure, I'm known like the Boyz N' The Hood A Menace II Society knows it's tryin me, best to knock on some wood I bring it back to the good hooks, wish that they could fuck wit this lyrical microphone assassination hood spittin .45 hollow point chips at'cha chest The grinders penetrate a vest in the wild, wild West So break north, south or east, retreat and meet defeat It's West Coast, ready for combat, strapped wit heat Chorus

All We Got Is Us

NOREAGA "The Reunion"
[Noreaga talking] Elpee... Ya hot with this one dog! Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like [Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like Rich Porter, the epitome of Alpo AZ and Nicky Barnes, I rock sticky thumbs I chopped it, and I cooked till my hands got numb Shotguns malt-liquor and ones I used to pay homage and wanted to play to be a fat cat Someone like Castro, mad cash flow Me and 'Pone like the best in the business Niggas show love, hoes show interest My gun game - got my pops to blame I used to hop over fences and buck in the rain And I'm not that nigga that'll fuck ya dame I'm true to my niggas, hop out the car Hand on my mac, cock back, ready to clap Up in Iraq, see my niggas hustlin' crack The same scheme from Queens when you livin' your dreams You gotta sell things if you're looking for fiends [Chorus] (Noreaga) I got love for niggas (Capone) Niggas always snaky (Noreaga) I got love for hoes (Capone) Hoes always snaky (Noreaga) I got love for cliqua (Capone) Clique alwas snaky (Both) All we got is us All we got is us [Noreaga] I know crips, yo crips even be in Iraq I know young bloods and niggas like O.G. Mack I dropped out in seventh grade and I knew I'd be straight I went O.T. and then I copped bricks for eight I cut black bitches off for at least three weeks I had Spanish hoes spittin nuts on the seats I see Jesus in my kids but it's silly to me How I see Him in them, don't see Him in me [Capone] I blanks out, my nigga knight just hit the bricks I'm not a rapper, I sell alot of crack but spit Niggas that I'm cool with, I only keep a nigga hot Say I'm on some new shit, then I cock the pop The other side of the game, doin' fifty y'all I survived behind the wall and the feds for y'all Similar to Hurricane, harassed half my life I got a right to flash my ice, crash the Vipe [chorus] [Capone] When everything goes sour, I got my dog I squeezed off went through the pound and locked my doors I'm not scared of your guns, I got shot before Niggas' jewels got little rocks like Arkansas I'm the, prophet of B.I.G., but never the next I'm the first in every verse spit shit get worse You can hate me, or wish I'd lie in a hearse Respect my game, who the best Select my name I salute niggas in jail, I'm big as Latrell On the street, you need heat Ask Dominican Will My cliqua's off the meter, we come gunnin' bullets whistle past your ear, like police in London We the best that ever did it, the rest never lived it Gettin' bucked at a bing-time, stressed on a visit I'm Y2K in a flesh, the future at it's best nevertheless I pop metal to death [chorus] [Noreaga giving shout outs] Yeah! Dedicated to Rich Porter little brother, who died in the struggle and never got recognized for it! Dedicated to niggas like Phat Cap and Perry Mason! You know.... You know how them niggas do! Tash and corn bread supreme! You know, E Money-Bags, Cameron Y.! Niggas that were gettin' money! That I was growin' up tryin' to be like! Ya smell me Word up to all them gangster niggas! All them gangster niggas, man! All them gang bangin' niggas in L.A! All them niggas in Little Rock, Arkansas! Bang Bang, nigga! It's nothin'! I see y'all niggas, I feel your struggle! I went through it the same way! I'm still goin' through it the same way! I'm just a rapper now! People think I'm legit! But I do my shit! I still gotta hustle, I still gotta have bricks! But you know... Let's feed the kids, man! Yeah, let's feed the kids, man! Let's do this shit for the kids, man! I got a call right now (cell phone rings)! I'm a answer my call! But I'm a just say it like this: I do this for the gangstas, man! For the gangstas, man!

Best Of Me

PETER ANDRE "Time"
Ask me questions lady, I won't tell you no lies Express what's on my mind Don't scratch the surface baby lets take it deep You won't believe what you'll find I wanna get down to real If you think you know me Then you'd better think again Cos' you ain't seen the best of me yet The more I get to know you The more I got to show you Cos' you ain't seen the best of me yet There are secret places where we all hide I need to take you there with me baby A whisper from your lips just let your guard slip I've been cravin' for honesty I wanna get down to real There's something special that I wanna reveal If you think you know me Then you'd better think again Cos' you ain't seen the best of me yet The more I get to know you The more I got to show you Cos' you ain't seen the best of me yet [x2] You ever seen it wait till I reveal this Intimate side love-jones can't deny I'm about to burst cos' you got me on a flava A kiss from your lips and I'm no longer stagnating Let's take this ride to a private place Face to face ain't no need for the chase Izzie I blows up the p.a with Peter Andre As we blow thru your states You know that I wanna get down to real There's something special that I wanna reveal If you think you know me Then you'd better think again Cos' you ain't seen the best of me yet The more I get to know you The more I got to show you Cos' you ain't seen the best of me yet [repeat to fade]

Who Ya Rollin Wit

METHOD MAN "Tical 0: The Prequel"
[Intro: Method Man] Uh... what's really good? Yo, yo, yo.. [Method Man] It's the unstoppable, over come any obstacle Ya'll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical Any mission possible, do what I gots to do Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you You think you know, but you have no idea The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear? Somebody told ya'll, steppin' in shit was good luck? I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up Ya'll done pushed up, past the point of no return It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's burn I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms Now that we know, when will the rest learn? Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be there Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square [Chorus: Streetlife (Shawnna)] We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh) Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah) [Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)] Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!) [Streetlife] M-E-T, H-O-D.. [Method Man] Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya'll want it Ya'll can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice Then let these darts take a stab at it Niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel And the passenger seat behind the field It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich [Chorus] [Hook 2X w/o 'fire' the second time] [Interlude: Method Man] Yeah, ya'll niggaz don't know it's a game Until it starts again, let's do it, haha! [Method Man] Six minutes, Method Man, you're on If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along I'm try'nna tell you drugs is not your friends And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type If ya'll don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you? This is it, ya'll better come on in, the water's fine Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain [Chorus] [Hook 2X] [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd No doubt, dick up in your mouth We do this shit everyday, I'm in the cut With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man Nothin' else but Staten Island, man Ya'll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!

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