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TQ lyrics - They Never Saw Me Comin'

The Comeback

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[Intro] Yo What's up Ay what's up nigga Guess what nigga What I done found them niggas. You done found 'em Fa sho. No shit And guess where they at Where they at In yo hood. Oh it's on. Nigga you need to get down here now. I'm on my way. What They done shot yo baby momma what! Aw shhh Ah man, oh no it's gonna be () these niggas up man Real ballsy shit Yo, real ballsy partner I ain't got nothin' else to live for man What else is there to be for These niggas want war or somethin' You strapped Come on let's get these fools! [Daz Dillinger] I'm rolling through the streets, me and my homeboys watered out See me with it on everything, that's what we talkin 'bout Plottin, jackin, murder, robberies we specialize in that We'll make our pockets fat, weed, pistols and crack As a gangster livin it up, growin up in a scandalous town Automatic weapons wanna spray the town, lay the gang down Hangin out bangin all around, smackin fools in they mouth no doubt Showin these fools what we all about Big clout and money, that's what we all about You see we die for this color, money, respect and honor Serious about this game, kill for pennies and dollars I'm crucial and brutal to those that test Wanna be a G, represent the set See this ain't nothin new homeboy, see we ain't got stupid yet See we the finest of the finest and the bossest and bossest Doin what we do, major clout and so we flossin Get the fuck out the way, cuz here we come homeboy And my niggas don't play TQ [TQ] I'm up at mom's house taped up Three months rehabilitating finally got my weight back up She told me I'm gonna pray to God that you'll be alright That's my only mamma nigga, she knows what's on my mind You shot my girlfriend when she was three months There went my children, found out it was more than one You've got me limping and I can't move as fast But I swear on baby grave that I'm a get that ass What about my little sister, she used to get good grades But now she's paranoid, going to school with a 38 Now how much of this do you think I'm gonna take Nigga I'm comin back [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back [TQ] Friday night again and I got a new Benz Bust a left on 120th, I see you slippin This nigga's in my hood, tell me how can this be Gotta thank the Lord for sending this blessin down to me I get my glock ready, Beenie can't shoot this time Cuz I been feelin and dreamin, this motherfucker's mine I let my heat fly, I see him fallin down And all I'm hearing is kaplaw kaplaw plaw plaw After the smoke clears, I hear a baby screamin I'm tryin to figure out, but all I see is demons Father forgive me if I hurt this child, let me die tonight Walked up to the Beamer, see the kid's alright I hand him to his cryin mama, tell her turn away Somebody punched up daddy number and it's Judgement Day For anybody askin questions, you didn't even see my face I'm comin back [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back [Kurupt] Yeah, this for all y'all bitch ass niggas If you gonna blast, then blast If you gon think, think fast I'm movin emotion, a double dosage of doja Give () a nigga ride his ride, slip slide Dash, slide slash cop, fuck aimin blast Blast dash, dash stash, that's for Daz TQ what the fuck they really wan do Like they don't know a thing about me and you Don't trip, don't act a ass, don't do shit unless you down to blast G dog rollin with pounds of hash Forty cal colt in the back a stash Never go to sleep, better not tweak Punk what the fuck, TQ Kurupt, mash and dash Two hits and pass, first to last Bound to bounce, I'm a round em up then I'm a round em out I'm a blaze an ounce, I'm a blaze a stick I'm a hit em with some gangsta shit Cigarettes then joints dip Fears pierce and shit when the AK spit Gangstas [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back Gangstas, TQ, Dogg Pound No bitches allowed

We Didn't Want You To Know

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[20 second instrumental to open] [Chorus: John Cena] If you don't know by now, we runnin the game Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain Show respect to Cen' and Trade Cut the check, believe we're paid Y'all waitin for the single to drop Look down on the charts cause we sittin on top Everybody else feelin the flow If you don't know by now (we didn't want you to know) [John Cena] Get nasty, doin dirt don't put it past me "Appetite for Destruction," +Axl+ couldn't +Slash+ me I got hounds that found where your stash be They play my sound in towns, rats harass me They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin on you That's like playin roulette and bettin on blue Cena gon' blow - you goin no place Snatch your dame, show her my old face Still walk tall with a staggered stance Plus I hold on the club like I was Bagger Vance Make you breakdance for me, have you doin headspins Ship you to D.C., covered in Redskins Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great Believe me, yo the speech is tight I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] Y'all are cowards y'all found power and cower The gunpowder a thousand shots an hour leavin blocks devoured Have your family prayin for your survival Bust shots and get cops bent out control like a spiral Man get the fuck on if you got bangers involved Man get the fuck on and keep your chambers revolved Man get the fuck on and get your weight up Man get the fuck on or you get laid up Sippin BNB out the sceptre It's not Trademarc to you dog it's still mister Sophisticated, and Marc's never stuck up I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the fuck up Every rhyme I write, worth bitin Every room I'm in, worth micin I'm artistic, you must have missed it When I said every rapper sucks I was bein optimistic [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] Trademarc's mind is dilated Highly rated, madly envied, that mean we kindly hated The nightcrawler brawl and have you missin when we drag your body out to sea like fishermen and takin everything that's glistenin So run your chain or your dame, it's all the same Just a verb exchanged - you listenin? Man, I never leak what I think And never sleep cause you miss the point of life when you blink [John Cena] Fuck with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share When it's time to do business, I got no friends A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends If anybody on the scene doubt I show 'em so much green, you think I'm farmin fuckin bean sprouts Wrist iced when I'm cracked ya mold Cause revenge is a dish that is best served (cold) [Chorus]

Lets Go

TRICK DADDY "Thug Matrimony"
Lil Jon: Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!) Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em) but its gonna be aiiite, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon Hook: Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) Trick Daddy: If you want some, come get some, cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, And everybody know somebody that know somebody that know somethin bout it, And I want answers now who, what, where, when and why, see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool and all get all loud but that aint my style, and he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, run up on me if he want to, Out there impressin his homies, but he stood up in front of his mama, I mop up the flo wit em, And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em, I got fools thatll go get em, Thats some ?? ?? and the dudes that run wit em. (Hook) Twista: gotta spit for the murderas and the killas and the thugstas, that be fuckin up the ballas and the dealas and the hustlas, got me comin at you bokas in the V.I. while they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya, Its the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya, We already been lookin for drama if a nigga try to get it to then we still gotta get em, ?????????????????????????????????, Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles, in the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla, Don't get it twisted with that overnight celebrity you better be scared of me in my city I'm a killa. (Hook) Trick Daddy: I ain't that rappin type arright, and I that actin type arright, this sulphane in my script, I'm a play on you and you just a square, see, once that hennessy into me the whole industry is my enemy, If you aint no ten to me or friend to me, bitch don't pretend to be, I'm strictly for the thugs, I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood, That moments ghetto (ghetto), Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats, I'm straight out the county of Dade, played on fire nigga M-I-A, never gone south of the border, americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered. (Hook 2x) Trick Daddy: The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire

Round Here

TWISTA "Legit Ballin' - Vol.2"
(feat. Bennie Franks, High Beam) [Man talkin] I'm sick and tired of muthafuckaz Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit Cause I'm on the corner Shit they on the corner, they do what they wanna do Shit I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do My brother Rick man he was callin' it in 1988 Shit I'ma keep on doin' every damn thang I wanna do man I-I-I'm, man shit I'ma serve mine round this muthafucka man I ain't scared of no muthafucka My name Willie, my name Willie [Bennie Franks] I don't give a fuck who you is nigga, fuck what you got I don't give a fuck how you live shawty, fuck who you shot I don't give a fuck if you had a 30-pack in yo drawz Come around here tryin' to slang, nigga get jacked for the raw Yeah I'm clappin' at y'all Niggaz ain't what they claim to us Learned the game from us And try to slang cain from us (Man it was only weed!) I don't give a fuck if it was weed, heroin, or angel dust Don't let it happen shawty (Or what man) We clappin' ya shawty We ghetto Sopranos Us niggaz pack metals in our flanel And go against what I said, you'll be headlinin' every channel I got niggaz I done lost here, niggaz in the Fed's Niggaz who swung out on them dummies that'll pull they guns out And you wanna sneak and serve round here (Man I ain't sneakin') I put ya down (Okay) if I catch ya, yeah part of the curb round here It's blood, sweat, and tears round here We was all born here, we all'll clown round here [Hook - Bennie Franks (High Beam)] Nigga you ain't from round here (Get the fuck from around here) Nigga you ain't born round here (Get the fuck from around here) And you ain't finna serve round here (Get the fuck from around here) Nigga you ain't blood round here - catch a slug round here Now who you say you know around here (Get the fuck from around here) He wasn't even raised round here (Get the fuck from around here) I ain't never seen yo face round here (Get the fuck from around here) Man we don't play around here - we shoot AK's around here [Bennie Franks] What yo name is, tell me what yo name is Who gave you the okay, you told ya you could slang here (Man my brotha Rick, remember he used to call it around here) Who dirty Rick, man that nigga been barred from round here We ain't honored shit round here You ain't heard, it's anybody's cut around here And try to serve, you can lay out on the ground here Know what I'm sayin' I'm from the 51st Ward nigga them K's we sprayin' We bringin' them guns round here We bringin' them funds round here You better listen up shawty, it ain't no fun round here You ain't leavin' round here With shit stacked from down here But doctor bills lil' boy you get clapped around here (Man don't hate on me) [Hook] [Twista] Nigga where the packs of dro Well I heard you got them blows Better not come up on my tip servin' nothin' I'ma get to bustin' at you hoes You gotta go with the Calico And a baby .380 for playin' me shady Get a bullet to the neck not payin' they gravy I'm crazy, see death in my scummy eyes Flip a 15 over here, muthafuck if we 25's You about to get pissed I'm mad doggin' you like the Grinch I ain't gon' roll with this Catch you servin' on this tip, I'ma steal you like you stole Christmas Leavin' no witness, got plenty tanks You got fire green and plenty bank Thinkin' you bout to put some work down here Did you ask High Beam and Bennie Franks Them niggaz must have shut you down or somethin' Heard you was a hoe and whooped for about 34 pounds of somethin' Buck at you, runnin' this buildin' and tryin' to get yo cash on I'ma scoop through the tip in a 1300 with a black mask on Tryin' to set up shop, these shorties on my block will be so glad Come and buy one sack, I'ma strap, stick dude up for that whole Don't talk no shit, we got dum-dums round here Get put in trunks around here Standin' on the front smokin' a blunt and get caught around here [Hook]

On Da Grind

KURUPT "Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey"
(feat. Daz Dillinger) [Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin' You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours [Hook - 2x: Daz] We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind [Daz] I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga [Kurupt (Daz)] Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass [Hook - 2x] [Kurupt (Daz)] Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta [Daz (Kurupt)] With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap [Kurupt] Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good [Hook - 3x] [Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook] Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

2PAC "Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z."
['Pac speaking] Yo 'Law! Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one Yeah! Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is BACK.. and I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin Puffin on this indo.. in the studio with my partners out here Pacific Heights in the house, know what I mean [2Pac] I was framed, so don't make the same mistake, nigga You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga Cause the police love to break a nigga Send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggaz So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggaz Straight fools into rules and do niggaz And one-time had enough of me I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me They wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that I stay strapped motherfuckers better get your gat It ain't easy bein me I can't take it Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it And ever since the movies, these hoes try to do me If they can't screw me, they find a way to sue me Now can you picture me coolin, at a night club Nothin but love, but motherfuckers wanna mean mug Since I wear a lot of gold, they plot Don't know what I got, and get shot with the hot ones And aww yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me You'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager It's beepin while I cut you with my razor I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous I got no mercy for these niggaz tryin to serve us But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop Now drop it [Chorus: 2Pac] Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my niggaz makin G's [2Pac] Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected You're just another rapper, who swears he's makin records That's what they said - whenever I would walk by I never tripped though - always kept my head up high Eventually, I knew that I would find my way After the darkest night, always comes a brighter day And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get I just said, 'bet,' and never let 'em see me sweat Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all while non-believers, were prayin for my downfall And some would call, and tell me that they wish me well but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell Yo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rent I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all Be true to you, and that way you can never fall But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope And when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed remember how it felt, and then remember this Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger Cause they can all suck dick - it's strictly for my niggaz [Chorus] [2Pac] (This is) This is for the critics if you live up Pick up my shit or I'll be back doin stickups I better see five stars next to my picture If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin to getcha I told you once motherfucker I'm a nut Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin when you're fucked Niggaz know what's up but they be tryin to hold me down I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch fuck around And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore Nigga it's the way you throw them thangs in the war And to the marks that be talkin all that shit Screamin out the next nigga's name like a bitch And the niggaz that I ran into recently The motherfuckers at the club that pulled the piece on me You little bitches shoulda pulled the fuckin trigga Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga Mr. Troublesome; niggaz tried to play me with the gat but like Terminator nigga, I'll be back Yeah! And I'll be back with a fuckin army You tried to harm me -- ruh-ring the alarm G! Cause most motherfuckers love to act up without they backup, when they get jacked up they crack up It's strictly for my niggaz at the show so they know, not to play me like a ho (ho!!!) Strictly for my... [Chorus 3X (continues afterwards, breaking into ad libs)]

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