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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Book Of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47

Shut Up

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(feat. Co, Deuce Poppito, Trina) [Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! [Trick Daddy] Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo I got a pocket full of B's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho' But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin) Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's I been used again, accused again - this time been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein Heh, but I'm the man for this While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this Locked up, makin plans for this Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit Shut up! [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Trina] Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+ I been real, been rich, been had this shit Big Benz, big house and shit That's right, okay I been down with Trick Okay it make sense to me Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me Miss Trina don't play with me Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me You need a grand just to speak to me Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep with me Okay, you better be fo' sho' Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo' Okay, you can ball with me Since you got a hot knot spend it all with me Okay, y'all know what's up Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)] [Co (of Tre +6)] This goes out to my niggeroles and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up C-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+ So when I come through bitch show me love If you bout that flow, then raise it up You got that funk, then blaze it up I got two mo's of them phat hoes, late night and I ready to bust Are you okay Look like you got a lot to say Okay, come widdit Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo' Me and Money Mark been done hit it Been done split it - okay playboy Fuck you say boy Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me Shut up! [Chorus] [Duece Poppito (of 24 Karatz)] Lay down, playboy what's up What about the slugs in your head and your gut What's up with the keys to the truck Your own nigga say you got B's in the cut What's up with the safe, what the combo Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation What's up wit'cha Haitian Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin What's up, where you store the D I ain't found shit but a quarter ki Nigga ya better not be playin me You gon' bleed to death, you understand me Whassup, are you ready to go You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo' What's up fuck nigga say somethin Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights [Chorus: repeat 2X]

Go For Your Guns

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Live and Let Die"
I'm on the verge of commitin murder My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her She wants me to get a job I get harassed cause I'm laying on my ass like a big slob But everywhere I go I get rejected They won't hire a motherfucker with a jail record So the least I could do is look presentable But I'm labelled by the city as a criminal They won't give me no slack Jack And I got one strike against me already because my skin is black See I'm irrelevant to Help Wanted signs And they wonder why niggaz commit crimes My girl pays the rent gas and light Goes to class at days and works at night I'm trying to get some money I can hand to her But I ain't with bein a motherfuckin janitor Plus I got my little nigga And I'm tryin my best to be the right kind of father figure But my hands is startin to shake I'm tryin to hold my head because I'm reachin for the thirty-eight I pick it up, man fuckit I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats Lookin for somethin to hit I throw on my hood, cause I'm about to do some stupid shit I step in the Seven-Eleven Come fast with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven He must hit the alarm, cause I'm perspirin cause now I'm hearin motherfuckin sirens I tried to run out, three thousand decent Next thing I know, I'm sittin in a fuckin precinct for tryin to feed a family I need rubber balls, cause I'm fallin off the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (2X) What a fucked up night And I'm mad because the cop put on the handcuffs too fuckin tight Central Bookin is where they sent me So they could take a couple of pictures after they fingerprint me Then they put me in a cell And it was all full of niggaz that was dirty and stinkin as hell Four hours passed already, so now I'm yawnin And I'm hopin to see the judge in the mornin Finally they call my name and I get up with speed to appear before the judge, and make a plead I saw the judge, he was a brother He said, How do you plead? I said, Not guilty, motherfucker! Then I got kicked out of court, sent to the Island where they got all of these young brothers wildin And all I seen was teenagers And brothers just slicin one another with straight razors I saw this nigga, he was stone tall I said, Yo, I gotta make this motherfuckin phone call He said, These whores are mine, and you ain't widdit and put his face all up in mine, so I hit it C.O.'s came, niggaz started to zing Now I gotta do about three days in the bank I did my time and now I'm back from my vacation Right on track, they put me back in populations I got dressed, and hit the mess hall Then when I came back, FINALLY I got to make my phone call My girl is bringin out the man in me Cause she's yellin and shit, while I'm hangin on the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (4X) I'm sittin Up North, and doin three to nine And it feels like my whole life is bein left behind I'm goin crazy in this place And I'm countin the days, cause I'm about to be a mental case My little son is gettin bigger And he picked up the phone one day and thought I was some other nigga Yeah that bitch is tryin to play me like a sucker Cause on the down and low I heard another nigga fucked her Now homicide is on my mind for knowin that this bitch is at home, screwin while I'm doin time And the nigga that's hittin the skins is a bold motherfucker cause he's one of my own friends But that's alright cause I got somethin for they asses And when I see him I'ma smash his fuckin glasses Livin in hell but now my blood is gettin cold Two months later, I got released on parole So now I'm rollin colder than a blizzard I got some iron from my man and went to pay the stupid bitch a visit I'm ringin the bell like hell Oh nobody's home huh? So I kicked it til the shit fell Stepped in the house with my finger on the trigger Butter ass nigga stuttered, Wha-wha-what's up nigga? My bitch was scared, cause she knew that I was steamin She ran her ass to the back and started screamin *one shot fired* to the body *two shots fired* to the head *one shot fired* put the barrel in his mouth, makin sure he's dead And the police ain't cannin me inside a cell, cause I just fell off the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (2X)

Represent

NAS "Illmatic"
Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X] Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that) They better break North before we get the four pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em and leave em done, won't even run about Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X] Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back Love committin sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's Represent, represent!! [repeat 3X] No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but fuck bein the wanted man but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love Represent y'all, represent!! [repeat 4X] One time for your motherfuckin mind This goes out to everybody in New York that's livin the real fuckin life And every projects, all over To my man, Big Will he's still here [echoes] The 40 side of Vernon My man Big L.E.S. Big Cee-Lo from the Don Shawn Penn, the 40 busters My crew the shorty busters The 41st side of Vernon posse The Goodfellas My man Cormega, Lakid Kid Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead Black Jay, Big Oogi Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove) We rock shit, Ph.D And my man Primo, from GangStarr (Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!) Fuck y'all crab ass niggaz though... (Yeah, bitch ass niggas!) [etc.]

Clap Your Hands

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Midnight Marauders"
[Chorus] (*scratching* - Clap your hands now ) [Phife] Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke Control the mic like Denzel on the girls Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD Can't forget the De La, due to originality And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party Kick the rhymes and more rhymes Kick the beats and more beats We'll have you scratchin in your head, like Shaheed on Technics For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands [Chorus] [Q-Tip] You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance... Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you So listen The Abstract intuition is very very worthy I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps The women, the lingo and all the other goods Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner Hook up the beats at the funk manner If want a roll, then dough I be rakin The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin You know I'm gonna do it My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid Chemists get confused of my ill composition This is the third of the new Tribe addition MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin So shut your bloodclot and listen Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S. Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse Come here love, hot sex on a plat And when your done with that then clap [Chorus] - repeat until end

Live My Life

JA RULE
[Intro: N.O.R.E.] Yeah niggas, yeah Uhhh, that's what I'm talkin 'bout right here niggas That's what I'm talkin 'bout right here Gotti This what I needed, nigga This the shit I wanted right here This another Nahmeanuheard ! It's off Beelzebub for real Gon' live my life man (I'mma live my life...) Stop hatin' on us (Stop hatin' on us...) Talk to 'em [Chorus: Ja Rule N.O.R.E. ad libbing] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me Yo, yo So what, you think I'm 'posed to live in the hood my whole damn life And get married on the Ave. with my damn wife (N.O.R.E. Ja Rule) I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life (N.O.R.E.) And we gon' be a-aight So shit, I send the kites to my niggas in jail (Send that kite, nigga) And tell them niggas we good, once N.O. sell And to my street niggas, we done flipped out and beat niggas And made the loudest niggas turn dis-creet niggas As far as these chicks, they lovin' the pipe And she don't even like you, wanna thug in her life See, she wanna a nigga go and walk the hood with her That nigga try to front on her, I'm in the hood with her Shit, so stressed I could see it in her face-- When she walking down the block, but with me feel safe And them niggas won't front, have them dudes erased, it go... [Chorus] See I'm a vet, nigga, and I could take you to school And it's my fifth album, 'bout to quit like Rule So go head and try it, see it just don't match And ya man hate me, 'cause y'all just don't match Got my gun on me, and I could walk you upstairs 'Til you get inside the crib, girl, I ain't scared And tell ya man don't even come outside (Y'all niggas stay in the crib!) 'Cause if he even try frontin', I'mma make that nigga run outside See I'm a, thug for real, I hold the steel And I could walk you through the hood on the darkest hill See she love N.O.R.E., plus any nigga like me Drivin' in the drop with a 10 cent icey Shit, she want a thug that's basically See she scared in the projects, but safe with me Shit, N.O... (N.O...) R to the E Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go... [Chorus] Yo, a-yo, good green, 'bout to get some Valley stick I'm on the west coast, fuckin' with my Cali bitch And she always want some in the night and the morning Wanna know everywhere, and where I'm performin' Shit, but it's aight, just let her ride Yo she down wit' a nigga, just let her ride See (N.O.R.E. Ja Rule) I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life, yo... [Chorus: Ja Rule N.O.R.E. ad libbing] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me [N.O.R.E. talking] See, we just tryin' to live our life, man (See... we livin' our life, baby) We not even paying attention to y'all dudes, man (Dudes) Talking 'bout 'cha paper Ain't nobody even ask you how many--how much you got, homeboy (How much money you got homeboy, chill out!) Chill out, man! (Live ya life) Word up, we just livin' our life, doin' our thing (We livin' our life) Thugged Out Militainment style (Thugged Out Militainment) Ya underdig? (Ya underdig?) We keepin' percolatin' up in the knahpsmeanyaheard? (Knahpsmeanyaheard?) Pop done popped'd off (Poppin' off) Jump off done jumped off (It done jumped off alot, though) Off Beelzebub for real (Get them condoms nigga!) Yeah, tonight, put the Henny away tonight, y'all (Put the Henny away tonight) We gon' drink that Cris' shit, and that Don Perignon shit (That Cristal, that Don Perignon and that good shit) Nah, nah, nah, put the Smirnoff away, nigga (Nah, no Smirnoff, baby) We not drinkin' the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, y'all chill!) None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas!) Put the 50 cent beer away (Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin' that) We gon' drink that expensive shit tonight, baby (Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonight) We gon' be Holly hood tonight, baby (Holly hood tonight, baby) Irv Gotti (Irv Gotti) Good looking my nigga (Good lookin', nigga) My nigga Ruleski (Ruleski, where you at, baby) We doing it up, baby (We doin' it up, nigga) Thugged Out Militainment, we in here (Yeah we gon' have fun, Thugged Out Militainment) We drinkin' that expensive shit, we partyin' tonight niggas (Expensive shit partyin') Come wit' us niggas (Come wit' us niggas) I'm gon' live my life (Gon' live my life) [Chorus: Ja Rule] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me

Live My Life

NOREAGA "God's Favorite"
[Intro: N.O.R.E.] Yeah niggas, yeah Uhhh, that's what I'm talkin 'bout right here niggas That's what I'm talkin 'bout right here Gotti This what I needed, nigga This the shit I wanted right here This another Nahmeanuheard ! It's off Beelzebub for real Gon' live my life man (I'mma live my life...) Stop hatin' on us (Stop hatin' on us...) Talk to 'em [Chorus: Ja Rule N.O.R.E. ad libbing] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me Yo, yo So what, you think I'm 'posed to live in the hood my whole damn life And get married on the Ave. with my damn wife (N.O.R.E. Ja Rule) I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life (N.O.R.E.) And we gon' be a-aight So shit, I send the kites to my niggas in jail (Send that kite, nigga) And tell them niggas we good, once N.O. sell And to my street niggas, we done flipped out and beat niggas And made the loudest niggas turn dis-creet niggas As far as these chicks, they lovin' the pipe And she don't even like you, wanna thug in her life See, she wanna a nigga go and walk the hood with her That nigga try to front on her, I'm in the hood with her Shit, so stressed I could see it in her face-- When she walking down the block, but with me feel safe And them niggas won't front, have them dudes erased, it go... [Chorus] See I'm a vet, nigga, and I could take you to school And it's my fifth album, 'bout to quit like Rule So go head and try it, see it just don't match And ya man hate me, 'cause y'all just don't match Got my gun on me, and I could walk you upstairs 'Til you get inside the crib, girl, I ain't scared And tell ya man don't even come outside (Y'all niggas stay in the crib!) 'Cause if he even try frontin', I'mma make that nigga run outside See I'm a, thug for real, I hold the steel And I could walk you through the hood on the darkest hill See she love N.O.R.E., plus any nigga like me Drivin' in the drop with a 10 cent icey Shit, she want a thug that's basically See she scared in the projects, but safe with me Shit, N.O... (N.O...) R to the E Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go... [Chorus] Yo, a-yo, good green, 'bout to get some Valley stick I'm on the west coast, fuckin' with my Cali bitch And she always want some in the night and the morning Wanna know everywhere, and where I'm performin' Shit, but it's aight, just let her ride Yo she down wit' a nigga, just let her ride See (N.O.R.E. Ja Rule) I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life, yo... [Chorus: Ja Rule N.O.R.E. ad libbing] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me [N.O.R.E. talking] See, we just tryin' to live our life, man (See... we livin' our life, baby) We not even paying attention to y'all dudes, man (Dudes) Talking 'bout 'cha paper Ain't nobody even ask you how many--how much you got, homeboy (How much money you got homeboy, chill out!) Chill out, man! (Live ya life) Word up, we just livin' our life, doin' our thing (We livin' our life) Thugged Out Militainment style (Thugged Out Militainment) Ya underdig (Ya underdig) We keepin' percolatin' up in the knahpsmeanyaheard (Knahpsmeanyaheard) Pop done popped'd off (Poppin' off) Jump off done jumped off (It done jumped off alot, though) Off Beelzebub for real (Get them condoms nigga!) Yeah, tonight, put the Henny away tonight, y'all (Put the Henny away tonight) We gon' drink that Cris' shit, and that Don Perignon shit (That Cristal, that Don Perignon and that good shit) Nah, nah, nah, put the Smirnoff away, nigga (Nah, no Smirnoff, baby) We not drinkin' the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, y'all chill!) None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas!) Put the 50 cent beer away (Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin' that) We gon' drink that expensive shit tonight, baby (Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonight) We gon' be Holly hood tonight, baby (Holly hood tonight, baby) Irv Gotti (Irv Gotti) Good looking my nigga (Good lookin', nigga) My nigga Ruleski (Ruleski, where you at, baby) We doing it up, baby (We doin' it up, nigga) Thugged Out Militainment, we in here (Yeah we gon' have fun, Thugged Out Militainment) We drinkin' that expensive shit, we partyin' tonight niggas (Expensive shit partyin') Come wit' us niggas (Come wit' us niggas) I'm gon' live my life (Gon' live my life) [Chorus: Ja Rule] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me

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