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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Intro

Shut Up Remix

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(Trick Daddy) We gon let the band deal with this... You know we had to remix the damn thing right? For all them bustas... All them niggas hating on Slip-N-Slide Sh-sh-shut up Funk boogie remix Sh-shut up Deuce Pop, Ms. Trina, Trick Daddy Sh-shut up [Chorus 2x] Uh - Huh, OK, What's up? Shut up! What's up (Deuce Poppito) What's Up? Deuce Pop I'm finna handle shit I'm finna take Slip-N-Slide to the championship My nigga Trick got the ball, he the quarterback Deuce Pop got D like Warren Sapp 2-4-K we was born to mack All that get money shit i was born for that Throw up your middle finger if you feeling us Coming out the cake with a million plus Playboy that slick talk about to stop Deuce Pop finna put the South on top What's up, Uh-Uh, OK, bad hoes u know we don't play That's how we do sipping on Malibu Hennessey with the Coconut Yoo-hoo 2-4-K turn out the lights Spit that fire burn out the mics Shut up! [Chorus 4x] Uh - Huh, OK, What's up? Shut up! (Who's bad?) Who's Bad? (Trina) Bad like this Aint nann hoe bad as the baddest bitch Who's bad u know my name It aint been in the same since I came in the game I'm off the chain with a figure eight frame Everything I drop its a hit man I risk game out to game fame Rock the mic leaving lipstick stains The baddest when it come to this bitch game New coops, dicks shifts switch man Lemme show u lame hoes how to get change You needa take grand's, before he get brains Get ya mind right don't be a lame hoe Aint shit for free, that's how the game go Trina on top and I know ya mad Top notch, off glass OK?! Who's bad?! [Chorus 4x] (Trick Daddy) Yo this T-double-D representing the Southside Down with Trina Tre+ and the Lost Tribe ? funk keep keeping these beats tight Niggas gon be like yo shit so tight A-ight then what happened to the 5 mics What, Slip-N-Slide niggas aint so tight? Huh? What u wanna bet ???? Back to it T - double - D - R Shut up! I Don't even see y'all Now how u gonna dis like this? Riding ride listening to that bullshit Yo pappy shoulda taught you better Then put you up on fake ass niggas Cross the board gay ass niggas Who me? I'm a killer, Ex - con, ex - coke dealer Flow dealer Don't see no nigga Chorus 6x Who's bad?

LL Cool J

LL COOL J "G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)"
(feat. Kandice Love) [Intro:] Aiiyo Bimmy So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man You know'say, Bim...my...yeah Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop [Verse 1: LL Cool J] I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages Paid in full european shit fuck Avis Rocks in ears...blingin' the atmosphere Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year But the L still here watch face crystal clear The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair Head tilted back baby no more tears You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin' paper for years And program directors who fronted they disappear And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For bein' over-critical when Uncle get it on I'll burn your magazine, GOD'll intervene Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens (I'm) [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop [Verse 2: LL Cool J] Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say 'Bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way The fuck you know 'bout hip-hop, I'm LL Cool J, nigga They send Bentleys for me, security escort me Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it don't shock me I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts I ain't impressed by you playa that's that Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack Ya'll niggas Benigni-ing...not cool You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled But your albums trash from the skit to the covers I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm) [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop [Verse 3: LL Cool J] Seems like ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow) Paparozzi flash while I snatch niggas hoes (wow) Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece Wanna have my lovechild and roll L style A man hostile, but my Queens niggas run wild So when I skate through niggas strain to smile Peep my profile and my iced-out dial I tap my horn, say 'What up' but never smile And deuce ass niggas is noodles And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle 'Scuse my French, 'Je m'appelle LL' I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell Hard as hell, big fell, I excel, rock bells (I'm) [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

The Game

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
All right, everybody shut up I said shut up! Now are you ready to play the game NO! Are you ready to play the game YEAH! The Game Playing to survive Aiming to win anyway they can Yo, yo Pass the ball, final casting call First of all, verbal basketball Off the glass, smash your jaw Too fast for y'all You might take a nasty fall Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger (Foul Ball) All breath, no physical contact Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat Word for y'all to earn my reject Get it out of here, attack from the rear Ya'll niggas aint nothin but some bitch ass queers I'll be in your ear, increase the fear Rippin with the shears as the crowd just cheers Bring on the opposition Cause my position is to shut you down As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way Dominating like Doc J. Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane Three hundred and sixty behind my back I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended Stickin your best shooters they lower verbal percentage It's takin its toll, 24-second clock control Stoppin this obstacle, impossible I was the number one project in the city Prospect, now thats something that you can believe So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss Prime time the offense, switch Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball Yo ref, where's the tech Man, make the call The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin to take mine Last man tried just died inside the paint line I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex I'm on the foul line with a few verses left When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex I put my foot in the pavement With the brothers I'm raised with Play with and break dance back in the days with And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists Get up in the game, in your face like swish Crash the boards with metaphors In the air like a concord Aiyyo what you out for Yo I'm out for the whole score 22 flat seconds for me to win I can't win for losin with this cheatin ass ref [Clip from Laker game] My squad's supreme So I don't need Clyde or the dream Next time you play the game boy pick a better team Your choice is short when you on a concrete court But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts The rap band with the man when my words play sports Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock 1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21 It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter And it's the high draft pick, flashin it Still can penetrate and slightly overweight But whatever it takes my shot can elevate No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game

It's Not A Game

Capone-N-Noreaga/Noreaga/N.O.R.E. "N.O.R.E."
(Noreaga) This ain't no game man A lot of people look from the outside from in thinking that it's easy man You know what I'm saying, not realizing we work too You know what I mean, we working everyday hard Getting our hands dirty just like y'all But y'all think y'all better (Musolini) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns While you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs Bitch made cats, find em wherever you at Your man in you face will stab you in the back Life's a bitch, so rub up and fuck it You live your life, you gotta love it Six double o, used to whip a bucket Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips Hood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists long with the stones on my fists niggaz hating me, cause I got chips Left the hood rich Nutin but diamond dis, head from a bitch In the back of a thugged out whip Why not shit Devilish, your crabs ain't shit Mad at this, certain gentle wrist (Chorus: Maze) It's not a game nigga Me move in and move out Most niggaz try to follow the route But they can't see what we see Thugged out like wherever we be M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini (Noreaga) Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shit Same niggaz that you fucking wit Fucking wit them cats that you don't fuck wit Whatcha supposed to do? Both of them are part of the crew Can't choose side (true) I don't know, I don't like to go that road If that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo While say break up to make up I say stick together god until y'all cake up Bitches meet me at the crown plaza On they period, it don't matter I'm in the head something serious It ain't a game god, yo it never was I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz My associates that I use to sit and chill wit Now it's only family I like to deal wit That I like to build wit Get high, hold steal wit So let's do this, all my niggaz run through this (Chorus) (Maze) The money attitudes the cay in To many snakes in the way A getting paid playing laid-back on my days in I want to enter fortune but which way in Wit out getting lost in a storm My pen pages reflect Maze Why steps from his H on, shades beyond the grave Golden braids hang from my physical Bitched scare me Move mystical enchanting branson weed at me I'm like fan of B Vanish from the scene in a blur But barely seen, clearly heard in my action And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my hand We're in your land like a hard drizzle To reach my pinnacle is minimal Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul (Chorus)

It's Not A Game

NOREAGA "N.O.R.E."
(Noreaga) This ain't no game man A lot of people look from the outside from in thinking that it's easy man You know what I'm saying, not realizing we work too You know what I mean, we working everyday hard Getting our hands dirty just like y'all But y'all think y'all better (Musolini) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns While you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs Bitch made cats, find em wherever you at Your man in you face will stab you in the back Life's a bitch, so rub up and fuck it You live your life, you gotta love it Six double o, used to whip a bucket Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips Hood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists long with the stones on my fists niggaz hating me, cause I got chips Left the hood rich Nutin but diamond dis, head from a bitch In the back of a thugged out whip Why not shit Devilish, your crabs ain't shit Mad at this, certain gentle wrist (Chorus: Maze) It's not a game nigga Me move in and move out Most niggaz try to follow the route But they can't see what we see Thugged out like wherever we be M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini (Noreaga) Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shit Same niggaz that you fucking wit Fucking wit them cats that you don't fuck wit Whatcha supposed to do Both of them are part of the crew Can't choose side (true) I don't know, I don't like to go that road If that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo While say break up to make up I say stick together god until y'all cake up Bitches meet me at the crown plaza On they period, it don't matter I'm in the head something serious It ain't a game god, yo it never was I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz My associates that I use to sit and chill wit Now it's only family I like to deal wit That I like to build wit Get high, hold steal wit So let's do this, all my niggaz run through this (Chorus) (Maze) The money attitudes the cay in To many snakes in the way A getting paid playing laid-back on my days in I want to enter fortune but which way in Wit out getting lost in a storm My pen pages reflect Maze Why steps from his H on, shades beyond the grave Golden braids hang from my physical Bitched scare me Move mystical enchanting branson weed at me I'm like fan of B Vanish from the scene in a blur But barely seen, clearly heard in my action And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my hand We're in your land like a hard drizzle To reach my pinnacle is minimal Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul (Chorus)

2-12-12 (Thoughts)

ACE HOOD "Starvation"
RIP Whitney Houston God bless her soul I'm just vibin' doe But for you haters (Nothing's gonna stop me) I swear to God (Nothing's gonna stop me) Andi, Kiko, Renegades (Nothing's gonna stop me) (Nothing's gonna stop me) Money talks so what's your conversation? Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated Being broke ain't a joke, that feeling is devastating Nightmare so that force never stated Calculating every dollar bill Reminiscin', they missin' like someone on a mill Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still Look at my niggas loyalty's mad real That's cause we got this from the bottom up Number slidin' in my homie momma truck We did what we had to do, we ain't give a fuck Now we the niggas winnin' dog, wuddup? Ain't it funny how the time fly? Couple cars and a twenty story high rise Took a minute but shit connecting like wi fi It's fuck you to the niggas who sad my career died Shit, I'm livin' quite well On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking lobster tales With a Spanish mommy give me the opposite the tails Ask me do I like it, poppy I'm like hell yea We da best the fuckin' logo Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos Own a couple cars but I need one more though Felt I'm coming soon, real nigga YOLO True, I'm just rappin' doe aye Nothing's gonna stop me I tell 'em (nothing's gonna stop me) Yea, feel good when you comin' from nothin' homie But I tell 'er (othing's gonna stop me) Swear to God (nothing's gonna stop me) Starvation In the studio, watching the Grammy's homie Pray today they nominate the one and only Probly cry some tears at the ceremony Only lord knows when they ready for me Inspiration runnin' through my blood Motivated from the fact I made it through the mud Kept my faith although they doubted when I lost my buzz All over somethin' that I'm winnin' ain't gon show me love In the street label me underrated Story for respect my only ultimatum They ask me who that's why you goin' hard Cause I just want my mama off that boulevard I come from a city where there ain't many stars And given no pity promised them prison bars Teachers said I won't amount to shit Graduated high-school, college never in it Still I manage through seven figures with common sense And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit Fuck it right I never stop Found a way to motivate the niggas' block Whitney Houston died yesterday God bless 'er, hope she end up at them heaven gates Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate In the mean time, let's let this marinate Yea, I'm just vibin' doe Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me) Ain't nothin' gonna stop me man (Nothing's gonna stop me) R.I.P Trayvon Martin Justice will be served my brother But guess what (Nothing's gonna stop me) Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me) God bless Hood

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