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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Thugs Are Us

Survivin The Drought

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[Verse 1: Deuce Poppi] Last year was a great year, ask the click But this year was scarred down to our last half of brick Trying to survive in the drought wher it aint no blow It aint no piece yo it aint no dough Yo 95 south sun roof moon light Po-pos tight down before the turnpike The last lick went sour feds jammed the blow But like a weather man its a light chance of snow Lay low at the bottom at the tell Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cell Cause my Haitian cartell they always work They even had shit when the Cubans were hurt My Nigga hit back he aint got no dope He said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boat He said the feds in Texas they out of control Knocking off major bricks with the border patrol A nigga couldnt rap long cause the phones they be wired up I be god damned the whole east coast dried up A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base Ridind round with the block fed in the brief case (chorus) Surviving in the drought where it aint no blow It aint no piece yo it aint no dough It aint no bricks no chips no food So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do (repeat 2x) [Verse 2: Deuce Poppi] In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill Slang him a asprin or a vitamin pill In the drought niggas panic when that money stop Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock Watcha a nigga get got Now he wanna hit pop He wanna brain wrestle he dont know I got my shit cocked Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tack Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back A player fucked up till that drought go down A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come round (Im stuck a player fucked up now im finna come back up) Its back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded The base heads happy and my workers show love it M y dog hit the lick about two hundred birds Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is calling Im back to slanging Whole chickens popping cases and balling I got to put the team on so Im looking them up RJ he the chef He be cooking them up While Im whipping em flipping breaking em down With the straight razor chipping em We got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball Jumping for that how high this year gone cost yall Since we the only niggas wit it Its the lick of a life time Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line This time Im gone sit on me bout ten Cause you never know when that drought coming again Surviving in the drought, Surviving in the drought (chorus) repeat 2 x

Queensfinest

DJ Clue "The Professional"
[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox] This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) [Drag On] They call me Drag On its time to bomb I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks I'ma hurt'em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus x2 [DMX] My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll! [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides Kiss take a piss in the bottle of Cris Then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to fine coke and write one time [Styles] Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out, till I pop up appear in your house Clearing it out, holiday style Everybody acting violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move, kill me my man kill you That's how you lose, I bust ryde I don't like this slide felt that I slipped Then the guns only helping the clip And the clip's only helping my hand And like who the fuck is helping your man When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hear the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out the dodge [Eve] Guess you figure that my niggas Flippers pulling triggers Lose team crowd around, trying to flick a picture, get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor Blond bomb shell pyramel, heavy spender Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stick it in wise guys they thugs and bullshitas Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga Chorus x2 [DMX] Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard Leave ya'll niggaz scarred Fucking with the dog when you fucking with the god Rip ya'll niggaz arm, Faggot nigga saw Remember me from up north, I had you scared to cough My name is ringing bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it so the mic is just the fun of it Had a sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the end of it Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop But cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked It's not a game or a joke to the name that gets smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit'em all up to the coat, now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

That's The Way We Like It

DJ Clue "The Professional"
[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox] This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) [Drag On] They call me Drag On its time to bomb I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks I'ma hurt'em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus x2 [DMX] My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll! [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides Kiss take a piss in the bottle of Cris Then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to fine coke and write one time [Styles] Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out, till I pop up appear in your house Clearing it out, holiday style Everybody acting violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move, kill me my man kill you That's how you lose, I bust ryde I don't like this slide felt that I slipped Then the guns only helping the clip And the clip's only helping my hand And like who the fuck is helping your man When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hear the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out the dodge [Eve] Guess you figure that my niggas Flippers pulling triggers Lose team crowd around, trying to flick a picture, get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor Blond bomb shell pyramel, heavy spender Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stick it in wise guys they thugs and bullshitas Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga Chorus x2 [DMX] Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard Leave ya'll niggaz scarred Fucking with the dog when you fucking with the god Rip ya'll niggaz arm, Faggot nigga saw Remember me from up north, I had you scared to cough My name is ringing bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it so the mic is just the fun of it Had a sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the end of it Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop But cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked It's not a game or a joke to the name that gets smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit'em all up to the coat, now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

Ho Problems

JT Money "Pimping On Wax"
Let it go Let it go If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go(4x) [JT Money Talkin] That's what im talkin bout Niggaz need to let it go, ya know Hearin all these stories about, niggaz goin to jail Diein bout these muthafuckin ho's, you know what im talkin about [Chorus] Ho problems aint no problems Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em Nigga you need to let that muthafucka go Just like you got it you can find another ho [JT Money] See ho's come a dime a dozen What you is nigga hard up but lovin Pushin and shovin abouts a woman Who givin up the ass Homeboy ya buggin I told you bout trustin them stankin ass H-O's You gotta learn to work them bitches for the PESO's Stop trippin bout that pussy cuz it AINT YOUR's Y'all niggaz need to learn how the game go It's a trip and I will tell yo' ass no more Young nigga put shit past no ho For you cry like a sucka go solo Cuz them bitches damn sure call the Po-Po's In any case bro [Chrous] Ho Problems aint no problems Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x2) [JT Money} It's another one of them ho things Niggaz be a addicted like cocaine Straight up and down naw that aint the way to go man Quit trippin bout them grabbin ass gold diggers Naw real niggaz fall jus cuz you a ho nigga Spend a lotsa loots jus so you can knock the boots Of a slimy ass scandolous prostatute Nigga you betta try to fade dat bitch Cuz me and the boys straight slayed that bitch(mmmhmm) And I aint liein neither Trippin bout them ho's betta leave that shit to beaver Cuz a nigga run through yo shit Fuckin all these ho's and dont give a fuck who yo' bitch Cuz shit get bad for your health And if you got ho problems betta keep em to yourself Probably alotta other niggaz that'll hit her But you just a weak nigga that fell in love with em [Chrous] Ho Problems aint no problems Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x2) [JT Money] What if your girl let another nigga hit it Would you accept it our would you cry like a bitch You'd probably try to kill her then kill yourself Sayin she wasnt real but you wasnt real yourself Cuz you knew she was a ho when you met her But the pussy so good you just wanted it forever And it hurt you to know another nigga got it But tell me dogg what could you do to stop it NOTHIN! [Chrous] Ho Problems aint no problems Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x2) [JT Money Talkin] Know what im sayin Bout time for JT Money to get back off in this game(you know) Lotta niggaz was steering y'all wrong wit dis ho shit Know what im talkin about But im in it to put it down for dat real you know Let you niggaz knowa bout these ho's Teach you bout this game FO SHO! baby [Chrous] Ho Problems aint no problems Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x4)

Ain't Shhh To Discuss

Def Squad "Def Squad Presents Erick Onasi"
* Erick Sermon (of EPMD) Hungry niggas Teflon Lil' Noah E Double T-Mixx Onasis With the [Name] City Cartel, nigga Starve in the hood, what [ VERSE 1: Teflon Da Don ] I was well respected in the streets with no watch Youngest nigga in Tallahassee with a coke spot Used to chill at the dorm where the hoes blow cock Had the fairly new classical Bally's with no socks Homicide know the face, I'm makin 60 a bird He earnin a third, Roy Black on the case Blow and base and a few pounds of pot Will have you found with a few rounds around your cock Around the clock I'm breakin down dimes of rock Tryin to grind my block - once I find a block My soldiers (line em up) Who oppose (tyin em up) Calicos (fine em up) I'm supplyin the sights, I'm climbin slight This a New Edition without Ronny, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Who got the Sticky Delite? You dyin quickly tonight Force fare the stick of dynamite Give up the China White Sssss.. [ CHORUS ] If you got it, you got it, it ain't shit to discuss I ain't move any units, I'm shippin the dust I ain't move any unit, empty a clip in your nuts We move as a unit (bitch) ain't shit to discuss (2x) [ VERSE 2: Noah ] We the Isley Brothers of rap smugglin crack Potatos, muffle the Mac, I don't wet you The first go round I'm doublin back (Who fuckin with that?) Pull a plug on your cats Put the snub to your hat (What else, Noah?) I keep it real, y'all juggle with facts (What else, Noah?) I keep the steel, y'all scuffle with cats (What else, Noah?) Stayed in court, raised on house arrest Shower your vest, cap boy, but bag powder the best Clap and lay cowards to rest My bottle was filled with milk, regardless if it was sour or fresh I was raised in hell, blaze a l This for my brother doin sets of 20 caged in a cell [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Erick Onasis ] Yo, E and G hoppin through with Teflon Noah We all iced out, took the rocks from Boa Yo, it was easy, Gillie up in Philly Caught em at the top of the stairs with Biggie's Mac Milli E, I'm a wolf, funny eyes and all Dark-skinned complexion, stand six feet tall So who wanna brawl? I'm the rappin Feebo Knock you the fuck out over a bicycle Yo G (Wassup?) Let em know how I do I smack you the fuck up, and your girlfriend too So while you're playa-hatin I'm navigatin 20-inch skatin, Eightball in the back on Daytons Yo, I'm the shit, huh? You on my dick, huh? You want my bitch, huh? Click-click now Uh, I'm 'hip-hop's biggest fan' Come through like a airplane when it land Muthafucka [ CHORUS ]

Die Die Die

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "E. 1999 Eternal"
[Murmuring of courtroom.] Thug 1: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas, man. Fuck that. Man, put that shit out, man. Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. Man, what the fuck you doing? Elder Thug: Man, fuck that. Man, they got my nigga. Thug 1: Man, that shit ain't even cool. Elder Thug: Support his ass. Judge: Okay, order in the court. Court Attendant: People versus Bone-thugs-n-harmony. Case #C601999. Bailiff: Will the defendant please stand? Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone? Bizzy: Naw, man. Spectator: You know the muthafucka did it. Bailiff: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair. [Laughs, turns maniacal.] Bizzy: We had to get 'em up with two thugs, runnin' side by side with #1, bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase. If they catch me barehanded, I'm done. Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it. Copper lettin' the lead off. Copper thought that he had me cuffed. Little Layzie blew his head off. [Gunshot.] Get 'em up, and get up. The bullets--they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'. We split up. Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fences. Rippin' up the trenches. I'm bailin' while they trailin'. Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them coppers be dwellin'. One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body. Got him! Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun. Hit the bend. Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end. They set in then they lead in. They wanted me off in a coffin. Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'. I went unconscious from the stompin'. Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin. And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn. Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge. He knew right where to put that thug--straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, where I won't budge. Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast, but chill. No doubt. Sleep on. Gotta get away, put that on all me reefer. Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya. Layzie: Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in. Better think again. It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10. Little nigga Rip [We'll...] had to empty the clip, [...kill] had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock, back from Hell and ready to bail, time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried. Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade [Explosion.] inside. The squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter. Keep buckin' them faster--all I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter. Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge. Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave. Can't be safe. I'm buckin'. Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast; gave my nigga, Double Zs, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass. Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions. Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction. I'm bustin'. 'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate. We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door--barracaded, and I pulled a grenade. Tossed it to the door, let it explode, and we made it. Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie--feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me. Elder thug 2 (Bizzy): Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy and Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy. Elder thug 3 (Layzie): Well, I love to see them boys get theyselves outta this one. Krayzie: Sit as I wait in the smug, rollin' real fast like a dog, and began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go. They done labeled my nigga psychotic; bitches has got him sittin' on death row. Scopin' off the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, one-eighty-seven, and bail. Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell. It's all organized, how my nigga, #1, disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' a bible mission for survival, nigga, so I creep the TEC-millimeter. Somebody done pulled the alarm. Now, it's on. Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was on. We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick. Nigga, what's up? Quick, bust in first. When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up. We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'. All we was thinkin' is, Don't get caught. Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs. Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud, and all across my face was, I'd rather lay in blood. Dodgin', now who made (the gun blew with the swoop), bailin' back home with my troops. I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot. Now we're rollin', no more than a half a mile we get stopped. Cops surround Bone. We load glocks and squeeze, say, fuck all these roadblocks. Busted a 'U,' then put that bitch in reverse, and I get the switch, and I push the button. That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive. See that Souljah Boy buckin', back in the other direction. Po-po came quick, them heat up. Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up. I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods. My niggas--they followed behind me. We getaway smooth, a nigga made good. Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out. Hid a car so we could drive out. While we waited, we all got fried out, fool. If you's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, [St. Clair . . .] scream, Mo! Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go. [Commotion.]

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