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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Thugs Are Us

Take It To Da House

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(feat. Slip-N-Slide Express) [Intro] ('Get down!') Yessuh, (uh huh uh huh uh huh..) Slip-N-Slide Records Uhh, fin' to take it to da house Just get on up and ('Get down!') [Sung] Callin my peoples all across the world This song goes out to all the boys and girls You want them thugs to come and turn yo' party out You better take it to da house, (c'mon) now (uh uh uh) (uh.. yessuh!) [Money Mark] Slip-N-Slide get loose Mo' punch than your bowl of juice And ain't nobody mo' jiggier then us Stuff so ruff it causes head rush like what Give it to me bring it here Don't stop girl shake it here shake it there Let Money Mark get off in yo' derriere We off da chain fo' the whole year So if you look with a big ol' butt live in yo' own crib and make yo own bucks (yessuh!) Hit me up, Tre+ dot com and tell me where you from, uhh.. [J.V.] Smoked out, choked out, we get off da chain like we just broke out You don't know bout me J. Dot When I come though all the haters get hot Cause I got mo' hoes, mo' dank Mo' cheese in da bank, mo' rank My dawgs on dubs, yours ain't My dawgs do whatever, yours cain't [Chorus: Slip-N-Slide] Cause we them niggaz that's gon' make you get up out yo seat and ('Get down!') .. We don't play we - take it to da house M.I.A. - take it to da house This the way we - take it to da house Take it to da house - take it to da house Three-oh-five - take it to da house Boy we got dat fire - take it to da house Slip-N-Slide - take it to da house Take it to da house - take it to da house [Trina] Okay play with it yo ain't no stoppin it S-N-S and we rock rock rockin it We gon' lock it and do our thang Cause my dream team takin all the rings I got, Tre+ who beatin much guts and uhh, Deuce Pop' pimpin news non-stop an' Lost Tribe to my side just vibin And J.B. gon' ball with me T double D, he off in that 'Xcursion Swervin all on the curve with a virgin And I'm Trina, you heard my name I'm still 'Da Baddest' ain't a damn thang changed [Co] Now it's time to get down with yo boy C.O. It's me n Money Mark in the big freak show Niggaz recognize, hoes do too When I creep through the room with the Slip-N-Slide crew Gimme room cause I'm buckwild man I'll get'cha krunk, get'cha loose in the sand Tre+ and we're runnin it still Funk Boogie, spin the wheel! [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] Well order two mo' bottles of Crissy Cris' and get drunk pissy while you listen to this All you rookie-ass niggaz don't try the shit Some busta-ass niggaz can't buy a hit Gimme a break, and a beat I can vibe with A Nik Kwest() video and a fine bitch 'Bout fifty-five spins and a mic check and you'll play my shit I never had sex that costed I fuck so much I'm exhausted And this new shit I'm flossin I got that cause I ran with the Dolphins, huh Slip-N-Slide's fin' ta take it to da house New hot shit, fo' you to ride out And for the niggaz that tried there's nuttin left Yo' hoe must think we somethin else Fuck fame, we out to get paid Born and raised in the County of Dade [Chorus] Take it to da house [repeat to fade]

The Mastas

Freddie Foxxx "Industry Shakedown"
I am not now, what I was yesterday.. and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.. I mean, this shit is way out of control .. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on.. [Billy Danze] Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude and a brand new way to come at a dude (SALUTE!) You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art of lettin the nines bark on the ave (NOWWWW) If you don't know me then don't act like you do And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to (Criminal instincts!) I still got it If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it (Glory and ??) Foxxx, I'm a survivor I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm live Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and overlook the deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin throat (It's the Murder He Wrote ) I stick to the plan, I'm close to my fam - and I'm a very emotional man I told you that Danze, was out of control ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta! People! People! I am not now, what I was yesterday.. and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.. This shit is way out of control .. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on.. [Lil' Fame] C'mon! When the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes on some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the AK-e First I call yo' name, whisperin Then I +LIFT+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin You can think shit's sweet cause I rap I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe (BITCH!) and I'm dope cause I master the shit, plaster the shit A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit Lil' Fame, B-K born, been doin this since the days of B-D-K, and TJ Swan Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so bash and bruise and confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em? I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the fuck I is? The masta! People! People! I am not now, what I was yesterday.. and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.. I mean, this shit is way out of control .. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on.. [Freddie Foxxx] That's right.. My heart is colder than icicles in Poland Niggaz hate to see when Bumpy get mad, what I be holdin Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out your colon Never registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolen And I don't leave no spares like I was bowlin Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like Ryan - Nolan And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin Triple X raised, Bumpy, I be John Blaze That venom shit that I've been spittin from, back in the days Smashin MC's, countin the ways, you want it? Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets I'm such a real nigga I take it to +Blaze+ and tell 'em make it 51 Greatest Niggaz of All Time or I shoot up the page I'm still the nicest nigga, fuck my age Hand to hand I whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage I never claim to be, somethin I'm not I'm a thug, and I die with it, like it or not All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme Now who baldhead rules in ninety-nine? [F] Who keep the real shit bangin in ya? [M] The masta! [F] Who take a block and start swangin with ya? [M] The masta! [F] Who still mic ready, send it to ya? [M] The masta! [F] Knuckle game tight, black and blue ya [M] The masta! We need real niggaz to bring it back.. so this is what it comes down to huh? I am not now, what I was yesterday.. and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.. I mean, this shit is way out of control .. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on.. We need real niggaz to bring it back.. so this is what it comes down to huh? I am not now, what I was yesterday.. and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.. I mean, this shit is way out of control .. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on.. We need real niggaz to bring it back..

Clap Back

JA RULE "Blood In My Eye"
[Intro - Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah yeah ya know It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! Blackchild what up!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real shit we talking I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! [Chorus - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers Let's make no mistakes, resents take place What's the procedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your bitches Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick I can't handle it, lower their manners To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Soddom I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem What's the procedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions And God gave me his blessings to handle my business All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come What's the procedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker [Benzino] You know [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man

Sock It To Me

MISSY 'MISDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT "Supa Dupa Fly"
(feat. Da Brat) Do it do it do it do it do it, no! [Verse One: Missy (singing)] I was lookin for affection So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction I'll be out of control Let's take it to perfection Just you and me Let's see if you can bring the bring the bring the nasty out of me Nownownow now sock it [Chorus: Missy] Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to I can take it like a pro and you'll know Do it long bro with a back stroke My hormones are jumpin like a disco I be poppin mats like some Crisco. And all you gotta say is that Missy go And when you say it though I want it moved slow [Verse Two: Missy] I'm at your house around midnight Don't fall asleep It'll just be me me me on a late night creep I'ma show you thangs,that you can't believe Jump in this b-e-beat And won't you sock it to me [Chorus 3X] [Verse Three: Da Brat] Uh why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like Ree-Ree The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard like penitentiary did, finally admitted that we the shit, combination on this lethal Poppin patron in the 600 with no see-through hundred with no see through 'cept for the repercussion fuckin with shit Like this we parlay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer the consequence gotta get these ends bitch House in the Chi with a Caddy in Atlanta with a Benz Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick Besides kid wanna but bust you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin with me, you jealous cause I live more flushed Me and Missy been livin with the Harruss bein ruckast plus When I'm sellin, never gon stop it, sockin it to niggaz and rockin it, droppin em on the spot, heat up and glock and wreck a shot, knockin you off of your socks Guaranteed platnium watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it up I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it uuuup

Babies

WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
[Intro/Chorus: Madame D] Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block [Chorus] [Raekwon the Chef] Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me () Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid [Chorus] [GZA] You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock [Chorus - repeat 2X]

Till We Meet Again

MR. CHEEKS "John P. Kelly"
(Mr. Cheeks) Aiyo my first thoughts was stop when my man left I started drinkin more thinkin of my mans death then I thought he wouldn't want to see me crumble when he handed me the ball I promised I won't fumble and I wont, stood on the field implore the real these player haters hate so much now they resolve to kill got your pictures it aint the same without the laugh I pour liquor in the grass think about the past if there was no one I could speak with I could speak with you you knew all I was into what ive been through they couldn't fuck with us kid we was off da chain blew the spot up when we came and got inside the game from street cats we brought it to the main stream it was an honor playin with you on the same team ya namely a very great deal to me its only right I step it up you kept it real with me (chorus-Stephen Marley) and when that day comes were gonna be like every children and when that day comes everyone is gonna enjoy themselves (Mr. Cheeks) aiyo im thinkin yous about to come through at any minute bless your nigga on the track, put some flavor in it just a thought, im knowin that your not around cant forget how we did it in and out of town held it down, maintained, still inside the game listen ever since you left it hasn't been the same niggaz change, fam lookin at me strange was goin on with cheeks peeps hating different things no doubt im hearing everything they say he don't live around they way, why should I stay? I play the hook but don't stay understand that bein on the block aint bringin my man back those who know me know me straight love they show me, they can't hold me in the game Aiyo wassup with oby, maintain in talkin to my lost souls see you when I get there meet you at the crossroads (chorus) and when that day comes is when I get a chance to tell you I love you and when that day comes we gonna be yea yea yea yea (Mr. Cheeks) what went wrong all I know is that my mans one that made my mens strong on my own two I stand on right along I think about how we were like the bomb right before we perform let me write a song, how you used to do, represents all you knew Aiyo taliek 21 gun salute for you on top of losing you I lost you in the worst way now that's some shit them niggaz killed you on my birthday open presents nah said my nigga tai dead celebrating birthdays with that shit in my head think about the time when we would chill, up in 1 and 2 in back in Richmond Hill yeah that shit was real, us young niggaz growin up whoever thought we would start bubbling and blowin up but we did, survived it all I wish you did, I could speak for all the boyz we miss you kid Chorus till end...

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