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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Who's Selling (Skit)

Back In The Days

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Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro Nigga you don't know And I'm thinkin bout when Round the time i was ten And way before the pen The worst thing i ever remember seeing Was a boy get his whole head bashed in But now they gettin blown off Whole chest torn off Whole block roped off Two clips in his house for fuckin round Runnin off at his damn mouth Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame And it wudn't bout a name Plus it wudn't no thang To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But na shit done changed And I know it seem strange But I'm a maintain So I'm a stack my flow and say 'fuck you hoes' stay the fuck out the chain gang hook Some hoes no shame Other hoes play games See they'll fuck ya for the fame And when the heat is on and they cant hang Theyll give them crackers yo name Thell say it under oath And swear to tell the truth Run down what ya do How ya clown wit ya crew Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house Tell a ho about ya spot Where ya threw away the glock But every bitch that ya shot Every key that ya caught And every car that ya drop The ninety-seven drop tops And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthafuckin guilt Back in tha days It wudn't none a this Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch It just goes to show that Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script hook See back in the days All pimps got paid And all hoes got slayed Alot a money got saved And every playa had it made In Dade We was slayed before then Boys was made before then Way before them Raisin poor men With no choice Way before them But na shit done changed I mean a nigga done came Ya done took our name We done peeped yall game Ya ovalooked our pain Man, and we aint tryin to be friends Ya wudn't tryin back then Had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan And send a young poor black man Straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks But na the blacks got the gats So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked And you can bet that See nigga Back in the days I was young and afraid So dumb in a way I was trapped in a maze So hey hook

Who Got That Street Shit

MC Ren "Ruthless for Life"
(Chorus) 2X Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Compton niggas) Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Park's niggas) Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (LA niggas) My nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Real niggas) (MC Ren) A motherfuckin fiend, before I became a teen the villain was fuckin with bitches instead of cones or ice cream Niggas be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymes these niggas don't be havin no lyrics All they talk about is nines and chronic The villain be doing that but I can switch up kick some unreleased shit nigga pick your bitch up The villain be killin you niggas that's running with clicks Ren be own em' niggas be running with clicks cause they can't do it on they own lonesome From CPT to NYC, I keeps it hot bitches be worshiping a nigga with shrines and parking lots. Ten years of damage motherfucking rap god traded in the Dayton's on the foe with 3 tripods The villain be travelling at the speed of light, cause I might be uniden-tah-fied if I come whack, mothefuckers late at night Niggas be waking up forgetting the whole thing nigga it ain't over till the hoe sing, bitch sing it (Chorus) 2X (MC Ren) Ain't shit changed, still making bitches pussy's hot hanging with niggas from Compton carryin big glocks Fucking em' car hops trippin off some paint and gold D'z bitches be happy to hold these Hanging with rap niggas like Lez and Joe Clair niggas from Compton multiply and seen everywhere Making your spot hot attract the feds and protest kidnapping bitches and make the scene grotesque Real niggas and bitches niggas hanging out CPT dwelling shots reigning out Selling coke, hoes taking dicks down they throat bitch niggas coming up pissin all you find is a ransom note New release, promotin fucking police crooked motherfuckers hot cause I won't give em' a piece MC motherfuckin REN back at cha' niggas bit my shit the villain ain't mad at cha' (Chorus) 2X (MC Ren) A nigga sittin on the curb rats catch whip lash same hoes when I was little, fucking niggas for cash Now they baby mommas cause they wanted niggas with dope stuck with stretch marks and niggas names tattered by they throat Some on they tittys, ankles and ass every neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the past They be at the clubs, pussy's used up they tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised up Real niggas turn the light out nigga till they child's through These hoes today be havin niggas rob you Just to come up, so niggas can fuck em' with cheap weed makin motherfuckers go and drop a week seed Thinkin they max Julie fake ass macks all the hoes shake the spot once they smoke up your chronic sack Who's getting played nigga you or the hoe these bitches be fuckin you and your doe Niggas fuck it! (Chorus) 2X

It Ain't About You

KURUPT "Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha"
[Snoop Dogg] Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga? It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker D.P.G.C., y'know Representin to the fullest, like dat dere Y'KNOW! [Kurupt] Organized madness The young Godstra Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch! Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations) I call, I call shots round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here Slow down down here, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks round here [Kurupt] Psychosomatic, automatic static Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls Camouflage, on the side of livest Bout to put somethin up in that could ride It's time for, world war three motherfucker You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker I holds the microphone like a grudge In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up This might give you a heart attack It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that Than that.. Chorus [Kurupt] The tactical acrobatical automatic Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?) Columbian flake, the top rate Irate lost mental state Stallion I'm want about a million or more of y'all fools to come back and get some more You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door He don't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour He got some Gortex or some Converse on All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade Persuasion, phase three of the invasion I gots to break loose cause I'm feelin caged in Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough to bombard and bogart, spots like these Renegade revolutionary infantries I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya Chorus [Roscoe] I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka Verbal predator, fake rap attacker Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker Money makin, we smart like computer hackers I came in this game with plans to get it maxed And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture No escapin without, instantaneous capture Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embarass you See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you Test your chest nigga? One less nigga Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical Taking your first-born as collateral! [Kurupt] I call, I call shots round here

Already Home

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 3"
[Jay-Z] Jay-Z, Hova, Either love me or leave me alone [x3] [Kid Cudi - Chorus] Oh they want me to fall (fall), Fall from the top (top), They want me to drop (drop) They want me to stop (stop) They want me to go (go), I'm already gone (already) The shit that I'm on I'm already home (Hey, I'm already home yeah) [Jay-Z] These nigga's want me to go, don't they know that I'm gone They know I'm space shuttle level they need oxygen Don't they know that they boring? Don't they know that I yawn, Only time they excited is when they mentioning Shawn You see single white female but she dyed her hair blonde Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them Somebody turn these boys off don't they know that I'm on Can't they see that it's foolish to try and kill me with songs What the fuck are they Laurynnn, you Killing me softly You talk me to death, only thing you can do to him I open the door for them, what else can I do? These nigga's want me to walk for them, somebody talk to them Before I go off on them [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I taught 'em about fish scale they want me to fish for them They want me to catch clean, then cook up a dish for them All of this just for them, or they got a diss for him They want me to disappear, like it's gonna SHIFT for them They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit with them But what they admitting is, they ain't got shit for him But really the fact is, we not in the same bracket Not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missing? Nigga I been missing, nigga I been gone The shit that you just witnessed is the shit that I been on And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it Everybody can tell you how to do it, they never did it Now these nigga's is mad, oh they call me a Camel But I mastered the drought, what the fuck I'm an animal Half-man half-mammal My sign is a Sag, this is just what I plan to do Oh don't be mad [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I'm in the hall already, on the wall already I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already On another level, on another plane already H-O-V I got my own lane already (already) I done cooked up the rock already So why the fuck can't you all get hot already (already) Put your name in the pot already, niggas compare me to Biggie and Pac already Like I'm gone already and I am nigga I'm already home already If you all can't already see I ain't worried about you all cos I'm already me Do you already, enough of the complaining boohoos already Eat food already, ain't nothing given you gotta claim your shoes already, Yeah, so in summation I don't know who you racing I'm already at the finish line with the flag waving - c'mon!

Enjoy Da Ride

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Streetlife] Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin' Waitin' for my down four street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin' All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin' Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' I produce joints that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with (You) Who the ultimate (Wu) Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture [Redman] Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up) I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough Inform the former the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up I never gotta Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Never, trick a bitch car payment off Im a orangatang when the chain is off Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass When im in your hood nigga throw me bags [Method Man] Lets trick the night fantastic Im flexable, they used to call me plastic These big butt bitches get they ass kicked It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch man Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin' As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session [Saukrates] Let a nigga get into it Lubricate y'all veins with your 'Do-It' fluid I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest Now im on the highway, doing it my way With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday Performin' like the weather was warm And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms And keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, aint no friction I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes And burn the arch, like a iron to your face These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button

Crimey

NOREAGA "God's Favorite"
(feat. Pharrell Williams (N.E.R.D.)) [Noreaga] Yeah nigga - part four muh'fucker Thugged out nigga (Grimey) Neptunes - nigga what nigga (Grimey) Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey) This shit is serious - type serious (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey) Yo, yo, yo It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy This year I'll bring the shit home to his family Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit Wanna drink every bottle I sip [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga when that heat, is bustin off And the ambulance come, and rush you off And the witness like - we don't know dem boys Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey Then we resume, hangin with stars Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey [Noreaga] Yo, yo I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche It's unsafe like late night on () Beach Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.! You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow Money like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up Since you, seem so tense release the mutts I'm connected, the police release my cuffs Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore Money we got it but still try and feel more [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)] Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey) Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey) Nigga get popped can't hush me son (Grimey) Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey) 93 Ac' fuck a Range nigga (Grimey) Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey) Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey) Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey) [Noreaga] You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick Just me and shorty, late night in the park And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz [Bridge] [Pharell Williams] Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey [Chorus] [Noreaga] Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey) This shit is serious (Grimey) (Grimey) (Grimey) (Grimey) (Grimey)..

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