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Nann Nigga

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(feat. Trina) [Trina] Hell no I don't wanna holla at no motherfuckin Trick He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit Hell no [Taterhead] I'm saying though What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up [Trina talking] Hell no I don't wanna holla at him That's alright [Trick Daddy talking] Hold up bitch Hold up bitch Hold up hoe Check it out [Trick Daddy] Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh That'll represent like me Who'll say some shit like me One who'll lay the dick like me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who do the shit that I do Run through yo whole lil' crew Pay for it if I got to Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh That'll run off in yo house Put the gun off in yo mouth Blow yo motherfucking brains out Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who'll fall off in the club Free drinks for the show some love Take the bar home for the thugs Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who know mo' niggas than me Who do mo' killings than me And weigh mo' dope dealings than me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh You don't know nann nigga That dress fresher than me And you don't know nann nigga that wear mo' Polo shit than me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who do mo' freaky stuff Eat the coochie wit the legs up Then I blow it all in yo butt And I don't know nann hoe uh-uh Who liked the dick like you Who'll bite the dick like you On a dikey bitch like you And I don't like a bitch like you I'll fight a bitch like you Ol' trifling bitch like you Ain't no telling what you might do Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh [Trina talkin] Uh-Uh-Uh Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is I ain't ashamed of nothing I do Hold up check this shit out [Trina] You don't know nann hoe uh-uh Don' been the places I been Who can spend the grands that I spend Fuck bout 5 or 6 best friends And you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That's off the chain like me That'll floss the thang like me On a awful thang like me You don't know nann hoe uh-uh That sell more ass than me You know nann hoe That'll make you come like me Nigga you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That don' tried all types of shit Who quick to deep throat the dick And let another bitch straight lick the clit Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That'll keep it wet like me Make it come back to back like me Lick a nigga nut sack like me Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That'll ride the dick on the dime Who love to fuck all the time One who's pussy fatter than mine Bitch you don't know nann hoe [Trick Daddy] Hold up baby hold up What you said you'll do bitch [Trina] Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said [Trick Daddy] Well baby if you gon' be doin' all this You need to be on my team Cuz I'm the realest nigga you motherfucking know [Trina] Well if you want me you know how to find me Taterhead got the number [Trick Daddy] Tater boy bet they help Tater boy Ha ha ha hah [Trick Daddy] Bitch you know nann nigga That keep it knocked like me That keep it hot like me One who'll chop the chops like me Bitch you know nann nigga Wit connections wit the mob Money millions for stars And the Lexus flexin hard Bitch you know nanna nigga Who representin they grill In Miami is where I live And this is how I pay my bills I love livin here It be straight thuggin livin here And all my thug niggas here We be ballin'up in here Bitch you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga No no bitch you know nann nigga Oh you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga No no bitch you know nann nigga

Gettin' High

OL' DIRTY BASTARD "Nigga Please"
(feat. Brooklyn Zu, La the Darkman, Rayson) [Intro: Rayson, Zu Keeper] Aiyyo, what's up nigga? Roll up that shit. Yo, where you comin' from, nigga? The fuck you talkin' 'bout? I'm comin' from Franklin. Nigga, Brooklyn Zu. Yo, I got a badge. You got a badge? Nigga, just give me $5. A'ight. You know I'm sayin', du'? Word up. Now which one of you niggaz really got dough? None o' us. Yo, yo, yo. [Chorus: Rayson] We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot niggaz Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high [repeat 3x] [12 O'Clock] What's up, nigga? Look how you strong, workin' 'em off Got that hoe-ass bitch tellin' you you ain't worth it no more She fuckin' while you on tour, the nigga next door Y'all even played basketball, should've punched ya in ya jaw Now nigga need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more She's a chickenhead whore, tryin' to score I knew a bitch like that before, named Mo' What a mink in the snow, a rink on the toe 12 O'Clock know, a bitch never want a bitch Bitch! [La the Darkman] Yo 12, this bitch Sky livin' in Bed-stuy Used to be a hon' until she started gettin' high The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream Told her he was rich, so she sucked his dick Swallowed all his cum and she didn't even spit Suckin' him off in the whip, he loved that bitch He loved that bitch.. he loved that bitch [Chorus: repeat 3x] [Shorty Shit Stain] I know this nigga on the Hill who got mad mils Some masses, got credit cards, I mean this nigga got big bills Well, anyway, I'ma sick him Cuz his girl Dawn put me on to the whole ? She say he don't be home to caress her So I undressed her and made her feel better He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor So what more, could you ask for? [Outro: Zu Keeper] Producer. Representer. RZA. 12 O'Clock. Rayson. Zu Keeper. Shorty Shit Stain. Yo... yeah. One time.

It's Hard Being Wifee

FOXY BROWN "Chyna Doll"
[Intro] Ughh, ladies, y'know how that sayin' goes Be careful what you ask for in life Cuz you just might get it Dependin' on what you ask for, what you get? You might not be able to get out of You heard? Ughh [Foxy] Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em Play your cards right, and if you fuck 'em in the same night Make sure that he don't snitch Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his dick Shit, you know how niggas flick from gettin' pussy to head 'Til you spent yo' brant and blew his dick Especially if he trick, shit Don't complain bitch, do yo' thang and cop that ring When he hit you with that game, you be like 'A'ight, dude, whatever' and sleep on it Put like a week on it, get the Benz Jeep and creep on it Do you like yeah, faggot, screw you Fuck am I to do now? Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch Dude, I'm that same bitch, don't you know? Never cross no hoe Especially if she was Wifee and she know where the snatch go Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'? And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid He don't know that I stick and move Get him right for that Chyna White Nothing to lose, and I see right through him Yeah, we fuckin' tonight And the Duke ain't what he talkin' then I'm truckin' tonight And if he sweet with the big ones, I'm lucky tonight And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right 1 - [Noreaga] Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope that he singing In the hood ain't that Chyna White We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't right We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope that he singing In the hood ain't that Chyna White We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't right We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Cuz he just ain't tight [Foxy] Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely Especially if you fuckin' 'em, and he think you trustin' him Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that? Yeah, you ain't know, I would stress like that Over due, not his ones, he don't handle like that Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo' big heads at?' And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money, it's not a game, nigga And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say, nigga The kind of cat that make wonder if he was sent to do this Put it down for you, first chick he ever cried fo' Never had a chick that raps like this Ain't impressed for no C cuz we straight like this And he makes it very clear baby mothers don't exist They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard? Repeat 1 [Foxy] Ughh, the situation is Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit Bad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard? What the fuck is this? Payback shit? Is it God striking me for some way back shit? I'm like, damn, was the bitch really foul like this? And my loc'ing just to think I should slash my wrist Am I seven for me thinkin' I should total my six Or just straight spazz out, fuck his man and split Take the code to the safe and just empty his bricks On the low, but I know that he love when I flip Ya'll bet the note, had him throw the smash game Shit, I got the ring bitch and his last name Any bitch could do a nigga whole bit Any bitch could luck up and have a kid Any chick could fuck a nigga for spite But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife Ughh, ya'll chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his chick Repeat 1

Still Po Pimpin'

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Verse One: This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas think I'm token Cus I'm not workin And he ain't gonna setup shop If I die tonight then I pay the price But he ain't gonna take my block Mutherfuck them down Just give 'em them pack They'll keep on comin If a nig try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'ma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare to die fo' Keep one in the hole Better get your jack Cus I'm real when I roll When I'm up in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still wont miss With a gat an ??? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And that's so bitter If a nigga ain't a man He'll fo' fitter All them eyes on yours So you know strillah To a po' killa Think I'm doped gettin hype Trippin fiend bout to explode Dressed up black clothes An layin them hoes Tight when the bus gonna get low Cus ?? Let's work from the fo' fo' Blew the mutherfuckin' head Like a mojo She smelled like ho-bo Shes scattin' dirt Gettin work for the po-po Shut em down chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Verse Two: Now it's my ??? brother Older niggas and G's For sellin weed on my spot But how in the fuck You gonna work my block Im supposed to be supreme chief In this area And since you didn't get up with me Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya The bigger the merrier I stack more G's So Im ahead of ya Im bettin ya The average field of a thousand niggas Ain't scared of ya So you have that nerve To cross the nation with your bitch ass Only got one proof That's why you kiss ass Cover your face While you get blast Them unseen murderer's Come in a dark mask So drop your Glock before That toe done tagged Or get smashed I'ma make them Feel a hundred of Berrettas Through they sweater I told you I was goin' get ya And knock you out the picture Chorus Verse Three: Now gettin my sack Get a mutherfucker whacked Kill a mutherfuckin nigga Over two keys If the bitch got beef with a nigga Its the nigga ?? And I'm all in the face with Uzi Shut the trick down Where the bitch now ??? cuts them all and the bitch down Lookin for the young punk Put em all in the trunk Get assualt with pump Cus they trick made Nigga all them flyin Dope fiends shy'in Callin security It's just ya punk ass Just ain't feelin me Take this an that Woke up in the mornin And kissed the gat Stash the patch Pass the gat While then fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ?? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush Home which we all Don't stress Bulletproof bullets Through your bulletproof vest Screamin down to the rain god Shoot for me Get your game guy Po-po just can't hang now Dummie blow Step on my toe What you own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before you lack up Ugh whole troop get stacked up Ugh Max up when you act up Shit watch me clown to shut em down Chorus: Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down

Who Am I

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Verse One: This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas think I'm token Cus I'm not workin And he ain't gonna setup shop If I die tonight then I pay the price But he ain't gonna take my block Mutherfuck them down Just give 'em them pack They'll keep on comin If a nig try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'ma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare to die fo' Keep one in the hole Better get your jack Cus I'm real when I roll When I'm up in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still wont miss With a gat an ??? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And that's so bitter If a nigga ain't a man He'll fo' fitter All them eyes on yours So you know strillah To a po' killa Think I'm doped gettin hype Trippin fiend bout to explode Dressed up black clothes An layin them hoes Tight when the bus gonna get low Cus ?? Let's work from the fo' fo' Blew the mutherfuckin' head Like a mojo She smelled like ho-bo Shes scattin' dirt Gettin work for the po-po Shut em down chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Verse Two: Now it's my ??? brother Older niggas and G's For sellin weed on my spot But how in the fuck You gonna work my block Im supposed to be supreme chief In this area And since you didn't get up with me Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya The bigger the merrier I stack more G's So Im ahead of ya Im bettin ya The average field of a thousand niggas Ain't scared of ya So you have that nerve To cross the nation with your bitch ass Only got one proof That's why you kiss ass Cover your face While you get blast Them unseen murderer's Come in a dark mask So drop your Glock before That toe done tagged Or get smashed I'ma make them Feel a hundred of Berrettas Through they sweater I told you I was goin' get ya And knock you out the picture Chorus Verse Three: Now gettin my sack Get a mutherfucker whacked Kill a mutherfuckin nigga Over two keys If the bitch got beef with a nigga Its the nigga ?? And I'm all in the face with Uzi Shut the trick down Where the bitch now ??? cuts them all and the bitch down Lookin for the young punk Put em all in the trunk Get assualt with pump Cus they trick made Nigga all them flyin Dope fiends shy'in Callin security It's just ya punk ass Just ain't feelin me Take this an that Woke up in the mornin And kissed the gat Stash the patch Pass the gat While then fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ?? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush Home which we all Don't stress Bulletproof bullets Through your bulletproof vest Screamin down to the rain god Shoot for me Get your game guy Po-po just can't hang now Dummie blow Step on my toe What you own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before you lack up Ugh whole troop get stacked up Ugh Max up when you act up Shit watch me clown to shut em down Chorus: Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down

Them Braves

YING YANG TWINS "Me and My Brother"
Ahhhhhh shit yall know what the shound of that is... Thats the sound of them braves, them alanta niggas in this bitch once again Its the mother fuckin' Ying Yang Twins And it's a new year nigga, and you know its your dawg beatin ass formally known as dj smurf And since it is a new day for us I want yall to get to know these niggas personaly I know yall know the twins as a group but yall dont know them niggas individually So right about now ima put yall up on what the deal is right now First up you got this nigga D Roc this nigga stay drunk 20 outa 24 hours of the day, this Niggan might fall out the mouth and say anything to ya, so if your a sensitive ass bitch or a Sensitive ass nigga dont come round this nigga cause this nigga slick out the mouth ya know What im sayin' Next off we got this nigga Kaine Little short grouchy motherfucka' This nigga smoke more than a lil bit, you know what im sayin' This nigga aint full of bullshit, so if you around this nigga with that stupid shit he gon Get you up off him ya know what im sayin So right about now with out further ado I wanna bring yall up into our world This is the Me and My brother MIP, ya know what im sayin' Yall gon get to know these niggas fur real, you gon respect this pimpin' nigga ATL in this bitch, colipark record, Ying Yang Twins beatin ass Ohhh MY god its goin' down nigga So check this shit out right here, YAH!

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