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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - These R The Tales

Live @ Daiquiri Factory

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[Verse 1:] In tha blink of an eye Ya know your tiga can die I'm from the land of the 22 44 45 Riddels and lies is something we all despise So we look to the sky for the answer to "why? " We was just little tigaz when we first tried You chose the d-game and I chose the ryhme Though our brains were the same man Our brains had to change man Cause if it didn't change we'd be stuck in the game [Chorus:] Man the game tryin to outsmart tha law Sweatin over a stove tryin to cook the raw Off the showroom floor is how you buy yo car And you'll have da baddest bitch these niggaz ever saw In the game tryin to outsmart tha law Sweatin over a stove tryin to cook the raw Off the showroom floor is how you buy yo car And you'll have da baddest bitch these niggaz ever saw [Verse 2:] It was 7-4 I mean july the 4th And I was going on tour and you was going to war Dope fiends checks a new lex and kill techs Before I had to jet I told the god I'm impressed He said check it out nicky I'm killing the world My woman is a top notch got my brain in a twirl Hella niggaz done hit it and I call her my girl And my mama looks at me like I'm not her pearl I go to sleep every night with a body on my mind Man slugz from the nine you shoulda seen how he died Bullets hit his chest I thought I would laugh Man I've been thinkin about it fo 2 yearz and a half That mothafucker died is all on my mind Check this out will we go to heaven this time? In the game It's ashame A nigga like me gotta sale cocaine [Chorus:] In the game tryin to outsmart tha law Sweatin over a stove tryin to cook the raw Off the showroom floor is how you buy yo car And you'll have da baddest bitch these niggaz ever saw In the game tryin to outsmart tha law Sweatin over a stove tryin to cook the raw Off the showroom floor is how you buy yo car And you'll have da baddest bitch these niggaz ever saw In tha game...

Girl Is Mine

JAGGED EDGE "J.E. Heartbreak"
(feat. Ja Rule, Jermaine Dupri) [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo See I'm sick of all these No game having Gold chain wearing Last year clothes wearing niggaz That keep sweating me Cause their bitch want me It ain't my fault nigga [Jermaine Dupri] You need to stop calling my house Weain't got nothing to be talking about It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be Cause nigga your bitch chose me Fellas [Jagged Edge] The girl is mine, can't you see Know the game cause your bitch chose me [Jagged Edge] Somebody please tell me how How is it everybody knew the The rules to how we get down Now he wanna act a fool now I'm the first to say She gotta (what) man, gotta leave her long gone, run away But still she wants her way It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault She chose me [1] - [Jermaine Dupri] You need to stop calling my house He ain't got nothing to be talking about It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be Cause nigga your bitch chose me Fellas [Jagged Edge] The girl is mine, can't you see Know the game cause your bitch chose me The girl is mine [Jermaine Dupri] Mad dude, but your attitude needs to halt Cause ooh it ain't my fault It might be tough to swallow, that's how it be And you know the game, your bitch chose me [Jagged Edge] The girl is mine, can't you see Know the game cause your bitch chose me [Jagged Edge] Many girls go around Actin' like they got nobody You better find one that you know stays down One who's eyes ain't wandering If her eyes fall on me Then I know she's coming Better find one who wants to be with you, oh Girl it's really too bad for you Said he's not enough for you Baby you should let him know Baby you wanna try me J-E maybe we'll be Together for eternity Reside till I be happy, till I be happy () [Ja Rule] Ja's flow so hot, niggaz don't wanna be near me when the bomb drops and I Knew niggaz would fear me from the time I spit on wax Niggaz was leery like who the fuck is this cat Ja baby, understand that, Rule one, second to none When y'all bitches start strutting I hit it and run Cause I'm destined to cum on your tongue while we sexing Like lubricant ruff ryde with the X-man We hollering, it could all be this simple Know what I'm gonna kiss you, cause daddy gonna miss ya Now that's love when a nigga not wanna pimp on a hoe But sometimes this love shit is claustrophob And I love thy, love to send you hoes the money Love bitches with attitude, a hundred miles of running New York thugs, and my niggaz is pimps too And your bitch chose me before they chose you nigga [Repeat 1 (2x)] [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo We're here to make y'all rock We're here to make y'all rock We're here to make y'all rock Shit it's nothing

Overkill

JOE BUDDEN "Halfway House"
[Heartbreak] Be advised, this kid is on his grind If greatness is what you seek I'm the nigga you will find (me!) I'm lyrically inclined - rap's like tacklin fish with no hook, you can't get 'em on the line Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail The writtens I'm spittin sound like I'm fishin for a whale (uh-huh) Of course I'm sicker, my flow off the Richter I'm forcin niggaz to get a bigger scale I gotta excel, so I sell X You're like Nextel, who you gon' tell next? (who?) Can't grind off packs cause y'all watchin 'em I ain't see a dime off rap cause y'all droppin 'em I go hard on tracks, ain't get a buck from it And as far as rats I hope the fucks plummet (fall) I like to mix karate with gunplay So all you dumb chumps get nunchucked to gun-butted The opposite of what y'all embrace The game wants lames that'll march in place Uh, one of the last from the Garden State that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga) [Joe Budden] L-look, look Comin up, used to grab the pound for a dollar Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar Fuckin with that water you get drowned somethin proper He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar I mean - hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills Show the steel, all of it 'til it's overkill For Oprah bills I'll turn this bitch into Cloverfield! (nigga) I understand why niggaz ain't tryin to bond with me (why?) Fresh as a fuck, e'ry day is like the prom for me Rappers ain't fond of me, FRRUCK them, my mom should be The game's fixed anyway - and you could ask Tim Donaghy I'm on some all kinda weed, sleep where the piranhas be And honestly (f'real) I'm e'rything dudes be tryin to be I get money and haul off (now) While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off (Joey!) I'm all Spartan, avoid the four sparkin Cause e'rything is funny 'til a nigga's George Carlin Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em? Look, I ain't heard of that (nah) And these haters (Killin' Me Softly) but I don't mind takin on Roberta's Flack I'm known to 1-8-7, murder tracks Go and tell whoever wan' know the king of Jers' is back!

Talking To The World

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Jim Jones] I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man In them pissy staircases, we just sittin here Waitin with them crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale When that wreck came around, I'm in the trench with my pound I'm pitchin you cracks and the bench is my mound (what's good) It ain't no freezin this game, I'm in the freezin the rain Tryin to make G's off the 'caine so I can freeze up a chain (Jacob!) Or put the Spre's on the thang (spinners!) So I can speed through the game (vroom!) That's why I think kinda different, and some think that I'm twisted Cause I smoke too much, and I drink 'til I'm twisted (I'm on point) I'm tryin to maintain to stay afloat (that's right) Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap) That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by dudes That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time [Jim Jones] The purple, HAZE, keep scorchin and burnin Nightmares at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I can't sleep) I'm light on my sleep, I can't get a wink, I might miss somethin I think if I blink I might miss somethin (what happened what happened) Constantly rollin up haze (uh-huh) As I stomp through this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside) We from the streets, know the struggle, know the hustle Know the hook, know to cut it, know to double (know that price) Now if you don't change your mind, change your grind Don't get caught in the facade, don't get caught up on a charge (Don't be facin six) You know that life goes by Just as fast as them nights goes by Hold fast, them blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!) We movin white, whole pies Hope to God that the law or the vice don't ride (SQUALIE!) We been trapped in our own hustle You see the government's the powder but the crack is our own hustle We smart ain't we? [Jim Jones] Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I speak to you listen The beef if it thicken the heat'll stay clickin, believe that? I'll be burnin water, while I turn the corners (uh-huh) I'll be more than gone as {?} R.I.P., man that's kind of redundant Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit Plus, man they ridin to dump clips (yes sir!) In hooped up whips, the place miss and I scoop up with the eighth in 'em, they shoot up shit and straight get 'em (boom) They chew up shit like straight sick 'em (sick 'em) Over that turf or strip, or that work the bricks We'll squirt the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo) That's the code of my land Over that blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we gon' get 'em) Get you all shot over hoes for a grand Man, death is so cheap in my hood - short paper

Cocaine

JOELL ORTIZ "Free Agent"
"We gon' make it rock and ROLLS, uh! Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word And the word is, cocaine CAN YOU DO THAT?! I'll tell you when..." [Joell Ortiz] Uhh.. dear Coke, what's the deal? How you been? It been a little second since we was gettin it in Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what? This music shit was promisin, look I'm 'bout to blow up But I'm never huggin the strip in my old Chucks, tryin to get mo' bucks Dodgin the gold truck, we had it sewn up You ain't get no cut, still you pumped for me You was just happy that we both lived comfortably What up with Dope and them niggaz? They still gettin gwap? They had the whole block itchin like the chickenpox Aiyyo Cook, 'member you used to get in the pot? Come out actin hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop? Like how how many ways to get money y'all niggaz got? And I'll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o'clock But nah, it's been me and my dudes since day one We ain't lookin for partners, step up your game son Sometimes I wonder if you miss me Man I miss you even though that life is riskier (Cocaine, hehehe) [Joell Ortiz] My dude, when push come to shove The reason all them police clowns look in glove when they stop the V, heard you fuckin with Keisha You let her start fuckin wit'chu? I know, what's a brother to do? She was always sniffin around since, back in the day She of age now, she know the mind games you played I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more Knowin yo' dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw So she open (she open) me I'm still datin This music take all my time and these girls ain't got patience But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches? Is niggaz tellin? Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin Glad that I ain't a felon, they never caught you with me If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week I'da been on the phone up north orderin briefs Sweat pants and somethin white, socks on the feet But they didn't, coulda been different I thought about that while this kite was bein written, listen! (Cocaine, hehehe) [Joell Ortiz] Guess what I'm tryin to say is I'm done We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won I'm doin things the right way cause you showed me wrong The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song I'ma ride this thing out until the motor gone And when the road get bumpy I'm still holdin on 'Til I'm out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond But God forbid that don't work, I never went soft I'm back in the hood pickin right up where we left off This is a heads up, don't count me out dawg If things don't go right I'm goin left like a southpaw Back to punchin dudes in their face for tryin mouth off Servin all the fiends that be tryin to get they couch off Aiyyo Coke, don't forget about the kid Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz Never forgot where I came from Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from (Cocaine) That's his name, son That's his name, nigga "Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word And the word is, cocaine CAN YOU DO THAT?! I'll tell you when..."

Keep Talkin'

JUVENILE "Reality Check"
[Chorus: Skip - 2X] Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) [Skip] Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet? And I got four words - stay off my dick You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit So you could ride around town and spread your gossip Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip" "Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich" C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck "I just saw Skip blazin' it up With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!) "You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta" Cause that's your old lady he with Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch [Chorus - 2X] [Redd Eyezz] Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin' First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu) Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild Get respect for a few things Deranged, the chopper spit And the first off the block to cop a new Range Life is fast, I get cash and write about it At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift - your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit [Chorus - 2X] [Juvenile] Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back? Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so And I could make a million; American, yen or peso They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you Not in it for the short, I want the long term Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper [Chorus - 4.5X]

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