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Ant Banks lyrics

I Can't Change

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sample: Never leave the pad without packin a gun - Eazy-E {*1} Let me drop it on the one, heheh Yeah.. Real smooth youknowhatI'msayin? Chorus: unknown singers If you think this shit is funky Don't be a punk, nigga, just get in the groove {*1} And if you think this shit is funky Don't be a punk, nigga, let it get into you [Ant Banks] Yeah, check it Well let me hit it like this, fool Ant Banks is back Still comin way tight, straight gangsta mack You see the bitches know I'm loaded, smooth as a poet Droppin shit like a pigeon just to let you suckers know it's the grip that I clock that makes the hoes jock And niggaz get to trippin, and talkin hella shit and don't you know your bluffin ain't enough you see that all you mark motherfuckers can't FUCK with me So bring it on cause I got somethin for ya Mac-10 strong, smoke that ass like doja Break that ass off, until I leave yo' ass broke I'm icin like Tyson boy I ain't no joke A lot of niggaz now think they made of steel Too tough to get took, and that's for real But let me tell you like $hort nigga, that's your life Cause niggaz I know get took every night Tryin to show out and look good for the hoes But everybody knows how the story goes... The bitches ain't shit cause they all into gafflin Break a hoe jaw, and I might start laughin *chuckles* That's how it is so you better play it safe and get you a gat in a smooth ass place And you will never trip when you're tryin to have fun But nigga you should {*1} Chorus {*1} Slap the hand *boom boom* Put a cap smooth in that ass I want you to just slap the hand *boom* {*1} [Ant Banks] Late night trippin on a Saturday night Hangin at the Uptown, hoes is tight Thinkin to myself, Yeah I'm finsta make a come-up I'm doin the first tramp bitch that wanna run up Seen a little tight one, the bitch said, Hey! Rushed that ass to the store and got the Tanqueray Pulled over to the side, now I'm cold on the mission Threw the bitch in the back and put that ass in position Baby broke me off, OOH somethin kinda proper Bitch was so tight, I didn't wanna stop her Now a nigga trippin, sippin on gin Drunk as fuck, and out comes her boyfriend! Time to call it quits, cause the fool might trip But the nigga shoulda known that a bitch ain't shit He reached for the do', now I got him in focus .380 on that ass, now his life is like hopeless All over one little stupid dookie bitch with a funky ass cock and some juicy ass lips But I never trip when I'm tryin to have Yeah nigga now I {*1} Chorus {*1} Slap the hand *boom boom* Put a cap smooth in that ass I want you to just slap the hand *boom* {*1} [Ant Banks] Yeahhhahhh, much props to the motherfuckin Dangerous Crew nigga YouknowhatI'msayin? Chorus (1/2, - {*1})

Queens Finest

Capone -N- Noreaga "The Reunion"
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it out Niggaz know, niggaz know where we comin from And it's gon' go down like this.. [Capone] Yo, I gots no name, I cause pain, people'll cry My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me Try to trace me back to my leader I put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs Niggaz use red dots, make me follow they path I hit cops, they be raw, tip is ten thou' cash I'm metamorphic, I'm forced to switch Dum-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate, you can buy me legit I get heated when I seperate my shell with the pin in my back, I bang like (?) I got some nerve They jam right? But I still get respect and heard I hit niggaz legs for fame, my lead through, shit in the game I leave a red stain whenever I'm sprayin I'm known as the B-U-double-L-E-T, and S-L-U-G Enough'll make you D-I-E, Queens Finest (yeah yeah) [Chorus: Algado Shoballotti] Yo stolen car -- top down, on point -- real route Set it off -- thug it out, pull a heist -- peel out Fingerprints -- ain't none, black mask -- no face Cash flow -- no sweat, Jakes come -- no trace [Prodigy] Aiyyo fuck these niggaz let's ride on these niggaz It's so simple Dunn I'm down and don't fuck around Comb the hood, in two black Excursions Lookin for this nigga so we can merc him Parked in front of his building for like two hours Been around the corner for a few hours Came back, there he go, let's go, that nigga ours Hopped out the truck, went right at the coward The gun showers, rain on these niggaz they frontin He didn't even saw it comin.. Hopped back up in the trucks, light the tree back up I need that Dunn, havin to deal, with these fake niggaz and fake bitches, give me that Dutch, it's never enough Niggaz O.D. off of us (Queens Finest) It's never enough, bitches O.D. off of us (yeah yeah) [Chorus] [Noreaga] Whaaaat? Can I rap, can I rap? We keep it under, no rotunda, with the fully thunder Mad traffic, and I still buddy whack it Put your name on the affadavit just to save it, the project ghetto favorite Laundry mat trap, the Yacub and the rat Bill Clinton of the ghetto, respect my name Tecs and 'caine, the rains nearly stretched the lane Ridiculous, how my shit spit, fake fishes Non-religious, Christians won't pay visits Fast for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk Ice fuckin full of skunk, double barrel of pump Kick rhymes like priests, I'm a golden boy I got a brand new whip, and it's stolen boy Fiends love me, they see I'm still holdin void (Queens Finest, yeah yeah, Queens Finest, yeah yeah) [Havoc] Watch me flow, a nigga like me all about dough Bonin your hoe, and have her hard to find like 'dro You know we Range Rov', come through, tinted lay low But most of these niggaz don't show 'til ya blow Don't, wanna come through Queens, if shorty act stank Be like, Mami won't you meet me halfway? Shook cause the crooked side done took a long trip Niggaz on point runnin the gauntlet, fuck with niggaz that heartless, picture me, you carcas CNN Mobb shit, don't let us start to plot shit Chill Dunn I got this, better learn from what I spit Hail what the God kick, bow to what this nigga live Bunch of dead niggaz get hit when they reneg' Like it's hard to find your fuckin crib I be up in the cut, in the bushes, pick up last from where you took it, you hit? Now I'm good kid [Chorus] [Algado Shoballotti] Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. lefrak.. Queens Finest.. and Q.B. Queens Finest.. Jamaica.. Queens Finest.. and all over..

Queens Finest

NOREAGA "The Reunion"
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it out Niggaz know, niggaz know where we comin from And it's gon' go down like this.. [Capone] Yo, I gots no name, I cause pain, people'll cry My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me Try to trace me back to my leader I put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs Niggaz use red dots, make me follow they path I hit cops, they be raw, tip is ten thou' cash I'm metamorphic, I'm forced to switch Dum-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate, you can buy me legit I get heated when I seperate my shell with the pin in my back, I bang like () I got some nerve They jam right But I still get respect and heard I hit niggaz legs for fame, my lead through, shit in the game I leave a red stain whenever I'm sprayin I'm known as the B-U-double-L-E-T, and S-L-U-G Enough'll make you D-I-E, Queens Finest (yeah yeah) [Chorus: Algado Shoballotti] Yo stolen car -- top down, on point -- real route Set it off -- thug it out, pull a heist -- peel out Fingerprints -- ain't none, black mask -- no face Cash flow -- no sweat, Jakes come -- no trace [Prodigy] Aiyyo fuck these niggaz let's ride on these niggaz It's so simple Dunn I'm down and don't fuck around Comb the hood, in two black Excursions Lookin for this nigga so we can merc him Parked in front of his building for like two hours Been around the corner for a few hours Came back, there he go, let's go, that nigga ours Hopped out the truck, went right at the coward The gun showers, rain on these niggaz they frontin He didn't even saw it comin.. Hopped back up in the trucks, light the tree back up I need that Dunn, havin to deal, with these fake niggaz and fake bitches, give me that Dutch, it's never enough Niggaz O.D. off of us (Queens Finest) It's never enough, bitches O.D. off of us (yeah yeah) [Chorus] [Noreaga] Whaaaat Can I rap, can I rap We keep it under, no rotunda, with the fully thunder Mad traffic, and I still buddy whack it Put your name on the affadavit just to save it, the project ghetto favorite Laundry mat trap, the Yacub and the rat Bill Clinton of the ghetto, respect my name Tecs and 'caine, the rains nearly stretched the lane Ridiculous, how my shit spit, fake fishes Non-religious, Christians won't pay visits Fast for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk Ice fuckin full of skunk, double barrel of pump Kick rhymes like priests, I'm a golden boy I got a brand new whip, and it's stolen boy Fiends love me, they see I'm still holdin void (Queens Finest, yeah yeah, Queens Finest, yeah yeah) [Havoc] Watch me flow, a nigga like me all about dough Bonin your hoe, and have her hard to find like 'dro You know we Range Rov', come through, tinted lay low But most of these niggaz don't show 'til ya blow Don't, wanna come through Queens, if shorty act stank Be like, Mami won't you meet me halfway Shook cause the crooked side done took a long trip Niggaz on point runnin the gauntlet, fuck with niggaz that heartless, picture me, you carcas CNN Mobb shit, don't let us start to plot shit Chill Dunn I got this, better learn from what I spit Hail what the God kick, bow to what this nigga live Bunch of dead niggaz get hit when they reneg' Like it's hard to find your fuckin crib I be up in the cut, in the bushes, pick up last from where you took it, you hit Now I'm good kid [Chorus] [Algado Shoballotti] Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. and got the whole click behind us.. Yeah yeah.. Queens Finest.. lefrak.. Queens Finest.. and Q.B. Queens Finest.. Jamaica.. Queens Finest.. and all over..

Hood Scriptures

FOXY BROWN "Broken Silence"
[Foxy Brown] HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written Hard spittin', cigar splittin' PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her RODE, with the best auto that money can buy me The best damn mami, Def Jam signed me HOES, you know they'll never compare to my status Nothin' matters, I'm the fuckin' baddest see FAME, is worth it if you got money to match it I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice GAME, guess I got it at birth from my momma Ill Na Na, real drama, see I BALL, til' I can't or I'm covered by maggots I straight spaz it and let y'all have it BLOAW! Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood! [Foxy Brown] SPLURGE,when I'm gettin' my money it's nothin' Always bussin', flows is disgustin' WOAH, I'm constantly multiplying my digits Fox the richest, please no pictures ONES, that I be countin' be keepin' me smilin' We out wildin', shout to the island! DUN, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers It's so over, keep y'all composure STYLE, when we want and we love when they hate us Don't debate us, flow's not contagious FOUL, we can be if y'all niggas provoke us Buenos noches, do not approach us FLOSS, til the law say I can't or I'm finished Pour the Guiness, I'm a straight menace! BLOAW! Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood! [Foxy Brown] KNOW, what I built I ain't tryin' to mess up Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor WHOA, I hear your company's holdin' that budget I always thug it hood for the public BENZ, my CREAM material's iller than average Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my FANS, say that my album is close to a classic They don't, gas it, y'all gots to have it SHOES, got to be Christian or Gucci or Prada Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter LOSE, you always will when you go against Foxy Wrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me RISE,til they kill me I'm ballin' and spending Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now! BLOAW! Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!

Chug-A-Lug

PASTOR TROY "Universal Soldier"
[Pastor Troy talking] Pastor, disaster I'm just laying down my bass shit You know my bass my bass one Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga) Crank that bitch off the chain Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is PT in the house (nigga) A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T Give me a P, give me a T [Verse 1] Hold up, wait a minute Let PT, with gangsta in it Fin'sta win it I'm talkin' 'bout the trophy Got me chillin' with this bitch name Sophie She say she know me from one night in the Vail Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to inhale it Now that sounds like me The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G DSGB tat' across my chest And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin' Know when they play my shit the club rockin' You niggas watchin' My thirty-two is in 'tact Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack I bet security didn't keep steppin' I'm on the dance floe' wit' my weapon Chug-A-Lug [Chorus 2x] When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug I'mma role up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Lug Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug [Verse 2] Nigga, yeah (yeah) Ever seen a remmy bottle this big Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig pussy ass nigga, my nig' Take another swig Throw up my set Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet' Some bitches sweat And some niggas looking dirty Mad wit' me 'cause they in the club thirsty I'm talkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they saleing dope Look hea' folk, let us leave the bar If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car Ya' dealing' with a star Far from sulfa Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit' my cuz' Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug [Chorus 2x]

Step Into Da Cipher

Brand Nubian "Everything is Everything"
[Lord Jamar] First up it's the nuts up, what's up to the niggas from the projects Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of MCs If you're wack we got the right to seize He's black like Ultra, know your culture Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get or how rigid, niggas still get it I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures In my third eye, know you heard I study math like a mathmatician See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the GODs from the town of the Rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge [Serge] You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin from another dimension, did I mention that funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop Goin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state So ready yourself because it's on full scale I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum And Serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite [Maestro Manny] I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one *I'll bad bad and I'll run* Original Flatbush style, and solo jam like BEEP Han Solo man Yes-a, Mr.Intellect-And-Sex in the flesh I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest Maestro Manny one verse, time come in My scab when they go flurry You don't concern me, your style can't burn me You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins After Thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion 6' 1 , two weaves and cocked diesel You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin up like SEE!!!! *Interlude* [Snagglepuss] When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt Even the hard niggas will be yellin That's enough But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf You wanna battle Here's what happened to the last kid His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin So bring all the flunkies you roll with So when I set it on your ache, you all be like Oh shit! You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion [Sadat X] Feel the wind blow thru your hair My aim is square on your backbone You're home alone and your mom work the double shift Just enough time for me to hit that off Bounce on a nigga said my man Wop Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street on some casual shit, even my kid could flip Hear me on the wop tape BAM!! HIT EM Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema This is X and I'm straight from the Rule

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