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Big Ed lyrics - The Assassin

Come Get Me

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Mia X Hook: We can tear this bitch up, how you won't do it how you won't bring it, nigga step to me We can tear this bitch up, how you won't do it, how you won't bring, nigga step to me, We can tear this bitch up, how u won't do it, how you won't bring it, nigga step to me now, what how u won't do it Verse 1: Big Ed I'm from a little city called Wes town Roll quick to blast and known to buck 'em down You get killed if ya' from outta town Where after dark it ain't safe to hang around I hang with nothing but No Limit soldiers We pull our straps and knock ya' head off ya' shoulders Never ever gave a fuck about the rollers Cause all my niggas getting high smoking doulja You can find us in the club getting rowdy Move ya' ass if ya ain't bout it bout it You can come and run up if ya doubt it But if ya real let me hear my niggas shout it Chorus: repeat 4x If ya want me, nigga come and get me (COME AND GET ME) Cause I gotta gang of guns and my niggas with me (AND MY NIGGAS WITH ME) Verse 2: I went I'll put 'em in my car Hold spot like I'm a superstar The tank list you know who we are Met a group of ho's sitting at the bar Boy want 'cha know she come home with me I see her man and he's looking angry I know ya nigga, yo ya girl choose me Don't make the scene in here get ugly But the nigga kept on talking so I stuck 'em And yo we nine a went outside so you can buck 'em And sho a nuff me and my niggas let 'em have it And I still took his lady home and stabbed it Chorus repeat 4x If ya want me, nigga come and get me (COME AND GET ME) Cause I gotta gang of guns and my niggas with me (AND MY NIGGAS WITH ME) Mia X repeat hook: We can tear this bitch up, how you won't do it how you won't bring it, nigga step to me We can tear this bitch up, how you won't do it, how you won't bring, nigga step to me, We can tear this bitch up, how u won't do it, how you won't bring it, nigga step to me now, what how u won't do it, what, how you won't do it Take it to the trunk, yeah nigga LET'S TAKE IT TO THE TRUNK Yeah nigga, take it to the trunk Yeah nigga, LET'S TAKE IT TO THE TRUNK Yeah nigga, take it to the trunk Yeah nigga, LET'S TAKE IT TO THE TRUNK Yeah nigga, take it to the trunk Yeah nigga, LET'S TAKE IT TO THE TRUNK Yeah nigga

The Nigga Of The Century

ICE CUBE "War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc"
[Ice Cube] Say you little son of a bitch what choo tryin' to be? when i'm big i wanna be a thug you wanna be a thug huh?! (yeah yeah) What choo know (about) a thug huh?! (yeah yeah) You wanna see the bad guy?! Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah) that's the bad guy! You need people like him can point cha fingas! Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?! You ready to die?! O - K A Y Where is that, you ready? Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy!!! oKay?-- I'm the nigga of the century --oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it c'mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?!-- I'm the nigga of the century -c'mon lets see how bad you are c'mon bad guy! C'MOAWNL!!!-- (verse one) {:41} We the worsest, all purpose You want murderers? well you Serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dust You heard us, don't shit make us nervous Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us Mention me, when you write it in your history As a nigger with the key to the mistery Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see Live how i got to live Give what i got to give Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative Hope to raise better kids The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me (verse two) {1:32} A nigga told me to keep hope alive Survive, and 95 'ill get you paradise So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook fries Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation Mama said get the facin' on them applications Didn't know back then, i was too young Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker What should i do in my life Reverend Price, do you got some advice Before i roll the dice A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain't all fun and games When you tryin' to get that money mang Gangbang, maintain or slang cane T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose Bitch i don't know the motherfuckin' rules! (for real) --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me (verse three) {2:36} Who am i when it's do or die You can see a man's sould thru the human eye Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i Acktin' wild as a jevenile Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial Wait-pow! these people ain't playin' now Got to bring 85 percent of the time now Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap See it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't know What i've been thru, the weather's presedential The warfare's mental, i sell my soul to the lord For the perfect instrumental And the number two pencil And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it! Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you! Dess no problem withs that! gawn'na fuck dat! June have a fuckin' heart attack It's over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW! It's no fuckin' secret Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!! It's over! that's it, die !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!-- (Ice Cube - 'Pushsin Weight' sample) {4:03} ~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit... Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...~

Land Of The Snakes

J. COLE "Born Sinner"
[Verse 1:] This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Lord, know some hoes from the past like "Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich" Well, should've asked It's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" shit I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch No more sleeping in my brother's room Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here? Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear This is flow here, this is no fair This is so pure, this is so clear This is one breath, this is no air Ain't no wedding and I do the most here I'm the President you the co-chair You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here Nigga I coast here That's why they got me set up on this West Coast here Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years Ran that shit like Diddy Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy [Hook:] Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my Sundays with a cherry on top Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop [Verse 2:] Now if you only had one wish is it devious? Cause you already know who your genie is Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis Like damn he turned out to be a genius Damn real shit nigga no Pixar You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are My kicks hard, my whip hard I came out the womb with my dick hard Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard Don't get exposed to these hoes, boy, knock it off I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off Damn now who more thorough than me? I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?" [Hook:] Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my Sundays with a cherry on top Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop [Verse 3:] This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit That's the least I owed her cause see I tried to hit On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it And I never called back, how thoughtfuless Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga On some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative nigga is to hit and never commit Now realizing when I hit she never forgets So every time I ignore the telephone call Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face, she was smirking Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, nigga You ain't worth shit, nigga" This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Quez

TRINIDAD JAMES "10 PC Mild"
[Intro:] Alright dirt, let's go (I'm too fucked up) I'm too fucked up [x4] [Hook:] I need a trippy bitch, I ain't with that cute shit [x4] I'm too fucked up (I'm too fucked up) [x8] [Verse 1: Trinidad James] My nigga what you need? My nigga what you smoke? My nigga what you drank? My nigga pour a fo' Nosebleed, nosebleed My nigga, what you snort? I took a hundred shrooms I need a hundred more I need a trippy bitch She fuck on Hennessy She got that Miley Cyrus White girl shaking Now watch her shake (bust) Now watch her shake (bust) Now watch her shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: Fabo of D4L] I'm still seeing spaceships on Bankhead, I'm too fucked up I need a trippy bitch, ratchet bitch The one that like the drugs She addicted to the club Ain't with the cute shit I'm looking for a hundred piece That's got the real freak in her blood I'm two fucked up, already doubled up Bands'll get her naked like a birthday Bougie, cute, gold digger Hold up, you got the wrong nigga in the first place I like to see her spread her legs in the two seater Wet and hot, runnin' like a meter Tellin' me, all she want me to do is beat it Got her leakin' by the litre So I eat her cause it's sweeter I need a real trippy bitch when I'm fucked up Ain't with that cute shit in my spaceship Gas blowin' on your way out Tell your homegirl to come in Cause your ass can't stay here [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Hell yeah I play with my nose, Got powder stains on designer clothes, I be rollin' off of them crystals, Got a nigga brain feelin' like a launch missile, God damn right, Off that thizzle, Bitch I'm ballin, blow my whistle, Smokin' on a Bobby Johnson, Got felatio at my concert, Knockin on them hoes tonsils [x2], Got my cock all up in her noggin, When I be shoppin', And she callin' callin' me daddy, Got road head up in that caddy, And she the driver And I can't explain nothin' But I know one thing it was fatal, I be higher than a motherfucker, Fucked up, turn down for what? I wanna fuck, she wanna fuck, So we hit the BP to grab a rum, Copped a Fiji and a box of magnums, Hit that bitch with that arm and hammer, Dope dick, stay focused, Need a trippy bitch... I got a 20oz, couple lines in it ... but sure I'm finished Heart beat sound like I'm playin' tennis Drinkin' Dr. Pepper, looking just like dentists Looking for a trippy bitch That cute shit I ain't with that Ratchet bitches getting turnt up Off a couple pills and a six pack [Hook] [Verse 4: Playa Fly] I'm too fucked up My crew fucked up My boo fucked up They rubbed me up too much That made me tough So now I'm too turnt up on O-Zs of OG burnt up I be in chronic city Player fly to funky town Codeine and prometh and tussin' Next there to wash 'em down Pop me a roxy, percocet Or a lower tab I'm on that molly, plus that Madonna I'm going mad ... til the diz-ay I diz-ie Set that shit back I'm crownin' They still live by the now, fly Need my bitches fire I need my bitches hiz-igh So high we gettin' sky Til they can't take no more now they fly They soakin' wet, never try And overflow of supply The truth they cannot deny And givin' only a try No ho, no owe me no lie Keep dummy promises from me The influence I'm under But I'm on top of this money Say, what's funny honey Don't see no laughing stock Not your Winnie The Pooh But do want into your honey pot Turn down the giggle box Turnt up her kiss my spot Gyrating and motivating on chemicals Recreating Woodstock I wish I would stop Like they say turn down for what? Before they turnt up, get crunk I come to get niggas buck And now they stuck with me And trill and buck with me I need a trippy bitch to come get fucked up with me [Outro:] Hold up, man Y'all just heard that shit? Man, y'all playin' Anyways man, where my homegirls? I don't have groupies I have homegirls All my homegirls bob your head with me one time Yeah

I'm Thuggin'

JAY ROCK "Follow Me Home"
[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' and these bitches love it Doing me, she doing me cause a nigga buzzin' Hundred killers, hundred goons they be tripping out It ain't nothing, push a button, then they whipping out Hood stars, pushing Regal's, that's a real car Flag you down, I'll hit you up, let me know who you are Mystery, two eleven sent you mystery Don't mention me, if them pigs in your facility Five star, general, felonies, criminals All inside my videos, street niggas, here yeah go Yeahhhh, yeah it's going down For my niggas in them bushes with them chopper rounds Hit the club turnt up and shut that bitch down Throwing chips in the air, like poker lounge Yeahhhh, whatchu know about it Ask my Momma and my homies yeah, they know I'm 'bout it [Hook: Jay Rock] Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' got these bitches buggin' Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' and they want my loving Bitch I'm thuggin', hugs and kisses got you bitches mugging Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' even when I'm clubbin' [Bridge 1: Jay Rock] L.A., (bitch I'm thuggin') To the Bay, (bitch I'm thuggin') Diego, (bitch I'm thuggin') Portland, O, (bitch I'm thuggin') Seattle, (bitch I'm thuggin') Minnesota, (bitch I'm thuggin') The Chi-Town, (bitch I'm thuggin') And my Boston crowd, (bitch I'm thuggin') [Verse 2: Jay Rock] In my projects hustling, watching niggas cooking Steady serving, informants looking We play it off, they play it off Them motha fuckas crooked, we just pay 'em off Put them chickens in your city, let 'em marinate Watch it bubble man, Christmas is my birthday I'm feelin' myself, I'm addicted to mirrors Got a thang for them thousands, I'm attracted to millions Bitch watch the ceiling, I'm sky high Connected around the world, call me WiFi We walk up, y'all drive-by He chalked up, gimme high-five Swear to God I'm on a money spree, come with me Show you how to make a couple dollars off a quarter ki Yeahhhh, it's going down For my niggas on the corners who be holding pounds [Hook] [Bridge 2: Jay Rock] A.Z., (bitch I'm thuggin') Detroit, (bitch I'm thuggin') St. Louis, (bitch I'm thuggin') Tennessee, (bitch I'm thuggin') H-Town, (bitch I'm thuggin') K.C., (bitch I'm thuggin') Hot Atlanta, (bitch I'm thuggin') Alabama, (bitch I'm thuggin') [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Dope shit, dope shit, fiends over dosing Get your dosage for the low Spend your dough up 'til you broke Shop, open twenty-four, powder bags, powder bags All over the floor, a lot of cash, lot of cash Bitch I need a four, now go and get my glass Fill it with Henne and Sprite, I gotta make a hundred racks tonight Feds tryna' expedite, that's a lot of pressure right Sike, niggas breaking even, you rookies don't stretch it right Scales all digital, triple beam, triple beam Visual, Big, Pac, whipping up a miracle See you clowns politicking, so I got them choppers in my Impala while I'm dipping like a primo, the Watts Nino Brown in my cup, nigga I don't give a fuck Like I'm castrated, I'm past faded Yeahhhh, yeah it's going down For my niggas on they hustle out there holding pounds Body builders with the great white (?) sharks Gotta light a dark, daylight or dark [Hook] [Bridge 3: Jay Rock] New York, (bitch I'm thuggin') Miami, (bitch I'm thuggin') Philly nigga, (bitch I'm thuggin') Virginia nigga, (bitch I'm thuggin') Baltimore, (bitch I'm thuggin') Louisiana, (bitch I'm thuggin') Cleveland, (bitch I'm thuggin') Denver, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Walk With Me

YOUNG BUCK "Straight Outta Ca$hville"
[Young Buck:] G-Unit!!! [Stat Quo:] GMM Nigga [Young Buck:] Shady/Aftermath In This Bitch...Ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo [Stat Quo:] Ya Understand Me Nigga? [Young Buck:] Aye Nigga, They Say We The New Kings Of The South [Stat Quo:] They Say That [Young Buck:] ATL To Cashville...DAMN! [Young Buck:] I've Been Patiently Waitin' To Blow But Still On The Block With The K And The Coke See The Mexican's Love Me, They Tell Me Keep On Doin It Homes They Never Seen A Nigga Go Get It And Bring It Back Home I Don't Want Out Of Them Zones, I Want The Whole Thing, G-Unit!!! We Done Started Our Own Game, We Ain't Playin' No Games Duck Tape 'Em And Take 'Em To The Hood Don't Get No Blood On My Leather And Wood Make It Look Good For The Block I Be Puttin In My Work, Handlin' My Business I Been On My Knees, Askin' My Homeboys Who Did This? So Fuck That!, That's Why I Bust Back Spit My Bars, Get Off Tour, Then Go And Cook Crack Look At Me Now Bitch, You Don't Know How Rich Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 Cent, Game Nigga, Or I'll Get Solute A Soldier When You See Me And I Ain't One Of Those Niggas Out Here Stuntin' For T.V. I Gotta Keep It Gangsta Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah) Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah) Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah) Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah) [Stat Quo:] Yeah, The Bigger The Cap, The Bigger The Peelin' Wont Stop Till He Busts His Kneel In, My Cats Conceilin' Bad Bitches I'm Drillin, He's Sittin On Millions Fuck What You Feelin, Violate My Space, Bare Witness The Killin' Stat'll Dog, For A Dollar Cuz He Known To Finish My Account Resembles Spandex, How They Stretch Faggots Play Like A Razor Step, When The Ak's And Teck's Show Up They So Quick To Hoe Up, But Hold Up When The Clamp Has Appeared They Show Up Sayin That Snitch Song Shit, You Lil' Puss Ass Bitch Beg Tanya Lita How She Get Ya Ass Whiped Why Hustle At All, When You Hustle Backwards Mo' Money I Get, Mo' Niggas Be Hatin' I Light Fire To Ya Ass, They Be Callin' Ya Satan GMM My Organization, My Obligation Is To Spit That Shit 'Cuz The Streets Is Waitin' , Yah [Young Buck:] Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah) Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah) Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah) Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah) [Young Buck:] I'm Showin' No Love To These Cowards, I Don't Give A Fuck Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit We'll Hit You Up Country As I Wanna Be, But Gangsta As They Come Loose Lips Sank Ships, Snitches Die Where I'm From Get Ya Gun Off Safety, If Ya Plan On Livin' Don't Make Me Cock It And Pop It, I'll Knock Your Head Off With It Yeah I've Said I've Did It, 'Cuz I Did, And I'm Doin It Done Came Too Far To Let You Bitch Niggas Ruin It [Stat Quo:] Yeah, Every Word I Utter, Is Simply Octaine I Keeps It Gunnin' And Ya Boy's The Boss May'ne The Main Thing, Keep The Main Thing, The Main Thing Stack Cheese, Grip Grain, Spit Hotter Than Hot Wing Niggas Claimin' They Hard, We Know You Square Try To Creep Gun's Like Ties, I Keep A Spare Save Them Games For The Arcade, Ain't No Scare And We Prepared For Problems, 'Cuz We Right Here (Yeah) [Young Buck:] Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah) Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah) Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah) Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah) [Young Buck & Stat Quo:] How Ya'll See's That? ATL Shorty Understand Me, Nigga....Cashville Bitch G-Unit!!!, Nigga GMM's My Muthafuckin Squad, Nigga Shady, Aftermath Nigga! They Be Cuttin' Them Mo' Fuckin Checks Now, I Ride Big Nigga, I Got My Thang Danglin Nigga And I Gotta Big Thang Out My Balls, Ya Understand Me Dre And Em'll Feel Ya Man, They Gotta Love Niggas

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