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[Intro:] Show me what your name is Let me spell it with my tongue Do that shit on incursive bet I, bet I make you cum My sex game is like Novocain, bet I leave it numb Bet I make you cum, bet I, bet I make you cum [Verse 1:] Oh, she said I keep her warm in the winter, winter And take away her lonely nights Just hold on, baby, sit back and enjoy the ride I don't need you to say a word at all I just want to hear you scream I'm a make it worth it all [Pre-Chorus:] She know I'm going in, but she try to hold it in She knows she's about to go off, off, off She knows she's soaking wet, she's dripping in my bed She's about to go crazy, yeah, yeah! [Chorus:] Have her screaming out the vowels like A A A A A E O U Have her screaming out the vowels like A A A A A E O U Uh, uh, uh watch when I put this grown man on you! You gonna be like, baby And you're going so deep! [Verse 2:] But I'm a go deeper! I'll be killing that shit Girl, I got that ether, That ether, have you speaking in tongues like a preacher, amen Girl I hope you're ready I'm bout to go in If you can't take it all, then say when I'm a find her spot, I don't say, Shawty try to hold it back, but she [Pre-Chorus:] She know I'm going in, but she try to hold it in She knows she's about to go off, off, off She knows she's soaking wet, she's dripping in my bed She's about to go crazy, yeah, yeah! [Chorus: x2] Have her screaming out the vowels like A A A A A E O U Have her screaming out the vowels like A A A A A E O U [Outro:] Show me what your name is Let me spell it with my tongue Do that shit on incursive bet I, bet I make you cum My sex game is like Novocain, bet I leave it numb Bet I make you cum, bet I, bet I make you cum

The Faster Blade

(feat. Raekwon) [Raekwon:] (Yaknowhatimsayin' You on the corners and shit. Ya know Just gotta be on something. Hands down shit. YaknowhatImean Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all times while we rhyme and shine. For my dedicated niggas who love this shit. Doin' this like this. Word up. What's the phenomenon Carry on Don. Tranquilizin'.) [Verse One: Raekwon] Ay yo, movin' on these niggas like they old soul, bro You know how we go, we go shift 'em out like Paleco Fine, proteges off top connectin' like a buildin' Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront Slow motion in cunt, takin' what we want You know a kid asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic You like your fish fried or battered, that day he ratted Check out the movies from Guyana, just eatin' in Atlanta Makin' some pirate moves out of Savannah Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry Arabics movin' blow like aerobics That's when his nose itch, yeah That means it's all in effect I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha Island Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger Continue to slam and mend you like a venue Get all up in you, oh yeah your friend too, respect Wu Yeah, keep the faggot niggas watery Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me, shorty pussy extorted me So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors Cindafella found him a Wally slipper Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Tim state robber All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit Get on some foul and proud shit Cheatin' many Koreans bein' all that I can be an' Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein' Light up a tree an' Don't be breezin' like a blowdryer Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer Yo, but buryin' niggas is carryin' Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion All my Spanish niggas love us We movin' like rush ya, bone crush ya At the flick, stick to usher Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade in the street Masquerade Faster Blade

Yes You May

Lord Finesse "Return of The Funky Man"
[Lord Finesse] Aw yeah, coming is my man Andre the Giant in the house, you know what I'm saying? I got my man Rhyme Inspector Percee P in the house. We gonna set this off for the 90's, you know what I'm saying? [Percee P] We repping Queensville and Forrest in the house. [Lord Finesse] Let Precee get his props, let him get his props. [Percee P] Like sulfuric acid I'm lethal, soon as my words reach you They eat through brains of those that chose to speak to A wiser and smoother, keep up or I lose you When I manuver words when I'm heard I confuse you, bruise you I'm high potent, devoting much time into one rhyme Every line of mine is worth quoting I'm like a college dorm, people will swarm For knowledge, applicants chill out and fill out a form I know I'm the best MC, no one can mess with me I'm a recepie, diss the P and you're history Percee P's the man to praise For day's after a phrase is said I'll leave your head phased No one can surpass the P, get on before or after me That can be a catastrophe Brains I kill, when I build With my skill, in my field cause I'm ideal Foes I decompose from nose to toes I will dispose of all of those that chose to go to my shows You gotta hand it to me, you know I'm uno assumo Doing Judo, couldn't do no damage to me I stayed up later made up a rhyme straight up after I ate up yours Sprayed up yours, cause get laid up Thinking I'm a make it big, you rap fans know it Prepare for stale rap, and you snap your Kodak Diss me, the P? That'll be suicide You no frills with no skills, I'll just put you aside Rappers are skinned in battles and winning them from within them Befriend them, before I beat them I greet them then eat them, then send them A ?court hide?, my lyrics coincide And dwell all through your brain cells as soon as they go inside The Giant, you got something to say? [A.G.] Can I kick it? (Yes, you may) Pass the mic, and watch how I rock the show Suckers try to diss, now they got to go I got so much talent I get hype when I write and I might even get violent I see and dismantle You might be nice with the mic, but are you nice with your hands, too? And I hope you're not lacking Cause you'll be missing in action if you ain't been practicing If you seem to get a victory and it's legit, shit Then I'll admit you can get with me I never quit, cause it's never none of that Get the best rhyme and Tec-9 and I'm coming back What, you think I'm joking? The last nigga I broke quit rapping and started smoking This was seen from a close fan One crawl, some fall, none stall, not all but most ran You should have seen them running The tune I was humming is A.G. is Coming Get your best MC's that have heart to fight Finesse, A.G., and Percee P is gonna spark the mic All girls leave convinced I'm not a giant in hight, on the strength, I'm a giant in length Cuties with booties I know how to pick 'em (But do you stick 'em?) Ask your girl, she became another victim Now you're heated because I'm dissing Go ahead and get your ammunition cause I'm already on a mission But don't approach with that wack plan I'm one strong black man, mentally I'm a fat man I get heated til I boil Competition I heard to spoil, leave them under dirt and soil A mastermind when it comes to a puchline Anybody wants mine? That's when it's lunch time So Finesse you got something to say? [Lord Finesse] Can I kick it? (Yes, you may) I reign terror, fall off never (So how you gonna do this?) Ayo, whatever I prepared, equipped, and I'm here to flip Me take a loss? I'm not trying to hear that shit Neither me or the brothers that I run with So grab a seat and shut up with that dumb shit It's showtime, so it's time to get hype now Wack MC's leave the stage, put the mic down Just like that now, riff you get smacked now You know what I know? You take your ass to the background MC's I eat up, chew up, mash up Get out of hand and I'll fuck your damn ass up Come prepared, don't front and get scared I grab the mic, go One two and say Yeah I rock any track that's thrown me A classic, a breakbeat, or even R B Whether a variety, or even one group Any MC against me, now that's a dumb move As I proceed to flip, I'm a succeed with this A brother beat me? No one would believe that shit So don't play me, stress me, or stand hard Never send a pussy out to do a man's job This is my game, I play the cards here I bust a rapper's ass plus I send him home with car fare I flow like a faucet, kick the crazy raw shit I beat a rapper from the party to his doorstep Straight up and down you don't want no conflict Smoother than a pimp, rougher than a convict Save the riff cause you ain't saying shit Go against this, you get smoked like a spliff I drop hits and watch my competitors flip To them it's dope, to me it's just regular shit That I dropped on the scene cause I knew it would boom I get in a rapper's ass like a tight pair of Fruit of the Looms They try to hang, but all of them struck out What they need to do is retire and chill the fuck out Cause I get fancy, funky, plus nasty I'll be damned to let a motherfucker pass me With my style of hip-hop, won't fall or flip flop Here to get props cause my shit's hot So when you see me don't hog me or crowd me Lord Finesse saying peace, I'm Audi [A.G.] Yeah yeah, word up. We just getting fat for '91. A.G., Lord Finesse, Percee P. Percee P is the new member, the new member down with the crew. [Lord Finesse] Yeah, Diggin in the Crates and all that, all that. [AG] All that, all that, Diggin in the Crates, Finesse Squad [LF] Peace to Showbiz, Diamond D [AG] All that, all that [LF] Fat Gangsta, Harry-O and the ABC Crew [AG] Don't forget GangStarr [LF] Don't forget GangStarr! My man Shel Rumble...


REDMAN "Dare Iz A Darkside"
Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts If you need to get high, there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's fucked up And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black ass goodbye!! I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches Woo! I just don't give a FUCK I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia Travel around my curse universe I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus Noorotic, my style format rocks the project I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually They got factories with little dolls named after me But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin Newark New Jersey's what I represent Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers Hold hold hold, wait wait wait Let me school this bitch Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this *sounds of sex* And come back on the mic I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack Cause I'm nasty like that

Wizard Of The Hood

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "Carnival Of Carnage"
One time, the ICP with this shit For you and your boys to say fuck yeah to Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed-out on his mother's bed With seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo In my dope house, hear comes a tornado Huh, I can't run no where Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!) And don't laugh just yet And it blindin' my motherfucking eyes bet And here comes a three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping Oh my, look at the witch You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch And they saying that I'm doomed Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway Interlude (contains samples from Wizard of Oz and Ghetto Zone ) Well, go on motherfucker! Now I'm roaming just like basshead Everybody know just where the alley led And don't say you don't know Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow I ain't playing this bullshit no more So I whip out the nickel plated the double-four Best tell my ass how to get back Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head You wanna see the wizard? Fuck yeah, I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you You know the wiz Yeah, i used to roll for him Then he gave me on a 'gene Now I gotta bullet for him So me and the crow was walking on bricks Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land Just what you thought, there go the tin man How to get to the wizard? What the fuck I ain't saying shit until you oil me up I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull Huh, just like the book said Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto Somewhere over the rainbow (Shut the) fuck up, bitch ***GUNSHOTS*** Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch So pick your skank ass up And you and Toto get the fuck on Yeah, we've come a long way Droppin'motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray And I'm a wonder land story book tourist Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest Anything could be out there Lions, tigers, maybe a bear Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my (3x) I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye Don't fuck with me at a time like this I'll send out a bullet guarenteed won't miss So I just move and the hooks are flying You've come and buck with the fucking lion I want rings, chains, any kind of gold Or what? Or I'm a let this nine unfold Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray There you can rob motherfuckers any day Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah) So finally we was at the castle And with the guards, we got no hastle They all just got the fuck out our way I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J Interlude Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J I wanna word with him at gun point Cuz there's no place like Detroit Welcome to the wizards kingdom The Wizard of the Ghetto as you say Welcome to the wizards kingdom Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain Then I stepped back cool and calm Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs Everybody know about car jacking So me and the fellas went home macking Jumped in a smooth-ass ride Drop top Geo says Wiz on the side Gripped it back to the hood where we came from And that shit was fun Next thing I knew I was back at the party Got up and was finning to tell everybody But I just let it pass Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass

Bad Boy For Life

P. DIDDY "The Saga Continues"
(feat. Black Rob, Mark Curry) [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, you ready Let's do it [music starts] Mmm, yeah, uhh.. Yeah, uhh.. c'mon I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what change but the name We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!) Who's the boss Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me (who else) And if you don't feel me that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, 'The Saga Continues...' [Chorus] We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life [Black Rob] Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened) They run around actin like the black don't care eat And you know what (what) For some strange reason (uhh) I want this medication full of deranged eatin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin Then fall (what) we kinda hustle lanes Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin no more names You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters [screeching] (yeah) On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL's or (yeah) Source's (c'mon) bitch [Chorus] [Mark Curry] Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps that flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow That's fo' sho', bottles that pop Joints that rock, play the background Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know ya shit) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin) It's on like that (c'mon), don't believe, we ain't goin like that For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh) Every (what) motherfuckers here! [Chorus - 2X] [P. Diddy over Chorus] Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh Cause it's Bad Boy for life!

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