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KRIS KROSS lyrics - Young, Rich & Dangerous

Young, Rich And Dangerous

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[Mac Daddy] I was thirteen, first on the block, makin' niggas jock Cuz before me you never saw a shorty rock (rock) My life did a three-sixty Girls that didn't like me in class all of a sudden wanna fix me (Uhh) I went from wakin' up early catchin' a bus To wakin' up late sittin' in something more plush Now no longer am I in a class full of kids I got a one on one, thought I was a day at the crib Everyday was different I didn't quit (didn't quit) I got four twenty-S and didn't have a permit Now I was (Rich as I was rich) I had whatever would please me A Benz, half a million dollar house easy (And who loud) I got the top of the world, brauds makin' house calls Doin' things to me you would'nt believe, y'all Cuz I'm this, I'm that, I'm steady shaking the spot In the position where I can't be stopped (I'm) Young (Young), Rich (Rich), Dangerous (I hear voices sayin') The world is yours, nigga, get it now Get in the game, do yo' thing and don't stop until it's locked down Young (Young), Rich (Rich), Dangerous (I hear voices sayin') The world is yours, nigga, get it now Get in the game, do yo' thing and don't stop until it's locked down [Daddy Mac] (Well I'm) Sittin' on top of the world Goin' from coast to coast Plushed out pre-votes doin' more than most... Niggas do in their own lifetime See, since I was twelve a little shorty I've been gettin' mine Not halfway, almost there in between I'm talkin' 'bout this little nigga gettin' cream Fulfillin' dreams, makin' a name for myself Steady doin' things, learning the game gettin' wealth I went from sittin' in the front to riding in the rear (yeah) I got a five-bedroom yacht sittin' in Lake Le Neer That's where, me and my crew discuss Different ways for us to maintain in this game And keep on kickin' up dust Sold out shows, magazine covers (lock down) Makin' it easier for other little shorties to rock now It's like this (uh-huh), that's how it be (say what) You can't predict the future without mentioning me (Cuz I'm) Young (Young), Rich (Rich), Dangerous (I hear voices sayin') The world is yours, nigga, get it now Get in the game, do yo' thing and don't stop until it's locked down Young (Young), Rich (Rich), Dangerous (I hear voices sayin') The world is yours, nigga, get it now Get in the game, do yo' thing and don't stop until it's locked down [Daddy Mac & Mac Daddy] Now my first name is Chris...A.K.A....Lenny ...with plenty A millionaire before I reach the age of twenty I'm surround by a crew of niggas livin' the same Young (young) rich and dangerous and wear anything Earrings, rings, watches full of ice, hell-a-merchandise Hellicopter flights to little places called "Paradise" Where I'm srrounded by three or four women Poolside drinkin' them drinks with the umbrella in 'em I got the money and the power livin' it grand In this position I could hold the whole world in my hands Shot callin', big ballin', deal makin' I'm wanted For then they think this is nigga here I got it all in I'm just gettin' started and I'm deep like this Oh, I'm destined to be the next Berry Gordy of this business Cuz I'm this, I'm that, I'm steady shaking the spot In the position where I can't be stopped (I'm) [Big Rube] Young enough to make mistakes Exposed to all forms of good and bad, The choices of many are the right choices of few, Rich enough to make mistakes in a catastrophe It won't stop wit dollars. I'm known by millions, Rich with knowledge and that power is dangerous, That's where your fear starts, You tryin' to come froom your poacket instead of your heart. True youths come from within, The only rich man is the one who knows the true value of life and death, danger is present when countenance is absent. Let your mind be the key to unlocking the beauty in your heart and Godliness in your soul, Live in it or rest in it, I'm gone Young (Young), Rich (Rich), Dangerous (I hear voices sayin') The world is yours, nigga, get it now Get in the game, do yo' thing and don't stop until it's locked down Young (Young), Rich (Rich), Dangerous (I hear voices sayin') The world is yours, nigga, get it now Get in the game, do yo' thing and don't stop until it's locked down [Jail cell doors]

6 Million Ways To Bubble

Doja Clik "Speed Kills"
Man this is the E D C all up in this motherfucker Young Ren and Mr. P Trained ass D Yeah this shit is the smell This like a full scam plot Man (E D C) Me and my homies from the D C nigga Stompin through like this Why how the fuck can you figure That you can never fuck with us Cause we puttin' it down Shakin' it down I mean we breakin' it down Young Ren (Young Ren) Aw yeah well let me spit on a mental tip Quit bein' a bitch If you wanna be down with this Finally actin' Game lackin' Man I'm slappin' Quit playa jackin' off the Doja Clik tactics I'm out this Clap this alll you want But you won't rise You better realize I'm goin' to sabatoge It was never no surprise When I empty through the cats Bucked everybody Bitch shut the fuck up Rollled up to the hold up With my nine milimeter Don't erin what you got I got a full pack of heaters Call me a cheater Cause I'm fully equiped Out smarted by Young Ren Pee Body from the Doja Clik Me and that Doja shit Smokin' on that grip tonight (yeah) And all my niggas ready to rip the night Old school Gladis Nyple We ain't fuckin' with the clip Six fingers in the air Cause it's that eastside shit Yeah, you better flip no script Or write a new page Or have a gadge point to your craneum Cause actin' like you We fade em' Eighty-one shot Murder one with my block Think I got Will I get caught (??) Chorus x2 We bust shots at the cops The full scam plot Just you never get out Juck gettin' caught A lot a hustle And lots of jackin' Shit ain't change, we in this game Keepin' it real shakin' the lame Move get away on my mind Still holdin' on my nine But theres no withness droppin' dime So I'm kinda hard to find Got no blind Vision bury Try to pop me in a hurry Niggas turn scurry All because I wouldn't serve the No D or no weed Because his heart was full of greed Keep fuckin' with these g's And catch top of the line hittin' No heart beat Got you frozen from you head down to your feet You've been served by E-D-C Young Ren and Mr. Pee Body The man with all black shot Had to be my nigga Actin' like his name was Scott I shot him Did it long range as I got him Left him in the dungeon Razor one told me to ride it Can't stop him from bein' deal With multiple wounds to the head I guess how we feared Since we did him in and fled Off in the Chev Whole town turned bloody red We can't stop We took the full scam plot, huh Chorus x3 My homies from the D-C nigga...till fade

Loud Talkers

Doja Clik "Speed Kills"
Man this is the E D C all up in this motherfucker Young Ren and Mr. P Trained ass D Yeah this shit is the smell This like a full scam plot Man (E D C) Me and my homies from the D C nigga Stompin through like this Why how the fuck can you figure That you can never fuck with us Cause we puttin' it down Shakin' it down I mean we breakin' it down Young Ren (Young Ren) Aw yeah well let me spit on a mental tip Quit bein' a bitch If you wanna be down with this Finally actin' Game lackin' Man I'm slappin' Quit playa jackin' off the Doja Clik tactics I'm out this Clap this alll you want But you won't rise You better realize I'm goin' to sabatoge It was never no surprise When I empty through the cats Bucked everybody Bitch shut the fuck up Rollled up to the hold up With my nine milimeter Don't erin what you got I got a full pack of heaters Call me a cheater Cause I'm fully equiped Out smarted by Young Ren Pee Body from the Doja Clik Me and that Doja shit Smokin' on that grip tonight (yeah) And all my niggas ready to rip the night Old school Gladis Nyple We ain't fuckin' with the clip Six fingers in the air Cause it's that eastside shit Yeah, you better flip no script Or write a new page Or have a gadge point to your craneum Cause actin' like you We fade em' Eighty-one shot Murder one with my block Think I got Will I get caught (??) Chorus x2 We bust shots at the cops The full scam plot Just you never get out Juck gettin' caught A lot a hustle And lots of jackin' Shit ain't change, we in this game Keepin' it real shakin' the lame Move get away on my mind Still holdin' on my nine But theres no withness droppin' dime So I'm kinda hard to find Got no blind Vision bury Try to pop me in a hurry Niggas turn scurry All because I wouldn't serve the No D or no weed Because his heart was full of greed Keep fuckin' with these g's And catch top of the line hittin' No heart beat Got you frozen from you head down to your feet You've been served by E-D-C Young Ren and Mr. Pee Body The man with all black shot Had to be my nigga Actin' like his name was Scott I shot him Did it long range as I got him Left him in the dungeon Razor one told me to ride it Can't stop him from bein' deal With multiple wounds to the head I guess how we feared Since we did him in and fled Off in the Chev Whole town turned bloody red We can't stop We took the full scam plot, huh Chorus x3 My homies from the D-C nigga...till fade

Public Service Announcement

JAY-Z "The Black Album"
This is a public service announcement Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records 'Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection of history in the making during our generation.' [Jay-Z] Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number one supplier Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right Hov', OH - not D.O.C. But similar to them letters, 'No One Can Do it Better' I check cheddar like a food inspector My homey Strict told me, 'Dude finish your breakfast' So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this I shoot at you actors like movie directors {*laughing*} This ain't a movie dog (oh shit) 'Now before I finish, let me just say I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm GONE! And I don't care WHAT you think about me - but just remember, when it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you're gonna be able to say that these brothers lied to you JACK!' [Jay-Z] Ving ain't lie I done came through the block in everything that's fly I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex I never claimed to have wings on Nigga I get mine - by any means on whenever there's a drought Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me lyin as if, I am a different man And I could blame my environment but there ain't no reason why I be buyin expensive chains Hope you don't think youse as hardy Only a fews-us niggaz, gettin high within the game If you do then, how would you explain? I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins I got a hustler spirit, nigga period Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer No matter where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just as hot player Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God can judge me, so I'm gone Either love me, or leave me alone * Now, back to our regular scheduled program * -- 'Le Album Noir' - 'The Black Album' --

Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

Dr Dre "Dr. Dre 2001"
The Ghetto x8 Snoop Doggy Dogg: Wake up, jumped out my bed I'm in a two man cell with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me? I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck But that's the life of G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs Gettin' that rep as a young hog It ain't nothin' like the street life You better be strapped with your shank Cause ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots to handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time Chorus: We run game in the ghetto We gets high in the ghetto We gets shot in the ghetto You might get stuck in the ghetto Lil' Ghetto Boy Dr. Dre: Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money That I be makin' soon as I touch them streets Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? But it ain't no thang to me Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass O.G. The little homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do? Didn't know he had a twenty-two Straight sittin' behind his back I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I used to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (for what?) For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip Chorus Snoop Doggy Dogg: Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get with Some facts made our made Now you runnin' but I'm played Like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian Gamin'em for my homie No need in be uncalm, if you pack right And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight Late nights, I wonder what they get in for? Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for? Seven young G's put they serve down In a G ride, Eastside's where they swerve now Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent four years in the county With nothin' but convicts around me But now I'm back at the Pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip Chorus Lil' Ghetto Boy That's the life of a G, I guess The ghetto. x3 That's the life of a G That's the life of a G, I guess The ghetto. x3 That's the life of a G. The ghetto That's the life of a G, I guess The ghetto ¡¡

Slum Beautiful

OUTKAST "Stankonia"
(feat. Cee-Lo Goodie) [Hook] Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing [Andre 3000] They don't know, but I do though Baby my darling you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree Where I had to give your mama call And thank her for spending time with your daddy For all its worth, girl what's your frequency And can I come there frequently [Hook] [Big Boi] What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer Ounce of killa dilla, be making my game more flagrant And once I done had some Cuervo 'bout six shots I'm nothin to play wit Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies Maybe Lady Luscious oba kaybee so they say thee An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like Tony Mercedes And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill cause it's banging And I like then redhot Fila straight from Walters off the chain Fuck them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you 'Cause you push a big black Buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues Slum beautiful you's the would to me, shawty I dig ya And I'm loving the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure You my nigga, nigga [Hook] [Cee-Lo Goodie] Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you You're looking deliciously divine darling you really and truly do The very thought of has got me running at the speed of love Exploring everything about you from the ground to the God above Suddenly I started dreaming, traveling in time so fast I could almost taste outer space I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too Hello, I'm the man that God made you for Profound don't think, okay let's put this poetry in motion I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion [Hook] [Andre 3000] I don't know but, it seem like uh, your daddy must have gave you A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed Or was it a pack of Now & Laters cause you're the sweetest thing on my head And I'd like to say that I'd love to make love to every molecule of you And if you want to spontaneously combust that's what we'll do in unison

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