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Little T lyrics


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Hello? Nah nah, she don't live here man I thought I told you Yo, I think you need to step of aight! moved into my apartment At the university The only who lives here is me So why should the phone ring all day long I've got no friends except Mike And he's gone for the summer And I just want some peace and quiet Come to my room and it's a telephone riot Ring-a-ling-a-ling Every time I take a step Can't sleep, can't eat, can't breathe, can't get Any of my work done Cause people keep callin' with the same damn question (Hello, is Shanqiua there?) Nah, Shaniqua moved out last year I think you have the wrong number This is Little T (You mean Shaniqua's brother?) Man, can't you just leave me alone? This ain't Shaniqua's house, this ain't her phone And don't call back again cuz if you do, you know the answer, man Chorus: Shaniqua don't live here no mo Shaniqua don't live here no mo Shaniqua don't live here no mo (Is Shaniqua there) Hell no Shaniqua don't live here no mo Shaniqua don't live here no mo Shaniqua don't live here no mo (Is Shaniqua there) Hell no I wonder who Shaniqua is What she does and where she lives Is she a pothead with too many zits? a movie star with inflatable tits? Does she take the train Or drive in the car? Work at the office Or down at the bar? How the hell should I know? She could be albino for all I care (Hello, is Shaniqua there?) Yes she is, but she can't talk right now She's busy milkin' a purple cow And talkin to the Easter Bunny (Man, you think you're funny) Shut up, Beavis I've told you six times befo' Shaniqua don't live here no mo Chorus I checked my machine on Friday There were twenty-two messages Man, I can't win at this One said: (This is for the kid livin' with Shanqiua) (You want that trick, you can keep her) Will this ever cease? So I can get some sleep Shanqiua moved out Leave your message at the beep (beep) One Track Mike: (Yo, Shaniqua) (I love you) (Call me) Chorus + 1/2

Feel Like An Enemy

Genius "Beneath the Surface"
[Hell Razah] Yeah, yeah yo I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system We complete like the solar system Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks Everyday be a court date recorded on tape Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy Chorus [Hell Razah] AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy) AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me) [Killah Priest] I heard the sweet words from sour tongues Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear Shots were fired in the darkest moments Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit Sacreligious, days of atonement Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs Drunk a cup of blood We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin [Trigga] Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality You could stop to see profiles of me Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree Complete the formation, salute the salvation A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation Artist in occupation together maintainin Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin This generation, a misleading calculation No elevation, time wastin and live chasin [Prodigal Sun] A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo (Let's mark that ass nigga) Chorus 3x

Hell 4 A Hustler

2PAC "Still I Rise"
[2Pac] Get on yo' knees nigga Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X* Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough What you thought? War is war, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here [Young Noble] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son Dyin luck none supply us with much guns I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler Chorus [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I've learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler Chorus [2Pac] This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, Outlaw Yes (change my ways) yes The Black Jesuz guide us through this Weary weary weary weary Only God can save us Nuttin but boss players Outlawz and thugs

A Buncha Niggas

featuring Biggie Smalls, Busta Rhymes, Guru, Rob-O, Third Eye Intro/Chorus: Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X) I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone Chorus [Third Eye] The Group Home's down yo, flippin with West and me Charge a gap quick kid, best believe it G Oh, I like to flip the script and have a track record Wreckin it swift, I'm tellin ya to heck with tell to get with the crazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken monkey style back alley freaky ass to gas technique So peak, it's about to get deep, we just kick your Third Eye right open don't let your eyeball sleep The next step is the check, let's tell theses niggas whassup Cause we get freaky G, no you can't get with me Save yourself the trouble step back black, and don't even bother Word to Shop and Swift they get called in like I'm your father Chorus [Guru] Aiyyo, it's time for me to flow and get down with this I'm pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to this I gotta known rep, so son you better slide out Cause when I'm flippin, I'll be rippin your pride out So called gangsters play roles like in the movies Oughta save that, they're way bad, you could never do me I'm real as they come, I'll beat ya numb with my vocal tones Words hit like aluminum bats to your dome No charges against me cause I'm jumpin the law man A-men, punks should cancel their plans As the invincible principle Gang, is gettin bigger Sayin peace to the Heavster rollin with a buncha niggas Chorus [Biggie Smalls/Notorious B.I.G.] I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer I'ma, head peeler, girl stealer Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, HUHHHHHH! When I hit you with the blow of death I leave nothin left I cook you up so quick they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef My burner's in my left, I'm not the type to fight I'm blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite So call nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun The gat to your back, I'm smokin everyone Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the trigger Who's in the house? HUHHHHHH! A buncha niggas! Chorus [Rob-O] Like yo, beg your pardon, whoa when I put one to the head nuff funk shit startin Fine, so I headline for the public Get mine for my rap subjects Packed with potential, wisdom versatile elements to quench your sense, I get down so feel the mental Rhyme pro I'm Rob-O, the super spectacular Brown skinned junior from Africa Blowin up so it's, possible to freak See the highlight, in fly writing, don't give a [fuck] I split when it's through then it's get with the Guinness brew and give a shoutout to my Uptown crew and still I'm wreckin Chorus [Heavy D] Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man again gain Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends It's the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy And I got plenty honies there's no need for no sex toy Free me, slavery, let me go oh no no no No longer will you treat my beautiful sisters like they're filthy hoes Never ran from static men to crew get dramatic And I get crazy respect from crazy crews with automatics Now push could come to shove because they love the way I flip a skip And that's what keeps me kinda popular with all the honeydaps So look at me now, and tell me who is bigger? When I'm on the block I'm with my flock and I'm rollin with a buncha niggas Chorus [Busta Rhymes] Well HELLO HI! HELLO HELLO! How ya doin?! HI! Hello hi HEY, how ya doin?! Voltronic! Busta Rhymes comin with the mad ultrasonic Esophagus to rock it, wreckin niggas need to stop it You get your style busted that's just what they get for comin You want some?! Yes I know you want some of the TALENT! But you can juice up, and em-otionally get wicked to stick it, in your inner groove watch a nigga kick it Ohh hah! Yo Bee, Busta Rhymes be my niggan, never muggin, only lovin and huggin my niggas, as we get bigger we come diesel as masculine figures, L.O.N.S. we gettin thicker with a buncha niggas! YESS! Chorus 2X

Hell Of A Life

KANYE WEST "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy"
I think I just fell in love with a porn star Turn the camera on, she a born star Turn the corners in a foreign car Call the coroners do the CPR She gave that old nigga a ulcer Her bitter sweet taste made his gold teeth fake, uh Make her knees shake, make a priest faint, uh Make a nun cum, make her cremate, uh Move downtown, cop a sweet space, uh Livin' life like we won the sweepstakes, what! We headin' to hell for heaven's sake, Huh! Well I'mma levitate, make the devil wait, Yeah! [Chorus] Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life Never in your wildest dreams, never in your wildest dreams In your wildest You could hear the loudest screams, comin' from inside the screen You a wild bitch Tell me what I gotta do to be that guy Said her price go down, she ever fuck a black guy Or do anal, or do a gangbang It's kinda crazy that's all considered the same thing Well I guess alotta niggas do gang bang And if we run trains, we all in the same gang Runaway slaves all on a chain gang Bang bang bang bang bang [Chorus] Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life One day I'm gon' marry a porn star We'll have a big ass crib and a long yard We'll have a mansion and some fly maids Nothin' to hide, we both screwed the bride's maid She wanna role play, 'til I roll over I'mma need a whole day, at least rolled doja What party is we goin' to on Oscar day 'Specially if she can't get that dress from Oscar de La Renta, they wouldn't rent her they couldn't take the shame Snatched the dress off her back and told her, "Get away." How could you say they live they life wrong? When you never fuck with the lights on [Chorus] Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life [Outro] I think I fell in love with a porn star And got married in a bathroom Honeymoon on the dance floor And got divorced by the end of the night That's one hell of a life

One Big Mob

I am you are me Good woman said you gotta believe Submerge into the urge of we Deliciously the mystery CHORUS: One big mob aw yea aw yea One big mob aw yea aw yea Ek bara mala aw yea aw yea Ek bara mala aw yea aw yea Ooze into into my noodle East or west shepherd or poodle Ladybug pinetree To mingle with the bumblebee A lover to the sun And a brother to the cool breeze CHORUS Scrawled upon the wall Of a bathroom stall A stranger wrote a note That spoke to all One two buckle my shoe Take care of me 'Cause I might be you CHORUS We live in the city We live in the jungle It's time to be drinking A thimble humble Everything you ever see Is never more than you and me Give it on in to the beauty of the MYSTERY One big mob in one big home A broken home I'd like to share some air with you Some air with you A morning forest full of truths The green is blue The head that's getting pregnant lives To give and give What was I thinking in my head The color red Breaking hearts instead of bread Something I said Checkmated by frustration... ...Need to be cut loose A different kind of being lost ...A sullen cost Picaboo street in Timbuktu Do I need repeat That a boy named Sue Rockin' to the beat Of the kangaroo Let me kiss your feet And your forehead too

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