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REDMAN lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside

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[basically] (24X) Whoo, hahh... ohhahh, wooooh Aww shit!! Hey dudes my interludes more fatter than most niggaz LP's So don't sell me to stale cheese I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama puffin on ganja, sippin on a, Cherry Bianca My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy kick more bars than the penile G And let my nine clap loudly Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka!! What am I do to ya It's somethin new to ya Like screwin ya, all over my studi-ah Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips B...otch, unloosen my belt thinkin to grab the crotch But before you do move my glock before it shoot my cock And see basically them trick bitches get no dap (word) And see basically Redman album is no joke (word) And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (word) Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (word) I drop a punchline at lunchtime cause I'm a Close Encounter of the None Kind with dumb rhymes I battle allay'all at one time So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary in your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with, huh And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you Why you be acting all fly when your monkey-ass work at fast food And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum artist always use the underground to make a comeback Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that rap That don't give a fuck about the radio plus the next bitch at that And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots and black skelly hats And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs Think about it Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself Yeah Ahhh Huh

9.24.13

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips 2"
[Action Bronson:] Uh Waxy Smoking that Barbara Walters wax Same fucking outfit twenty days in a row I don't give a shit [Verse 1: Action Bronson] You only came around 'cause you thought I had some money for you You got it fucked up That's for the kids And If there's anything left I'll cop a crib And If there's anything left after that I'll cop a six How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates? First course was from the Finger Lakes Last course cinnamon ginger cake She gave me head during the Laker game I got her tatted, trying to erase her name No, I caught her cheating, her pussy didn't feel the same She was probably with one of the Broncos Or LeBron so I blew her car up Soon as she try to start it up, nah I can't talk about that though... Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd Stashed under the sole of the sneaker [laughs] Fuck Fuck man Stashed under the sole of the sneaker Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd Uh [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Hit him with stacks Showed him the gat like 'you gonna miss the finger roll right' Fuck I Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the gat like 'you gonna miss the finger roll right' Yes Mr. Baklava Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car [Action Bronson:] [Trails into laughter] Shit! It's too crazy right? Yo It's just fucking nuts We just talking crazy at this point [Verse 3: Action Bronson] I told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?’ Yes, Mr. Baklava Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car Now I’m, sliding Ma, your boy has made it, no more Crying The facial reminiscent of a lion Fuck around I’ll send you back to zion And I ain't even trying Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks I remember back when they wouldn’t spend a stack on my rap Now they want to wipe my ass in the crack after I shat And I just had corn beef hash Ew... [Verse 4: Big Body Bes] Yeah It's me Motherfucking Big Body I'm back for the fucking sequel, man You know I had come and to spice this shit the fuck up Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself I'm over here fucking wiling A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now Motherfuckers done came up Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made You know what time it motherfucking is So my lifestyle done changed a little bit All types of shit The motherfucking crib is renovated, man All types of fly shit I got the new fucking marble floor, man That shit is imported We just flew that shit in from Connecticut Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit But you know me, man Same motherfucking body I'm out here wiling like I never changed man This the same motherfucker you know me, man '98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver It's me man The last car on the fucking A train man I fucking live this shit Done came up Pockets was always swole Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man Fill them up like the fucking gas tank God, man Psssht Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man, Action Bronson, man We out here, man We motherfucking out here, man Not enough to say, man But a motherfucking few more things that's what to say Shit is fucking crazy, man I'm out here smoking good, man Fucking pocket, fucking stupid, fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the Heights All of that, 172, 174 Wiling You already know, man Nah, I don't even want a motherfucking ounce, B Give me motherfucking 40 dimes That's how I want it In a brown fucking bag Yeah, tato Papi, that's how we doing it, big fucking style, man And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm That's how I do it, man Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill I'm out here wiling man My name Big Fucking Body Shouts to motherfucking Albania Shouts to East New York Shouts to Lindenwood Shouts to motherfucking Flushing Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man All fucking day I'm out here wiling, man Eagles up

Buck 'Em

Snoop Doggy Dog "No Limit Top Dogg"
(Fuck 'em) [Snoop Dogg] Damn this shit sound low then motherfucker in my earphones. Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga. As soon as the bass hits your dome Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome And gets in your system Shootin off rhymes like a pistol Fuckin your click off with this blow This hoe, that hoe make me rich Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach I'm back in the game gettin my dough And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so Do it to em be young Cause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we um We shakin em off, breakin em off Shot him in his face and now they takin him off Here's a shoutout to those with quad out Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out I'm not out to diss but to get my chips And smash, pass with cash And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth For real nigga did you hear me, ya heard You ran up and got served, ha ha Now ain't that a trip (what what) You need to get up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it [Snoop Dogg] Fuck em, the scene is set (set) And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet I walk em all in the street Fuck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet Fuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em down Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style Fuck em, it's bout to get shitty now Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch Fuck em, boy we on a rampage Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang Slammin doors, slappin hoes Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows If you ain't got the papers I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors Biach, don't even trip You need to raise up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it (Fuck 'em)

Jump Da Fuck Up

SLIPKNOT
Jumpdafuckup! Muthafucka you don't understand All my hate! Muthafucka you don't understand All my rage! Muthafucka you don't understand All my pain! Muthafucka you don't understand... You seem to sever all my frequencies I'm tethered to your energies And everything turns inside out I can't be killed but I'm not too proud Maybe you would like to peek through the curtain At the same mistake you know you always make But...all I really want to know is Are you gonna lay the fuck back down Or jump da fuck up? Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit I'm full of hate, don't fuck with me Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit Open up your eyes and fucking see We got the tribe against society We got to fight the real enemy Get da fuck up, stand da fuck up back da fuck up! All this is making things a bit insane And I don't care who stares or stays The only thing that matters is Will you reach out if you can't resist? Maybe you don't give a shit for the rest of us But if you do, the time is now, if it ever was If you're gonna fight, whatcha gonna do? Jump da fuck up! Muthafucka you don't understand All my hate! Muthafucka you don't understand All my rage! Muthafucka you don't understand All my pain! Muthafucka you don't understand... How dare you single out my honesty Compare me to your travesties I only want to see you fight The darkness you wanna live your life by And if you're gonna quit I don't give a shit What the fuck, I'm a Mack truck Are you gonna give up like a bitch Or jump da fuck up? Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit I'm full of hate, don't fuck with me Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit Open up your eyes and fucking see We got the tribe against society We got to fight the real enemy Get da fuck you, stand da fuck up Muthafuckaaaaaaaa I'm a self-destructive piece of shit Smear me in I don't owe you a goddamn thing This life has never had the swing I don't wanna be immortal or legend or anything Cause the longer I'm alive, the better off you'll be Get ready for epitome, come on and pity me... Will you kill me if I say please? I'm the same old reasons not to try What the hell Beat to death with a shovel and a new smell Come and get me, mom would never let me do it I'm ruined, I don't want anything from you Cause I've got nothing left to prove, c'mon My time, everything feels fine, goodbye Killing from the inside

Clap Back

JA RULE "Blood In My Eye"
[Intro - Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah yeah ya know It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! Blackchild what up!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real shit we talking I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! [Chorus - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers Let's make no mistakes, resents take place What's the procedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your bitches Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick I can't handle it, lower their manners To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Soddom I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem What's the procedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions And God gave me his blessings to handle my business All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come What's the procedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker [Benzino] You know [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man

Freedom

JURASSIC 5 "Power In Numbers"
[Chorus] **Hold on to this feelin', Freedom (Freedom!)** [2X] [Chali 2na] Yo, Seldom travel by the multitude The devil's gavel has a cup of food My culture's screwed cause this word is misconstrued Small countries exempt from food cause leader have different views You choose [Akil] What meen the world to me is bein' free Live and let live and just let it be (Let it be) Love peace and harmony, one universal family One God, one aim and one destiny [Marc 7] Are we there Imagine life without a choice at all Given no hope without a voice at all These be the problems that we face I'm talkin' poverty in race But no matter what the case we gotta... [Chorus] [Soup] Yo, I'm the first candidate to hate Had to beat on the drum to communicate For what was to come to those who were hung They would decapitate the tongue if you would mention the word (Freedom) [Chali 2na] Got people screamin' free Umi and Jamal But two out of three of ya'll will probably be at the mall I'm heated wit ya'll, been defeated before And complete an unsolved when the word freedom's involved [Akil] Yo, my forefathers hung in trees to be free (Rest in peace) Got rid of slavery but kept the penitentiary And now freedom got a shotgun and shells wit cha name Release the hot ones and let freedom ring [Soup] I'm the former vote prisoner Hollywood visitor Dance for cats segregated on wax My color got me HANDY- -CAP Anson andy For the freedom they just won't hand me [Chorus] [Marc 7 (2X)] **Hold On** Cause there's not a lot of time **To** Your heart, body, soul and your mind **This** They're so true and they been hurtin' so long **Feelin'** Thats the reason why we named this song **Freedom**

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