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REDMAN lyrics - Malpractice

Diggy Doc

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It's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all, pumpin it yes y'all D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP Engineerin the cut is E Double E Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all! .. Yo, yo yo, when I hear a 'BASS' This goes out to my niggaz and y'all bitches The Benzes, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin Doc stompin ground, Brick City hound WHAT Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now WHAT I'm walkin barefooted over loads of hot coal Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed When it goes, Flex don't have to drop the bomb on it I keep my speech, +Bleek+, and my right mind on it So when it's time, I'm heard in the streets My mammal animal skin, excitin all the birds in your Jeep I'm crazy nigga, when I was young I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter Ran into Bebe's Kids in a baby pickup Shot up Toys R Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga! This is +Def+ poetry far beyond my control Fuck your teflon, be body-armed like the toll Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey I puff so much of that green I BLEED guacemole It's like Shaq and Kobe, I be for four quarters Callin veternarians to get the doggs off ya 'Animals Attack - Part Four,' people starin I'm not the type of Focker that'll go and meet your parents I'm outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin I'm hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggaz sick of eatin It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better I got a chick with no-ass-a'tall I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back YO, GIMME THAT RAP GAME, WE'LL TAKE CHARGE OF THAT

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)

Get The Hell On With That

FAT JOE "Jealous Ones Still Envy"
[Fat Joe] Whoa, whoa, whoa All you frontin-ass niggaz Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha! Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what) Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what) Yo, yo, yo, yo Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there Now what it be like You confused man, that shit don't even seem right How you cats on your album only three mics Like 'Pac shit is funny to me All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone Love my A-T-L bitches, pay my bail bitches Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches Down-ass hoes that'll grind that dough Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp It's the F-A-T, to the, J-O-E Drink Cris' with the Feds when they come for me No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh Are you serious [Chorus: Fat Joe] If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris' Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's clothes New sass weave and fucked up toes Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what [Armageddon] Now all my ladies put your hands up Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then you's a hoe And no I'm not the one that don't drop the notes I only ice the beef and rock the coat Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat So get the hell on with that, don't you even feel it Get the hell on with that, I'm aight I'm chillin Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough Should've charged me at the door, I woulda let you know Coulda saved you a mouth full of head y mo' Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo' But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it See me in the video like, Bitch is suckin dick! [Chorus: Fat Joe] You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what [Ludacris] Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin 'em luck Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked and you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us are headed East - bound, trouble in West other than South Cover your chest, they cover your mouth I'm goin deep - down Dirty indeed, birdies in need Thirty degrees and you heard it from me but I'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun They scatter and run but I'm handlin and havin some fun They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted and folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH [Chorus: Fat Joe] Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the type But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear life Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam We did time in what joint I don't know you man! Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what [Fat Joe] Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that Yeah, Charlie Rock L.D., uhh Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001 Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that Yeah..

Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)

MEMPHIS BLEEK "The Understanding"
(feat. Jay-Z, Missy Elliott, Twista) [Jay-Z] R-O-C Memph Bleek Jigga man Missy, Twista sho' nuff Yeah, yo Don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG (And another one!) And my name is Jay-Z She was all on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man When I twist her in the Gold sedan Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands wedding bands don't make it rosy man [Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick Why she all in his ride With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill Is that your chick Why she beeping him Keep praising him Cause that's Bleek and them, trick [Memphis Bleek] Yo check it now, yo, yo Your hoe chose I I ain't gonna lie What I look like turnin' down chocha Drove by, smokin' lye Recognize a pimp, open your eyes Hop in the passenger side of the ride Damn Bleek, can't speak Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP And close the door Act like you been in the drop top On the open road before Fix your weave, then fix me Ever gave head doing 160 Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy How you love how the white wife beater fit me M-dot, him hot, them not (That's gangsta) [Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick Why she all in his ride With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill Is that your chick Why she beeping him Keep praising him Cause that's Bleek and them, trick [Twista] Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money Why you acting so funny You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper Must have been mad When your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her ass To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah [Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick Why she all in his ride With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill Is that your chick Why she beeping him Keep praising him Cause that's Bleek and them, trick [Jay-Z] Yo, yo Why you home alone, why she out with me Room 112, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids and say it was yours How foul is she And you wifed her Shit, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your bitch You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch [Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick Why she all in his ride With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill Is that your chick Why she beeping him Keep praising him Cause that's Bleek and them, trick [Memphis Bleek] Yo how dumb the pimp I heard he trick Bought a new five, maybe a six Copped that for his new down bitch And I was digging that down since '96 shit Memph man I'll take your bitch Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip And you know how it go when it come to the hoes She can do the same thing to the clique you know Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me Got your wife callin' me daddy Put her out on the street let her get that cheese My bad is that your freak But you know how a thug do When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too [Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick Why she all in his ride With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill Is that your chick Why she beeping him Keep praising him Cause that's Bleek and them, trick [Jay-Z] Cool out homie You betta keep her away from my balling clique Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks That can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot Jigga man go first Then we all rock cause we all hot You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock Got them bitches in the smash Making yours drive fast Cause we get more cash than the average nigga All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that You would fuck mine How the hell can you knock that I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be [Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick Why she all in his ride With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill Is that your chick Why she beeping him Keep praising him Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

All I Know

LIL' FLIP "U Gotta Feel Me"
(feat. Cam'Ron) [Intro - Cam'Ron] Killa Lil' Flip (Uh-huh) Houston Harlem Dipset in the building (yes, sir) Let's get ready to do this shit, Yo [Verse One - Cam'Ron] Call me the better man Beretta man, leather man, cheddar man I should of been the weather man I tell you where the high is and where the low at When it gonna rain dog where the snow at And where the snow at it ain't got to cold at My block is hot kojak got his Kodak And that's totally wack Y'all supposed to be cats Men of mice of course they go grow to be rats That's ain't Cam's momento so I crammed the rental With grams and endo had them saying Jusendo Got that butter brother Word to mother murder Hit the other servers Down at Whattaburger Eat at Long John Silver keep the long arm silver Fuck the long arm of the law he's strong on sckrilla [Bridge - Cam'Ron] Flip to killer We flip to kill her That's a killer flip ya flip we kill ya (Dipset Bitch) [Verse Two - Lil' Flip] And if you don't lurk or live here you riding through my hood And I don't know what you heard but we'll take you for your goods I wish you would come to my neck of the woods Come to my hood Better bring a tek to my hood And we be buccin' and drivin' While you shuckin' and jivin' Niggaz hateful low down dirty plus they conivin' Me and my niggaz we roll with triggers We kill you for figures We put 13 bricks in the 18 wheeler (yeah) [Hook X4 - Lil' Flip] Street life is all I know So when I carve my music that's all I show [Verse Three - Lil' Flip] All I know is nigga bring me all my dough Cause rap money come fast and money come slow One day you on yo feet the next day you flat broke That's the drought cause yo connect got bad dough Now you got smoke from another nigga you don't know That nigga might be a fed if he don't show Plus plots and skeems Young niggaz chasing green You better wake up cause ya'll niggaz chasing dreams [Bridge] [Hook]

Forever Live My Name

Lil' Rob "Can't Keep a Good Man Down"
Hey you know what homey I'm sick and tired of these fools homey, yea Talking about how they're keeping it real, you know Well then keep it real ese, you know Fuck all that bullshit your talking about homeboy No one wants to hear that shit Keep it real homeboy I walk up on the scene with my white sneakers My big ass Levis, my big ass t-shirt and look around to see who I see The same fucking people who can't see me You can close your eyes, it's getting kind of rough You can open your eyes, ese not wide enough To even catch a sneek peek or Peek A Boo of what the Lil' Rob is all about When I leave they all follow out Lil' Rob be the one of a kind With the one of a kind mind, most of the time I can't find mine You ask me how I'm doing and I still say that I'm fine Walking on that fine line, no time on my time line Who left the door open? Your time just ran out As for patience, well mine just ran out And I got nothing left to do but to sit back patiently To make sure you continue hating me [Chorus x2] Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live my name You wanna be like me but it's just not the same Hey holmes, I heard a lot about you ey Well was it good shit or bad shit? I bet you twenty bones it was some bad shit But that doesn't even matter though Cuz any publicity is good publicity, that's why they mention me I must be doing something right But they ain't doing nothing right, I'm making sure that I'm busting tight Now everybody wanna be Hey holmes you heard Lil' Rob's new jam? He's talking shit about me Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't flatter yourself Later on you're gonna look back at yourself, and be all mad at yourself For acting like a little girl, chavala Roll the fuck up, you try too much, you need to slow the fuck up Hold the fuck up, shut the fuck up Silence is golden like the Daytons that I'm rolling around the town that I'm patrolling The town I live in is lonely, it's lonely but I still won't cry It's just me, myself, and I [Chorus x2] Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again, I remember whistling If I could go back in time and do things different I probably wouldn't do anything different I learned a lot, seen a lot, that's why these streets mean a lot I got shot down the block at the stop Trust you? Fuck you I've know people for seven years that I don't trust, and you think I'm gonna trust you I gotta do what I must do, with or without you There's something about Lil' Rob, but there's nothing about you Can't keep a good man down ese, but you keep on trying Take to the sky on my natural high, cuz I'ma keep on flying Here's a little something for your brain to cause the pain When I'm done then my son will forever live my name Lil' Rob, and when he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever live my name

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