[Swizz]
Remix
[Chorus][Nas]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Nas]
Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing
What more can we say, stop grilling
'Fore you get hit up, shut up good
We'll merc you in your hood
I'm el pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life
Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice
Break my cipha, I'm get at you
Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll
Too many rappers is jealous, who be gasing the fellows
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty
Clapping that black heat
None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general
[Chorus: Nas]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Fat Joe]
Nowadays I'm on some mack shit
But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks
The nigga that would soil-in your jacks
Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs
Coke so bright, it shine like white gold
And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet
Don't front for me, you kids is not balling
If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan
Ties swollen for no man with bold plans
Sick of this rap shit thats why I listen to slow jams
I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip
Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit
Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle
Saying I'm peeping, I'ma bring you a muzzle
Get the point, General
[Chorus: Nas]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Cassidy]
It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing
Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon the waist and I spray guns off
Cuz if its beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)
My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee
See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be
Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil
I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell
Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did
Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head
When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga
And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga
I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now
A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now
I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now
We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine
Uh, its the last days, end of time
The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon
They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a mil when its dinnertime
YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit
On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit
What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on
[Swizz Beatz]
Ruff Ryders, 1-2, 1-2
G.E.T.T.O. Stories, Swizz Beatz
Makin' it happen
Listen to what the fuck I got to say
I'm from the hood
I love the hood
I rep the hood, lived in the hood
Started on the grind, started with a 9
Motherfucker, I had to earn mine
Nigga, a lot of niggas hatin', a lot of niggas watchin'
A lot of niggas plottin', a lot of hearts stoppin'
Uh, believe that, I'm bangin' with the beats
I bang with the streets, I'm bangin' with the heat
S - to the double - I - to the double - Z
Niggas look at me - want no trouble B
I'm just mindin' my business
Makin' money, stackin' chips, just mindin' my business
You can catch me in the 3-60 or, Odena, blowin' down the Pasadena
The rebel appeal, go 'head, appeal, that bitch will squeal
That's when that hoe's dyin', cause if I'm in court it's guaranteed I'm lyin'
Fuckers, I had to get my business right
Had to get my money right, had to get my label right
You can hate all you want, I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz part whatever, I'm here forever, bitch
[Shyne]
Swizz, Po
Step out gangsta nigga
Lay down
What you know 'bout rollin' out?
Big Tec, big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neck
Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up
Long John Silver's tell, it's the kid, nigga what?
Some of y'all rap niggas is girls
Hold my dick, gappin' and flappin'
Fuckin' cartoons
These niggas guns don't go off until they say, "Lights, camera, action!"
Yo Swizz, tell them niggas, "Eat a dick"
Gun up in your face bitch, that way we don't miss
Unload the shit, then reload the shit
And straight to the airport and unload some bricks
No lie, you niggas see me comin' down the streets
You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders
Brooklyn is mine nigga, move over
Yeah I'm talkin' to you - fuckin' dick blower
[Sung with female]
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
[Female Singing]
To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine)
To all my niggas keep it gully just (shine)
To all the ghettos in America (shine)
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga (shine)
[Styles: The LOX]
Ya really ain't beefin'
Ya wanna talk to God? Then my 9 is the phone line to reach Him
I thought about it hard and long
And came up with the answer to myself that God is wrong
Cause if y'all that the best you can do
To fuck with Paniro, then after these bars, I'm gone
I'm harder than a year in the box
My head is to pop without a Ox on a murderous block
And they never {EDITED} for years, what?
Cause if it 44 cells, I feel like its hell
Been 22 niggas goin' off of the tear
Time Magazine, P should get the "Boss of the Year"
Tinted Magazine, you could get the "Corpse of the Year"
Bout to kidnap the rappers, knock out they eyes
So nobody gotta watch when I floss of the year
And if you heard P spittin', then it's all for the ears, what?
Swizz, Po
Respect our gangsta, nigga
Lay down
What you know 'bout rollin' out?
Big Tec, big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neck
Po, live it up, yellow stones lit it up
Long John sickest tell, it's the kid, nigga what?
Some of y'all rap niggas is girls
Hold my dick, gappin' and flappin'
Fuckin' cartoons, these niggas guns don't go off
Until they say, "Lights, camera, action"
Yo Swizz, tell them niggas, eat a dick
Gun up in your face, bitch, that way we don't miss
Unload the shit, then reload the shit
Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks
No lie, you niggas see me comin' down the streets
You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders
Brooklyn is mine, nigga, move over
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, fuckin' dick blower
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, nigga, shine
Check it, hey yo
All I need in this world of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10
Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this shit
Fuck ya vest nigga, my shells go true to that shit
Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that nigga, Po?
Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low
Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do'
Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R-O
L-L, see you niggas in hell
Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale
Shit, I set my mind at an early age
I was either gon' be paid or an early grave
What the fuck? I got to have
Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass
This is the truth, I probably die in my Coupe
But I bet you only bitches come to get me and shoot
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
And it's cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, nigga, shine
I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind
'Bout to meet these Dominican niggas at 9
Rhyme, rap, what the fuck is that?
Only thing I wrap is, yea nigga, dyed today
Y'all got me confused, I ain't tryin' to fill nobody's shoes
I'm just lookin' for connects, nigga, doin' what I do
Back against the wall, against all odds
Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Oz
Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us
Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun
And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein'
I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin'
A G faithfully, mama pray for me
Yo nigga, go to school, stay away from me
Got horse for you hustlers, bullets for you cowards
And dick for you bitches, up in the Trump Tower
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
And it's cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, nigga, shine
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
And it's cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine
[Lil' Wayne:]
Voulez vous coucher avec moi bitches!
[Swiss Beats:]
Re-Remix [x3]
Remix
[Swizz:] Chillin in my Beamer
[Lil Wayne:] Sittin on me Phantom
[Swizz:] Listenin to ether
[Lil Wayne:] Listenin to the anthem
[Lil Wayne:]
Weezy that bad man
one man band man
your girl with me cell phone she don't answer
He so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper
so i let her lick the rapper
She take care of me and all me homeboys have the
Jump-off, jump-off the girl is a jump off
I let her snort a mountain
and she just jumped off
Jump-off, jump-off
You know she can jump-off
Pull my dick out and let her jump-on, jump-off
You make it so hard when it sound so basic
Chevy grill lookin like a set of new braces
South side baby
We outside baby
We smokin on that spinach like Popeye baby
J'adore ah les femmes yea i love my riches
bonjour money and au revior bitches
Geant ou petite we do it the biggest
nous ne rats mean we ain't snitches
Now can you tell me how good my french is
voulez-vous coucher avec moi Bitches!
[R. Kelly:]
Hi nice to meet ya
Its Kells the freaka
Mr. Bump and Grind, Mr. 'Song of da Weeka
R&B; singer
Mr. Defeata'
16 years and still coming through ya speakers
Mr. 'PiedPiper'
Bitch im on fire
Don't trust me im a fieldboy Shiesta
I got Dreamgirls
What you wan do
I got them chicks singin "and i am tellin you..."
Up in the club
Flossin like a don
Album bout to drop so you bitches better run
Making her moan while making love to the song
After the sex I, beat my chest like King-Kong
Ice so cleared out everybody move
Haters on D, Im bout to take these fools
Everytime I shoot a shot its like (Swiss)
Everytime I shoot a shot its like (Swiss)
Everytime I shoot a shot its like (Swiss)
Im in the buildin and im lookin for a (Snitch)
Walk out the studio and man that's a (Hit)
Back in the studio and do the (remix)
Im in the Mark-V with a bad (chick)
Hop out fly, the paparazzi goin (flick)
[Swiss Beats:]
Hold up! Wait a minute!
Hold up! Wait a minute!
Chillin' in my beeza
With my mama Mia
She smokin' a cariba
With my son Seeta
For those that don't know that's a yacht on the deck
Think about the cars what you got up on ya neck
I show you my profolio straight disrespect
Them rims burns spot askin' you plan to write a check (NO)
You betta think about it yeah you betta think about it
You betta hit the damn bum yeah get a drink about it
I'm straight loco don't care 'bout no popo
Only big weight what you think I roll wit Joe for
Wanna joke crazy go meet my fo fo
Ra ra ra ra
There go that popo
J jam in that Enzo
J jam in that Spika
J jam in that G2
I bet you can't catch me though
Double Z's on that whip,
Put them prees on her lip,
Took 'em to the mine
And th-th-th-threw the D on that bitch
Freeze
You kno who it is
It's me BITCHES!
[Jadakiss:]
Takin ova
The waitins ova
We bringing it back like baking soda
I don't stop squeezing 'til ya face is ova
I'll be on vacation 'til the case is ova
Bottles everywhere
Club full of women
Gucci sneaks
A good cuff on da dealin
A few birds 2 lookouts and 3 pigeons
Uh,the monster,Queen Bee,uh huh
You can't be serious
Fix ya face
We gon' do a song
That you never heard before
We comin' to take this yall
We comin' to rock this yall
(This is the world premiere)
Yall ain't ready for it
But get ready for it
Queen Bee
Talk to 'em
(Yo Swizz where it at baby?)
Talk to 'em
(Where it at?)
Just to prove to y'all niggas that I'm still on top
I told Swizz gimme the guttest shit you got
I'ma give it to you raw weather you like it or not
Like its my last bullet and I only got one shot
Aim straight for the middle like I'm throwing a dart
And when I spit belive its going straight to your heart
I lay my Mack game down nigga straight from the start
Don't take it personal baby, fuck you,pay me
Ain't nothin' but ladys in my dark blue Mercedes
With the Beravas kit, got niggas mad as shit
No, we never sip unless there ice in our drinks
But sometimes we get cold from the ice in our minks
That fly girl persona its a premadonna world
Act like you ain't heard about the Gabana girls
Hollyhood style gettin' love around the globe
You might catch me next season on the cover of Vouge
Y'all niggas done gone delirious
Y'all hoes can't be serious
Queen bee,Swizz Beatz,they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparing us
I make moves in the games
The other chick is a fraud
I'm important like the Queen on the chessboard
Bitches talk slick but they ain't got nothin' for me
When I'm in there territory
Its a whole nother story
We never get stuck sometimes take the long route
When our backs aganist the wall we bang our way out
I'm in the "Gettin' money" mode
Livin' by the street code
'Bout to have every corner of this rap game sewed
Hattin' homies better start,showin' some respect
Or get slaped silly heard my man G Dep,
Tryna holla at the bee and you think ya fly
Impress me dawg throw some money in the sky
Dream team rockin' the yellow and black jerseys
Pull out the black Amali when I'm ridin' with my dirtys
666 thats the mark of the beast
I love God nigga and I'm reppin' the streets
Y'all niggas done gone delirious
Y'all hoes can't be serious
Queen bee,Swizz Beatz,they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparing us
Return of the widow, it's goin' down kiddo
Yall hate me,yeah alright ditto
That's why I keep the 4-5 in the pillow
Tresspassers they gon' die in the cribo
Black Barbie knows how to party
Don't ride but I still cop a Harley
Don't lie who else hot besides me
World wide I crush everybody
And I should'nt have to tell yall who run the city
Even my seven year old neice Rizzy
Knows I gets bizzy
You know the name Lil' Kim high class
Shake it Shorty with ya high priced ass, priced ass
Tryin' to be a billionare I got things to do
I made my mark in this game who the fuck are you
They say I'm pretty like chrome on chrome
And that feeling at the top is like home sweet home
Y'all ain't ready for it
Queen bee,y'all ain't ready for it
Y'all ain't ready for it
Y'all ain't ready for it
Y'all niggas done gone delirious
Y'all hoes can't be serious
Queen bee,Swizz Beatz,they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparing us
Get your hands in the air
Everybody get your hands in the air
Get your hands in the air
Everybody get your hands in the air
Get your hands in the air
Everybody get your hands in the air
Get your hands in the air
Oh that's crazy
Swizz and Busta
Come on
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherfuckers know we shuttin' it down
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Every time we bring you niggas to say
We dare y'all to say somethin'
You can sit and watch and gamble around
Motherfuckers no we holdin' the crown
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Before we flood this shit that'll go through your whole town
Motherfuckers know we makin' y'all drown
I dare y'all
Hey yo, Busta Rhymes holdin' the fort
Read the report, MVP of the sport
You need to be taught, come on
Snort whatever you snort, we comin' up court
You know we never comin' up short
So fuck what you thought
We high profile for this shit, I smile for this shit
I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit
Hold it now, we rollin' it down, we holdin' it down
Thick money, foldin' it down in a hole in the ground
Stash more loot than before, a brute from before
Tell the truth and get used to leavin' you boots at the door
We four, five, sixin' it up, we fixin' it up
We keep the bitches strippin' the way we be mixin' it up
Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are
Incredible performance, their so unforgettable star
They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far
Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car, what the fuck
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherfuckers know we shuttin' it down
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Every time we bring y'all niggas to say
We dare y'all to say somethin'
You can sit and watch and gamble around
Motherfuckers no we holdin' the crown
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Before we flood this shit that'll go through your whole town
Motherfuckers know we makin' y'all drown
I dare y'all
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels, playa I drove that
Y'all, six, Swizz and Busta back
I be hearin' that I'm drugged out
Because I be bangin' them beats like I'm drugged out
I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out
One, niggas gettin' robbed when the clubs out
Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me
And your chick know me, plus your man owes me
That clown don't pay
They straight killin' homie
Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all, blow me
I walk up in the club, bitches want to go to breakfast
Clowns lookin' at me, niggas actin' reckless
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherfuckers know we shuttin' it down
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Every time we bring y'all niggas to say
We dare y'all to say somethin'
You can sit and watch and gamble around
Motherfuckers no we holdin' the crown
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Before we flood this shit that'll go through your whole town
Motherfuckers know we makin' y'all drown
I dare y'all
I put my foot in your ass just like a kung-fu flick
Bust my tool quick hittin' with the force of a mule kick
Spit fly shit as if I was baggin' a new chick
Instead of bitin' mines, it be best you bite on the chew stick
Funny how niggas be tryin' to do shit
When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit
Bitches lovin' the way we always pass through shit
The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit
Double back, y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that
Brass knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap
Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that
And take a niggas shit like we like we fightin' to get our hustle back
Used to be the shit, now you writin' your suicidal rap
Frontin' like your the champ, fightin' to get your title back
Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act
And if you blamin' the music then watch me write the title track
The way that we kill and make you wanna cop that
Fuckin' with corny niggas you need to stop that shit
Come on, please just let a nigga pop that shit
All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that
Stay reppin' the struggle, busy pullin' my man's up
Shit we givin' y'all niggas might even swell y'all glands up
Stop, all of my niggas, all of my bitches stand up
And rep whatever you reppin' and put your fuckin' hands up
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherfuckers know we shuttin' it down
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Every time we bring y'all niggas to say
We dare y'all to say somethin'
You can sit and watch and gamble around
Motherfuckers no we holdin' the crown
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Before we flood this shit that'll go through your whole town
Motherfuckers know we makin' y'all drown
I dare y'all
Yeah, Endalay, Endalay
Arriba, Arriba, motherfucker
Come on, Endalay, move from around these parts
Motherfucker, come on, Endalay, huh
Arriba, Arriba motherfucker
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
All my ladies up, all my fellas up
Rudebwoy, yo, yo, yo, yo, get up
Just 'cause I'm guilty
(All my ghettoes up, all my ghettoes up)
(Weh, dem, deh?)
There doing you wrong
(Let's get it poppin', let's get it poppin', yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
(Jamaica)
Just 'cause I'm guilty
(We burn from Jamaica straight back to America)
Don't live at all
(Philly, Manhattan, yo, Washington)
(Let's get the party started)
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, bust rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
Tired of y'all niggas frontin', and gettin' away
But, y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
Y'all niggas know I ain't even got the leverage
Pullin' out guns huh, never even usin' 'em
Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin' 'em
This goes out for my ghettoes in America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin' ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell
(Hell)
This, is the New York
Uh, stop that shit pause dog bitch rewind this
Oh, and I'm Swizz the monster
Y'all can hate all y'all want Ruff Ryders the sponsor
Just 'cause I'm guilty
(Okay, that's right)
There doing you wrong
(Okay, that's right)
Just 'cause I'm guilty
(Okay, that's right)
Don't live it all
(Okay, that's right, a weh, dem a deal wit?)
From the streets of Jamaica I come in special delivery
Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz the new discovery
Why dem mess with us and know say shit wouldn't be lovely?
Last bwoy weh diss mi well him still inna recovery
Now they wanna cry when situation gettin' ugly
I am from the ghetto I know nothin' 'bout your luxury
Hear dem cats they braggin' say it's all about the Benji
The riches and the bitches and the ice and the Bentley
I am from the streets where thugs is dyin' plenty
Have to be careful if you die before your twenty
I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy
Brought up inna this thing just for a century, yo
Just 'cause I'm guilty
(Okay, that's right)
There doing you wrong
(Okay, that's right)
Just 'cause I'm guilty
(Okay, that's right)
Don't live it all
(Okay, that's right Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz)
Yo, yo we comin' through we got that raw
Tell me what you workin' for
We don't care about the bouncers comin' through the front door
Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer givin' you the hardcore
Everybody standin' up givin' up the encore
Swizz Beatz my logo my motto, represent ghetto
Swizz, on your mark, get ready then let's go
I got to get these pesos to end all my stress so
The whole world mi let know no punk cannot test you
We know it's all good till a playa act up
(Easy)
And then I back up and make the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but, I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but, don't crash your car
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If that's not enough man a soldiers of war
With no riches and car, so faggots stay far
And a blar man, a blar don't you see dem too hard?
Just 'cause I'm guilty
(Okay, that's right)
There doing you wrong
(Okay, that's right)
Just 'cause I'm
Okay, that's right
Okay, that's right
You just heard a world premiere, Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer
This is our year, any haters yo get outta here
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, easy man, just bounce
Just bounce, I'm back on this scene
I got my feet playin' on the ground for you cowards huh
Oh, yeah, y'all ain't ready for the war?
Bounty, I'm a check you in Jamaica
I be in the hood in uptown, New York
Or you catch me down at the dirty, dirty, A.T.L.
Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali
Catch me at that Midwest, hey, I'm all over the world
We could wake up in the morning and I get on my Porsche, get on my Porsche, get on my Porsche
Wake up in the morning and I get on my,.. get on my,.. get on my...
Hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah, hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah
Hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah, Hot steppa number one
People always talking but they ain't saying nothing
Get a... paper then they go straight to something
I ain't gonna talk about the problems that... my hair
As he's mad about it he'd be up my hair, I'd be up on my...
The photo of a... fucking off the traffic
The ravine is downtown
By all means, Jack and... back at them this dvd
We could wake up in the morning and I get on my Porsche, get on my Porsche, get on my Porsche
Wake up in the morning and I get on my,.. get on my,.. get on my...
Hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah, hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah
Hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah, Hot steppa number one
I keep hearing questions when I'm coming they keep ask
I've been in the cutting off back like in...
People stay hungry so I gotta feed the masses
Never friendly left... I'll be everlasting
Superstar status getting panties on the jet...
Worldwide traveler hot call me blue flame
Damn right you know it girl,
And I ain't wake up in the morning then I'm back up on my shit and...
Wake up in the morning and I get on my Porsche, get on my Porsche, get on my Porsche
Wake up in the morning and I get on my,.. get on my,.. get on my...
Hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah, hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah
Hot steppa number one, hot steppa yeah, Hot steppa number one
Yeah, she fresh off the plane from Siberia
We're as colder than a whose heart nigger
She just getting started
And this ain't even on the album
You're last on the finish line
You're the turtle I'm the rabbit nigger
It's me bitches
Come on, come on, come on, shut down
Chillin’ in my beamer, listenin’ to Ether
Bumpin’ through your speakers, know I got the heaters
Rockin’ don’t stop, I get the rockin’, don’t stop
I'm bangin’ ‘em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop
Freeze, you know who it is, it's me bitches
Smoke good, eat good, drink good, fuck good
Come into the club stuntin’ like you should
My shit on fire, I don’t need no gasolina
I’m comin’ through your block with the Deuce 2-Seater
Ring the alarm, man, call me the sand man
When I drop beats I’m the 'One Man Band Man'
Cash rules everything around me, cream
Get the money, dollar, dollar bills, ya'll fuck ‘em
Freeze, you know who it is, it's me bitches
Vida loco, flyin’ through popo
See me in that four door, that Bentley, Espoka
Benz, all lethal, my rims so lethal
You front, I’ma, I’ma shoot that ass like a [Incomprehensible]
Sniffin’ that yayo, tryna be Sosa
Tryna act tough when that’s some black chocha
I ain’t gotta shoot you, I could just choke you
You tryna make [Incomprehensible] I could just show you
Freeze, you know who it is, it’s me bitches
Chillin’ in my beamer, listenin’ to Ether
Bumpin’ through your speakers, know I got the heaters
Rockin’, don’t stop, I get the rockin’, don’t stop
I’m bangin’ ‘em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop
Freeze, you know who it is, it’s me bitches
Smoke good, eat good, drink good, fuck good
Come into the club stuntin’ like you should
My shit on fire, I don’t need no gasolina
I’m comin’ through your block with the Deuce 2-Seater
Ring the alarm, man, call me the sand man
When I drop beats I’m the 'One Man Band Man'
Cash rules everything around me, cream
Get the money, dollar, dollar bills, ya'll fuck ‘em
Freeze, you know who it is, it's me bitches
It’s me bitches
It's me, it's me, it’s me bitches
[intro:]
yea yea yea yea (yall know who it is)
Swizzy. Snackz on da beat man its crazy
{The album out man}
its crazy its just so crazy
NEW FIX!
[chorus:]
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Man im four-wheelin'
dont care about ya feelin's
Came through a new roof
i had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
its off of drug dealin
drunk about it big about it
man i swear i get dat
damn rite my ghouns gon' shoot{yea}
damn rite my chicks look cute{yea
damn rite im in dat coop {yea}
hold up, lets talk about it be about it man
[verse 1:]
ya got a lil paper and you think you all front, but it all means nothin to me
i mean ya got a lil Benz and ya top come off, but its all small stuff to me
i get my paper in Vegas, i get my paper in AZ
niggaz on the radio, the DJ play me
its SWIZZY, busy, gets busy baby
cookin in the kitchen, man i got that gravy
[chorus:]
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Man im four-wheelin'
dont care about ya feelin's
Came through a new roof
i had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
its off of drug dealin{yea yea yea}
ya know ya boy did that
[verse 2:]
Man down but no cannons found
Thats how shit go from where im 'round
Niggettes will get CRAZAY, or get ??
Talk tough and then kidnap your baby
coole' man, dont be a foole' man
see my boys, they'll hit you wit dat toole' man
see you dropped out, you shoulda stayed in schoole' man
you's a dumb-dumb, dont get foole' man
its sweet i gotta eat, i guess i gotta creep
i was livin wit my lil bitch for a week
the bitch kicked me out, im at my other bitches house
these bitches wanna walk and wanna fuck when im at they house i got my gat and my snub, and my rubber glove
quick to bust nigga cuz they aint no love
aint no handshakes, and no hugs
The city im from is nothin but thugs {talk to me, talk to me}
[Chorus;]
you know the boy did that
you know the boy did that
you know your boy did that
you know your boy did that
Man im four-wheelin'
dont care about ya feelin's
Came through a new roof
i had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
its off of drug dealin
[Verse 3:]
1999, i did that
took the hard street ?? and i did that {yep}
it all started from a little corner drink i turned that thing into a million dollar steam
Yea, you know the boy did that
i bought my first car i didnt know where to live at
but i got a little smarter
got my peep game up and worked a little harder {woo!}
then i flipped the game and then i
raised the bar and then i raised my name
and then i raised my price then i did that right
now im 96 million, aint that right?
(i did it man)
[chorus:][chorus:]
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Ya know ya boy did that
Man im four-wheelin'
dont care about ya feelin's
Came through a new roof
i had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
its off of drug dealin
ya know ya boy did that
[talking in background until end]
what yall want me to do man?
hahaha
from 20... how old am i? im 28
wit 96 million so i mean... my catalog is a senior citizen...my number's a senior citizen's...
im just givin yall a good reason to vibe to...
showin yall a whole 'nother side...
snize on the drums, kicks, leers and all the pretty sounds...
i aint gotta do em like dis man
its 2007 man, its a whole new breed comin out
what yall want me to do? NEW THINGS!
[Chorus:]
Ya'll don't really know,
They don't really know,
Ya'll don't really know,
They don't really know,
Ya'll don't really know,
They don't really know,
[Verse 1:]
Check it,
Sky's the limit so I'm reaching for the stars,
I'm tired of being that nigga that they keep behind bars (bars)
What's good, you got it, I'm a take yours,
I'm hood, fuck a gun, I break jaws,
Understood, it's nothing to bang for the cause,
And I should cause you frontin' bang with the force,
Rats playin' in the walls, cats playin' in the halls,
But niggas know after a certain hour stay indoors,
Cause I'm not responsible for what I might do,
Or what might happen if dog come through
It's gon' be a problem cause man if I catch em I'm a rob em,
Pleeeease somebody stop em,
But for that it's too late, I gotta eat,
You ain't, you straight,
I ain't gon take it all... today!
You can say what you want but cha know the truth,
X is a beast in the streets and the booth.
[Chrous]
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
See all of them rinky dink Mr softy rap, I'm here to kill it
Reinstate the boom bang and make you niggas feel it
And most these niggas fear it.
Let me pop it off and blam it
And how we smash it out like you watching animal planet
Now let the sun load the bricks off
Niggas pissed off
The stage too crowded throw the bitch off
I'm bout to turrn the switch off, to the goons I hand pick em
And they burrrrrrr stick em, ha ha ha stick em (woah)
You better tuck in your shine, that's prime grind
Niggas is black, them kill em in black
Now feel us one time, see how we got em following suit
Fall in one line til we force these niggas to scatter
Soon as I buss rhyme
Bust Rhymes, constantly fulfilling them with heat
Like an oil spill in the street
See how we killin' em
Peep how we drill 'em in the head with a case load
And bang em
(Hang em)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Beast on the track like Wolverine (rine)
I'm a pitbull but got wolves on the team (team)
It ain't what it seems (seems)
Don't get it twisted (man)
I'm a let you know just in case y'all missed it (f-ggot)
Got me fucked up if you thought that I fell off (come on)
Now niggas wanna ride dick get the hell off,
Come on Chulo, we both know you culo,
I know and you know that you the one that you knows,
Beefing for real, nigga I sleep with the steel,
And keep shit real, I creep shit still,
Ain't nothing changed but the date and the year,
Niggas make threats yet they wait for a year,
Everybody wanna know about Swizz huh?
Well you gotta google this.
Where the Cash At? [x4]
I hear y'all talking I see y'all frontin
I hear y'all talking I see y'all frontin
Where the Cash At? [x4]
He said he got a porsche got a benz got a rover
He shinin in the club but his jacob watch over
Seen my watch and my thing a little colder
It ain't what you got it's the huebot[? ]
Leanin on the wall cause you know I'm boss status
Check my apparatus, my chick is the baddest
Yeah all the drinks for free
Everybody in the club get the liquor on me.
Where the cash at? where the stash at?
Ou talking all crazy then they blast at
He only really frontin cause he have to
She ain't look at you she lookin past you, cause
Where the Cash At? [x7]
I hear y'all talking I see y'all frontin
I hear y'all talking I see y'all frontin
Where the Cash At?
Where the Cash At?
Where the Cash At?
Where the Cash At?
Them haters all talkin and the broads all talking
But it don't mean nothing to me
I mean I'm sleepin on the millions and my children all straight
So it don't mean nothing to me
I am just chillin in the club chain swangin, pants hangin
I told you bastards the money ain't a thing
Now everybody wanna talk
The drums I'm a hustla and I run new york
And plus them haters wanna be me
The closest they ever get to lamborghini is linguini
Get the f*** out my face
Shouldn't y'all worry bout that SEAN BELL CASE!?
Where the Cash At? [x7]
I hear y'all talking I see y'all frontin
I hear y'all talking I see y'all frontin
Where the Cash At? [x4]
Que pasa, no english, man
My casa big like new england, man
That Chrome Bugatti is pretty man
Dirty money so I call it stinkin man
Where the cash at, where the stash at
He talkin all crazy so they blast that
You know he only frontin cause he have to
And I ain't drivin close I'm drivin past you
[Swizz Beatz]
Swizzy!
Wherever you are (Shine)
Whoever you are (Shine)
Wherever you are (Shine)
Whoever you are (Shine)
Wherever you are (Shine)
Whoever you are (Shine)
Hey, Hey, I told ya
[Chorus]
Ridin' with my top down, and my jewelry on
Hey, I'm just getting my hood on
I'm just, I'm just, doing my thing
I'm just, I'm just, (pimp) doing my thing
Hey (yup) hey (yup) hey (yup) hey
I said I'm ridin with my top down, and my jewelry on
Hey, I'm just getting my hood on
[Verse 1: Nas]
It's the late night greasy spoon patron
Poolhall making
Big bets, midsection got the 8 in
Dior Christian pimpin'
Got that penal system diction
Riffing, you don't want it you snitchin'
Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR
Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat
Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black
Bitches want my chipped tooth back
Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked
Squeeze the fifth with a grip as I dip
From the paparazzi
Still playing numbers (you can't stop me)
Still wearing bundles, and spark weed
Show time!
Ha, let's go!
Ah, ok, let's go!
Ah, let me tell you something!
... my... is crazy, I got ya!
Can't do...
My man came back...
You crazy you want...
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me clear!
You don't really want no... over here!
We can do everybody oh clear,
Yeah, freeze!
Music please, I'm back, back, back on my foot,
Came back, man, I'm back...
Better sush, I get it rush,
You seen the floors...
Big money is us!
Chorus:
I don't really care
Who's in here
I'mma run this place
And this is my year
I don't really care
Who's in here
I'mma run this planet
This is my year
It's an international party
International party,
International party
Swizz beatz, party!
Swizz beatz party!
Swizz beatz party!
Let's go! here we go now, let's go now!
Everybody, everybody hit the floor now!
He wants some more now, what's up now?
... turn it up now!
... go into the fashion, I'll put in the work,
Jump, jump the plane, man I want...
You gotta keep up boy that's my...
Hey! I'm loco, loco,
Everybody say I'm crazy, crazy,...
Chorus:
I don't really care
Who's in here
I'mma run this place
And this is my year
I don't really care
Who's in here
I'mma run this planet
This is my year
It's an international party
International party,
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck relaxing
I ant been to a funeral since Jackson
Known shit
I ant going to my own shit
Trying to figure out what the fuck they calling me for?
It’s a death detour
Kinda funny
Could it be my mom trying to kill me for insurance money?
(Whoa whoa whoa) Hold up let me clear that up I ant saying my mother killed me for insurance money but uhh, that’s the story… anyway
That chick who went killed her parents and got rich,
Set their house on fire then watched them lynch,
Ever since its been nothing but black clouds and black cats,
And every night I see a old man with black slacks
An ex preacher rapes his niece but who cares,
For 15 years I ran down the stairs he disappears
But I often,
Smell a coffin
Before I hop in it (deaths calling)
Ain’t no stopping it
Maybe death is coming cause they did things different,
Like killed you in your crib right in front of your infants
Right next to the crib, with the blood on the bib.
They energize like the generator throw you down the incinerator
I’m no imitator,
I’m straight veil for it black and got a hole in it
When I fell through
But I must you tell you
Ain’t shit they can do to me that hasn’t been done under the dirt
I’m under the gun
I’m not ganna run
So pull your four four out your holsters (holsters)
Cock back one time and call ghostbusters
I know hustlers that been killed for spilt like Obi dressed in silk
I thought he was built till his brain flew
Should of seen the way his head tilt
Poor Papi
I wonder how he filled up in the autopsy
(I’m glossy) looking like a fossil up in heaven singing gospel
While I’m at home with these wearing rosary beads
Those his keys?
Should have been given to me
So I can flip’em in a dream
Bail straight outta Hell and move to Fort Lauder dale
Where death cant tell if your dead or alive
I’ve seen many shot and stab and some survived
Say cheese
Right now I need y'all to get your cameras out
So y'all can get a good picture of what young money look like
Or young hustlers or a young entrepreneur look like
Or a young nigga on the grind look like
So I need y'all to get your cameras out, right now
Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin’ my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin’ my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin’ my thing
Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin’ my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin’ my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin’ my thing
Wake up in the mornin’ and my chef cooked me breakfast
Then brush ma teeth, then I put on my necklace
Didn't think about what car to ride
Is it Phana or the, the Lamgocha?
I got got stuff for you haters, I make my paper you haters
When I see you in the street, I don't speak to you haters
So you never thought you'd see a young fly nigga ball
You see me on top, see me rollin’, see me fall
It's like a jungle sometimes, it make me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under when I rock with ten summers
And I still get my numbers and I still stay humble
we gonna party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
party all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
i'm in this bitch like i wanna rock right now,
we so deep you motherfuckers might drown
i'm so fly tonight call me a night owl
i'm high as stars blue skies and white clouds
talking about let's go crazy, let's go ladies, they all follow soon
tell it, yeah it's a movie, watch the trailer if it don't float out both, pop the sailor
party all night, party all night, a whole bunch of bitches this is the dog fight
begin in the cream, you know off right, a whole lot of smoke, i need fog lights
young money baby you can't hold me, you can't put me so you can't fold me
lose your mind, out of control, i now pronounce you rock and roll, yeah
party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
The time was the late 80's
Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Fiends threw away their crack babies
Arguin’ with my brother to see who pick the mouse up
Walk by, open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Comin’ home from school, your brains on your uniform
I wish I could fly away on a unicorn
I'm from the ghetto and everyday a human’s born
So who cares if I'm stretched out on the scene?
Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Yellow tape, haters glad that I'm dead
Pedestrians walkin’ by and they just shakin’ their heads saying
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
What's hot, what's not, what should, what shouldn't be
Come on y'all who to say what couldn't be?
Look at me, I'm nicest not the iciest
Sometimes I wake up and ask God, who life this is?
I look at these eyes, I'm only in this body
If you only could understand the vision that I carry
White actors will be like Puff Daddy when he interned
Men play with fire, men get burned
To talk about this, the only thing I earned
I can rap, I’m talkin’ about killin’ you like this
Or puttin’ a hole in your head the size of that
But that would be cheatin’ myself and I can't do that, man
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
Man, it all ends up on a back street
In abandoned buildings where the crack heads meet
All you hear is and lighters flicking
Busy smoking, baby dead, rat poison in the kitchen
They so high, walkin’ by, thinkin’ she asleep
Don't even put her in the crib, just cover her with a sheet
This is me in the building 17 with the bundles and a gun up on me
And I shoot any nigga run up on me
And for 2 years my momma lookin’ for me
Cryin’, runnin’ up on other kids thinkin’ it's me
By now I ain’t got no heart
Nigga, I'm a gang member, suited up and I’m ready to start
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
It's like a gun trilogy, gat strategy
What? Noreaga, lay out like your majesty
Aspect mine when y'all niggaz hear my par
Have y'all straight wildin' when y'all see my car
I step on your toes, fuckin' ya hoes
Chain reaction take toes, stay in my clothes
Keep askin' why I keep buckin' y'all foes
Gettin' sucked now from my fuckin' neck to my toes
Still shootin' descent, throwin' grenades at the precinct
Henny, Wood, Guiness, Mad niggaz are gettin' finished
Fessin' it, my niggaz precident gettin' head in the wip
But not pressin' it, monster koday, gang related like OJ
Friends know me by my first name Victor Santiago
Half black, half Mohondo, Dominicano
People like pope Hinquihandom, me and tone
From TN in the BM, drink Cristals won't cancel Seagrams
Yo, N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
Yo, it's all reality, my guns blazed for clarity
For charity, had a whole hood ahead of me
Gradually, I casually grab the two techs
Blow holes, that'll rip through bird chest
Noreaga, get head inside a LS, wise guy's a man is good fellas
Open doors for ladies, never blaze when we see babies
Only shoot when we crash through when we have to
Made cats sit back, picture that
Yo, respect it, knowin' that we now connected
It's like Lesty and Donny, Lesty let Donny live and Donny snaked him
Stayed for day one, then faked him
The rules of nature keep your mind on your paper
Them cats that ain't been down is down state now, yo
Yo, N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
Yo, married to marijuana, smoked mad trees
Catch me with the same bitch and believe
Only fuck a bitch twice if she get on her knees
Shoot for myself for myself I squeeze
Always hated the cops, yelled, ?Fuck them pigs?
Let the situation get much bigger than G's
How y'all small cats still runnin' round for keys?
Switch places, hated when the jack go freeze
Yo, my bank account tripled when I doubled at least
Had my nigga like C style, smoke that weed
Mad fucked up, drive Benz at high speed
For my niggaz on the run, just know to bleed
Yo, N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin'
No matter if you're still treatin'
What, what, what, what, what? Track masters, tone and poke
What, what, what, what, Iraq all of that?
Castro, Midnight Blue, Mussolini, Sham Dulo
A Maze, Monoray, my boy LP, Moneray, Jungle, Esco, what up?
Nature, it's all good, gettin' that paper
Niggaz on the run eatin, what, it's all good where you come from, dun
Bust a gat, represent where you come from, dun
[Swizz]
Uhh, yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo, come on
Come on Eve, Swizz Beats
Drag-On baby
[chorus x4: Swizz]
We want y'all to move right now
[Drag-On]
Break 'em down
Put 'em up
Shake 'em down
Pat 'em down
Then bat 'em down
Get the gun
Gat 'em down
Get the rope tie 'em up
Strike a match lite 'em up
Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust
Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out
Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out
All I do is tell 'em get the tissue
I only fuck wit chicks that suck nuts out of pickles
You want problems? well I'll solve 'em and make examples
I love bustin out crowds so all people get trampled
Spit crowds wit the 4-5
Like when Moses split the tide
Those that froze chose to die
Stay higher than a hello, how you doin?
Burn the rubber till the tires ruin
Burn a coat of fire human
Cause this Drag
Burnin like the grits on Al Green's back
Causin a switch rock
[chorus x8]
[Swizz]
Hold on dog
Who want some of this, gun right here
All y'all clown niggas put your hands in the air
Is it you over there? Is it you over there?
Is it you, is it you, is it you right there?
Nigga, this ain't that shit that you used to bounce to
This that thing that you smoke a ounce to
I'm gonna do it, even without you
I pop all them clown niggas around you
This for my playas thats swingin the 4-4
Wildin out, bustin at po-po
Comin over here, you got to go yo
Y'all think y'all got beats it's so so
Swizz fallen off, nigga thats oh no
Y'all remain let the dogs go
Listen y'all I stick in the streets like cleetes
Y'all niggas know Swizz Beats uhh
[chorus x8]
[Eve]
Yo, yo ,yo
Nigga pack up, watch a pro player get her stack up
Cowards in my way any second then he plaqued up
Dogs all behind me roll out, section racked up
Simple situation blown away cause you backed up
Watch out now know you heard about the Ruff ryde
Deaded at the door watch the floor, who the tough guy?
Brick house run 'em down knwo what we about shut 'em down
Keep these niggas like "Here she comin now"
Yo in public yo I'm evil
Fuck wit only people that I know thats my peoples
The fake shit I see through
Hated just to be you cause faggots is lame
Get fucked say "Gettin fucked" nigga why change?
It's anotha that was sweet takin out
Anotha that I peep fakin out
Tryin to take the easy route
A yo look I hold it down got my back while we ride
It's over for you fake ass bitches come on and hide
Swizz!!
Showtime!
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
But I ain't tryin' to pay that girl
Now, whatch'all wanna do, do?
Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
You be in the back, bet she gon' call ya
Come on dawg she want this 'pala
Cris' in the yard in the new finny bags
Anything is good cuz she's baddest as she had
She sitting at the bar and she's lookin' so sad
Something 'bout, uh-uh-uh I wanna ride in your jag
Uh uh uh, I wanna ride to your house
I said, "Easy chick, I fly to my house"
I live so far think I look down south
Why don't you take it out my pants and put it in yo
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
But I ain't tryin' to pay that girl
I see ya, you got the good shoes on
Good dress on, I mean you got the best song
I'm sitting at the back drankin' Devil Liquor
The Roselito, you know how we do
In the Four Theme house you was fucking with my niggas
My homies say wassup you saying nothing to my niggas
Come on girlfriend why you fronting for my niggas
That dope and that paper is nothing for my niggas
Don't you know we got that money in the, I repeat
Don't you know we got that money in the bank
You ain't getting none from me or my bank
Better get you own, g-g-get you on face
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
But I ain't tryin' to pay that girl
It started like "soft and warm"
Don't get excited, I'm invited to the new quiet storm
Now was at the end cause she told me she hate me
And then she said "openin up and leave me"
Plus she said all she want is love and affection
Let me be your angel, and I'll be your protection
Took her out, bought her all kinds of things
But it wasn't enough, so this is the song I sing
'Cause she broke
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
Man you know I got beats
You know I got soul
A microphone theme
I'm from the ghetto
Follow the leaders... men got poor
Since 98 shit I've been paying for
Started with a double loss... the double loss
... for president thinking of a master plan
And everywhere I get them I let the rhythm hit them
I ain't no joke boy you all niggers kill
All my number ones been great long runs
I don't fear nobody competition is none
That I've been known for the lyrics of fear
I've been known for the... and cheery
The diamonds in my watch worth more than...
No judge no jury
Can' say
Threat the rap game
Like the crack game
Cause that's a rule
Nowadays move house like... movement
Being nice on a mike says...
Me and my team hit the scene
Something popping
Show me love in a club in a...
Since young I've been blinked with diamonds
Black paparazzi stay under the radar
Still caught me when I come to pay you
... said It's show time
[Chorus:]
I said one two
I said didn't you get the message
Hip hop is back
We don't know how to act
Tell the DJ to bring us back
[Chorus:]
Uhuuu, it' you!
Uhuu, it's you!
It's you, every day, every night, baby, it's you!
I don't want, I don't want no one, but you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
Champagne, baby... momma, I'll take you to...
Forget that baby hannah, I'll put you in the laugh!
And I forget that little humble,
I'm a big man! I'll take you, take you...
Seven... sevens, express lane,
If you're lucky, you can get my last name.
Let's hit paris, we could take the last train,
Now baby girl, baby girl, sing my name!
[Chorus:]
Uhuuu, it' you!
Uhuu, it's you!
It's you, every day, every night, baby, it's you!
I don't want, I don't want no one, but you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
Listen to me mommy, send me good things
When you're missing me mommy,
And I... like you're kissing me mommy,
They wanna hate school...
You're not happy, it's not an exception,
... I send the... collection.
I love it's the real thing, baby you should trust it!
[Chorus:]
Uhuuu, it' you!
Uhuu, it's you!
It's you, every day, every night, baby, it's you!
I don't want, I don't want no one, but you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
I just want to spend the night,
Take my time, beta you...
Take trips with you...
Since you came in my life I feel brand new,
I just wanna spend the night,
Take my time, be your wife,
Take trips with you...
Since you came in my life I feel brand new!
[Chorus:]
Uhuuu, it' you!
Uhuu, it's you!
It's you, every day, every night, baby, it's you!
I don't want, I don't want no one, but you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
And the winner is?
Hey, it's you!
It's me bitches
Show time
Chillin' in my beamer, listenin' to [Incomprehensible]
Bumpin' through ya speakers, know I got the heaters
Rockin' don't stop, I get the rockin', don't stop
I'm bangin' 'em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop
Freeze, you know who it is, it's me, bitches
Smoke good, eat good, drink good, fuck good
Come into the club stuntin' like ike you should
My shit on fire, I don't need no gasolina
I'm comin' through ya block wit the deuce two seater
Ring the alarm, man, call me the sand man
When I drop beats, I'm the one man band, man
Cash rules everythin' around me cream
Get the money, dollar, dollar bills, y'all fuck 'em
Freeze, you know who it is? It's me, bitches
Vita loco, flyin' through popo
See me in that four door, that Bentley the sports car
Benz all lethal, my rims so lethal
You front, I'mma, I'mma shoot that ass like a free throw
Sniffin that ya yo, tryna be Sosa
Tryna act tough when that's some black chocha
I ain't gotta shoot ya, I could just choke ya
Ya tryna make money, I wish I could just show ya
Freeze, you know who it is? It's me, bitches
Chillin' in my beamer, listenin' to [Incomprehensible]
Bumpin' through ya speakers, know I got the heaters
Rockin' don't stop, I get the rockin', don't stop
I'm bangin' 'em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop
Freeze, you know who it is? It's me, bitches
Smoke good, eat good, drink good, fuck good
Come into the club stuntin' like ike you should
My shit on fire, I don't need no gasolina
I'm comin' through ya block wit the deuce two seater
Ring the alarm, man, call me the sand man
When I drop beats, I'm the one man band, man
Cash rules everything around me cream
Get the money, dollar, dollar bills, y'all fuck 'em
Freeze, you know who it is? It's me, bitches
Come on
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's me bitches
It's, it's, it's, it's me, it's me, it's me, bitches
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high on your memory
High on your memory, high on your memory
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P., the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbled me now
And I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I'm sober, dog
I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone
Motherfucker case, I'm dyin' tonight
So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high
Aiyyo, I smoke like a chimney
Matter of fact I smoke like a gun when a killer see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did, add to that
That I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's
Spit with the finishin' touch, get this, that
I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged
I get a rush off the blood on the walls, you understand?
Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor
I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?
And I'ma never give a fuck, that's right 'cause I'm better than you
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high
I'ma smoke till my lungs collapse, I'm from a era where
Niggaz 'cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dollar bill is powerful, I smoke weed 'cause
Time seem precious and I know what a hour do
High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'
With my real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin'
Shit, I get as high as I could, 'cause if you see things
Like I see things that I'ma die in the hood
Motherfucker, understand it's full service to you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
This is S.P., dump it in you, bitch, I get high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
Ruff Ryders
1, 2, 1, 2
Full Surface
Ghetto stories
Yeah yeah
Swizz Beatz makin' it happen
Listen what the fuck I gotta say
I'm not a rapper, dog
I'm from the hood
I love the hood
I rep the hood
Lived in the hood
Started on the grind
Started with a nine
Motherfucker, I had to earn mine
A lot of niggas hatin'
A lot of niggas watching
A lot of niggas plotting
A lot of hearts stopping
I'm banging with the beats
I'm banging with the streets
I'm banging with the heat
S to the double
I to the double Z
Niggas look at me
Want no trouble B
I'm just minding my business
Making money, stacking chips
Just minding my business
You can catch me in a 360L or [Incomprehensible]
Going down to Pasadena
The rubber will peel
Your head will peel
Your bitches will squeal
That's when these hoes dying
Cause if I'm in court, guaranteed I'm lying
Fuckers, I had to get my business right
Had to get my money right
Had to get my label right
You can hate all you want
I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz part, whatever
I'm here forever, bitch
I'm the monster, get it all right
Me and my niggas is dogs
And we guaranteed to bite
Inf gon' pop ya
Cross gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Dogs gon' stop ya
We working out the building
I started the beats, coming up out of the building
Nigga, 2E and the building 700
The Bronx Tenements, where I came up
Ain't nothing funny playa
For this money, these niggas is hungry, playa
That's right, I love the hood
Respect the hood
Support the hood
Lived in the hood
This is Swiss talking
This is Swiss rocking
Mother fucking thug nigga
Up and New Yorking
We love the hood
We run the hood
We own the hood
Fuck what you sayin' dog
You got a problem we gon' solve 'em
You got beef we gon' bed that
You got lead we gon' pop that
I got heat I'ma rock that
Motherfucking radio stations I drop that
I'm the one that had ten songs
At one time on the countdown
Get your mind right
Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever
Y'all niggas better get together or whatever
I got beats galore
I got beats that'll blow off your project doors
Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-R's
Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars
Beats for deaf, beats for blind
Beats that'll make a thug nigga wanna cock his nine, oh
Y'all niggas ain't hard to find
Y'all niggas ain't out your mind, fuckers
We love the hood
From the hood
In the hood
Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
Oh, my God!
Inf gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Cross gon' stop ya
Dogs gon stop ya
Listen, doing this here
Y'all niggas know this, we doing this here
Damn, I miss you
It's still gone ride, it's still gone ride
Uh uh, uh uh, c'mon
Uh, uh, yeah, ssh ssh ssh ssh, ssh, ride, uh
Damn I miss you, ooh, I feel better than before
We should've never seperated, paused or hesitated
You rocked me to sleep, it's like my body levitated
Lookin' in the mirror but the heat makes it less clearer
It's all fogged up, face me baby
Put your fingers in my mouth, let me taste the gravy
Reunited, feel good, real good, squeeze me
I tell you that I love you but you wouldn't believe me
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Hello, baby
There is something that I want to say to you
You've been on my mind now
For a while and I just don't know what to do
I've been thinking of holding you
Showing you, what I'm all about
And I promise that I will do
Everyting you want without a doubt
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
I know that we've
Had our share of ups and downs but that's in the past
If you promise to hold me down
Then our love will have a second chance to last
I've been thinking of holding you
Showing you, what I'm all about
And I promise that I will do
Everything you want without a doubt
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Forget the past
We like Bonnie and Clyde from now on
Back to back, through the ups and downs
Right or wrongs, lay down
Let me kiss you all down your back
Then I'll go further down, swirl my tongue around
I apologize too for not recognizing the pain inside of you
I never lie to you, again
Last time had stress on my mind
Had a hard time believing
That my girl could be genuine
It's different now, we ghetto lovers fo' real
I grab the wheel, you hold the steel
Teach me how to touch you where you like it the most
From now on, till we give up the ghost
Reunited, baby
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto lovin', when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto love, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto love
It's showtime!
[Hook]
Everyday, they ask how I'm doin
Deuces up playboy I'm coolin
I'm coolin
I'm coolin coolin, I'm coolin coolin
I'm just coolin
I'm coolin coolin, I'm coolin coolin
Everyday, they ask how I'm feelin
You see the ounces playboy I'm chillin
I'm chillin
I'm chillin chillin, I'm chillin chillin
I'm just chillin
I'm chillin chillin, I'm chillin chillin
[Verse 1 - Swizz Beatz]
I got my Balmain on
Plus my Louis on
I got my Christian on
Boy I get this on
You see me ridin Lotus and my top b-tch gone
The interior butter like popcorn
She got on Givenchy, she fresh like me
Everytime she go shoppin Alexander McQueen
I mean, we just coolin on a Sunday
Can't wait to ball out on Monday
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
My Jaeger-LeCoultre is out ya culture
The hoods on fire man them boys is vultures
We are family la kostra nostra
Go through up and downs like a roller coaster
Ay! Got my cavi- with them gators on 'em
I'm in the studio fogging with some faders on em
And this beat is my entree
I'm Audi three thousand, Andre
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Eve]
Evey E, I'm back on my bullsh-t
Came back, came back, back with a full clip
Who want problem, wah- wah- wah-, who want flip
Gun taste, one lick, wanna get some of this
You see that hot pink Birken, that's a problem
I'm hot like everything kickin I'm a problem
Yeah, I'm a walking bow
You might talk a lil one but ya looks are oh
[Hook]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Do ya dance now (x4)
Hit the floor now
Do ya dance now (x2)
Get down now (x4)
Lets work now (x4)
[Intro: Estelle (Swizz Beatz)]
Coming straight from London...
(Stop... stop)
[Bridge: Swizz Beatz]
It's the type of songs that the DJs play,
Estelle in the party rocking rocking all day,
Swizzy on the beats you know the boy don't play,
One hand in the air for the for the UK,
Hey!
[Hook: Estelle]
DJ play the beat, DJ DJ play the beat,
DJ DJ play the beat [repeat]
[Verse 1: Estelle]
I said hey do I remember you,
We've been tryna holla since the first day I meet you, you do,
DJ tryna play some sh*t to do it in the row, way not to meant to hurt on fact,
I see them come I see them go,
I've seen their chains and the collars that they dope on, oh,
See I got it times two,
Spend a couple years ain't new around,
[Chorus: Estelle (Swizz Beatz)]
You wanna rock, (Hey!)
Bet yo girl is so hard she's a rock, (Oh!)
Excuse my rocking, I wanna rock, (Hey!)
You know I'll rock you, you like jack to my style,
(What you say!)
Aaaooouh!
[Verse 2: Estelle (Swizz Beatz)]
I said trust who's stalling from the beats,
Came out from the dope where also were my ass is slapped,
Girl that's what swagger is,
But everybody is saying is... on me,
(Hands in the air!)
On fact, something you can never buy,
Even if he says her stacks is greater than mine,
I said I will not try no sew,
Spend a couple years what you talking bout,
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
[Chorus]
[Breakdown: Estelle (Swizz Beatz)]
He said yoouu, you can call me back girl, (You can call me back girl)
He said yoouu, you can call me back girl, (Yes you may)
I said it's true boo, I can tutor you,
Take you to my home school,
Show you what this girl can dooo,
I don't take no mess,
You need to come and see me when you get some hair in your chest,
[Bridge: Swizz Beatz (Estelle)]
I said, (He said)
It's the type of songs that the DJs play, (He said)
Estelle in the party rocking rocking all day, (He said)
Swizzy on the beats you know the boy don't play, (He said)
One hand in the air for the for the UK, (Aaaooouh!)
Hey!
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Swizz Beatz]
It's the type of songs that the DJs play,
Estelle in the party rocking rocking all day,
Swizzy on the beats you know the boy don't play,
One hand in the air for the for the UK,
Hey!
[Hook: Estelle]
DJ play the beat, DJ DJ play the beat,
DJ DJ play the beat, [repeat]
[Outro:]
[Swizz Beatz:]
Bounce!
To the left, to the right,
We gon party, all night,
Bounce,
[Estelle:]
[Chorus:]
Come An'
Come
Come
Come An' Get Me
[x4]
[Verse 1:]
While I'm up in the ghetto I'm watchin' it closely
My whip is butter for the bread they want to toast me
Gold windows on my whip it go up slowly [?]
Cause I'm young and I'm rich and bitches want me
And them haters I shake 'em off me
Them Antiques on my ass them shits costly
I got cream niggas think I'm Mr. Softy
To the goons I blow 'em off me
See niggas be buyin' the magazines and readin' the articles an talkin' bout the paper I got
But niggas don't know all the pain and all the struggle I've been through to get to all the shit that I got
Come N' Get Me!
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2: Cassidy]
Ay-Yo The numbah one spot vacant and I got eligibility
Put me on your song if you want street credibility
My label think I got crossover ability
But I Ain't fake niggas ain't goin' Milli Vanilli me
Not guilty your boy's out the facility
And if you niggas want it with me
Then COME N' GET ME
Y'all don't want it with the barbarians runnin' with me
You Clap I Clap back If I die then you comin' with me
Now I'm With Swizzy you dig me
Cause your boy is squeeze [?]
But they ain't even worth the lawyer fees, Please
Them dirty ass niggas still coppin' quarter keys
They roll half a pound
I'm laughing now
I'm the Hustla Muthafucka betta ask around
I seen niggas in Philly then call 'em up an' ask 'em now
I'm Flashin' now the top on the askin now [?]
If you was hatin' before you goin' hate me with a passion now
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 3:]
If Cops around I want everybody to stop
You now listenin' to the monsta of hip hop
Man I Probably mad your favorite rapper hot
I'm Comfortable in the middle fuck the top
Come N' Get me if you want a big hook or a big beat
You're now tuned in to the sound of the Swizz Beatz
And I Ain't considered a rapper I don't care bout my flow
I'm Hot an' Sleek with the dough
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz]
Do you wanna fly, could you be my co-pilot, pilot
You said you wanna fly
Do you wanna fly, could you be my co-pilot, pilot
I'll take you up in the air
I'll take you out again
[Junior Reid]
Did you ever try making love to your girl in the sky
Champagne fly, high grade, so high
Have you ever tried making love to your girl in the sky
(Have you ever tried making love to your girl in the sky)
[Swizz Beatz - Verse 1]
Baby girl we are going, going, gone
That cloud, we are floating, floating on
Sit back and put your seat belt, seat belt on
I'm the Pilot, you my Co so let's get it on
I can take you on shopping spree's across the world
Everybody in the world know that you are my girl
I''ll blow that marijuana tree straight up in the air
I walk around cause I don't care
I got that change in my pocket switch to heavy metal
That black card let you know I am out the ghetto
Never forget the ghetto cause I love the ghetto
I'm in that Porsche GT I am touching metal
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg- Verse 2]
Come fly the friendly skies, it's like a piece of pie
Its a story, amore?, look in my eyes
Now fasten your seatbelt and crack the moon
You like that? Well like that, now write back
Got too, now rock two now pop two
Shake it and bake it, take it all
Roll with me baby doll, we can see the universe
Do things that you like
Fly you in a jet and have you watching Satellites
You ever done that?
Show you where the fun at
I do that, you knew that
I run that, now come back
Hold that, now roll that
We bossed up in another dimension
Before you rool Dogg, get ya parents permission
We out
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz - Verse 3]
S-N double O-P is down with me
Plus he blowin' them Chronic trees I'm listening to D-R-E
Some people say the weed could save ya
Thats why they roll it up in Bible paper
Cruising down the highway it's about that time
To smoke some good weed so I can blow my mind
I aint doing crimes, why the police always wanna f-ck with me
One time (one time), two times (two times)
(Weed break)
Inhale exhale, exhale inhale
You know we love the way the good weed smell
So so
[Chorus]
[Junior Reid]
She never forget, she getting love in a private jet
[Intro]
It's me bitches!!!!
WOO!!! WOO!!! Come on!!! WOO!!! WOO!!! Showtime!!!
[Verse 1]
Chillin in my Beemer, listenin to Ether
Bumping through your speakers, know I got the heaters
Rock and don't stop, I keeps it rocking don't stop (Stop)
I'm banging them beats you know I rock the hip hop
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It's me bitches!!!!
[Verse 2]
I, smoke good eat good, drink and fuck good
Comin to the club stuntin like how you should
My shit on fire I don't need no gasolina
I'm comin through your block with the new two seater
Ring the alarm man, call me the sandman
When I drop beats I'm the one man band man
Cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dollar dollar
bills y'all fuck it!!!
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It's me bitches!!!!
[Verse 3]
Vida loco, flying through popo
See me in that four door, that bentley sporto
Benzo-lito - my Enzo-lito
You front, I'm a I'm a shoot that ass like a frito
Sniffin that yayo, trying to be Sosa
Trying to be tough when ya soft like choca
I ain't gotta shoot ya, I can just choke ya
If ya trying to make paper,I-I can just show ya
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It's me bitches!!!!
[Verse 4] (Repeating the first verse):
Chillin in my Beemer, listenin to Ether
Bumping through your speakers, know I got the heaters
Rock and don't stop, I keeps it rocking don't stop (Stop)
I'm banging them beats you know I rock the hip hop
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It's me bitches!!!!
[Outro]
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It's)
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It's)
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It's)
It's (Go) It's (Go) It's me bitches!!!!
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It's)
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It's)
It's me it's me it's me it's me it's me it's me
[Sam Cooke & DMX]
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
[Hook]
Change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
[DMX - Verse 1]
Man, shit slipped through the cracks
I flipped through the tracks
Lay it in the studio, flip through the wax
It's time to bring the dark to the light
Change gon come but not without a fight
N-ggas say one thing than do another
Stab me in the back but say you my brother
Sh-t aint the same no more, it's different
eh, eh, eh, eh man f-ck all the riffing
I got a point to prove and moves to make
Knew for a long time you dudes was fake
I know a muthaf-cking snake when I see one
They look like one and move like one
So you www.hotnewsonglyrics.com gotta be one
[Hook]
[DMX - Verse 2]
Man, I played this game, then played that one
Fell for a minute but bounced right back son
Can't hold down the dog for long
Change gon come, thats the name of the song
You know what it is, cause you knew what it was
Let a n-gga go, I'ma do what it does
N-ggas sellin' they soul just to get a buzz
I f-cks with you blood, I f-cks with you cuz
I'm out that (?) thats built for war
BFW, kickin' in the door
We don't take no for an answer
I'ma go hard cause I have to
Pull guard? and I'ma clap ya
[Hook]
[DMX - Verse 3]
Man, n-ggas get so caught up in their bullshit
They don't know whats going on around them
Fake n-ggas I found them
Industry's moving in a different direction
Kinda like a bitch with an erection
N-ggas been phoney for so long
Actin like they know me for so long
Time for cats to roll on
Here's new writing on the wall
I can't f-ck with you for real
I can't f-ck with you at all
Whoo, yeah, Swizz
It's showtime? yeah
Y'all know who it is
I'ma get it poppin’ like I'm used to
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
Me in the scene, I'm makin’ that cream
Them haters always say, what the hell does that mean?
I'm comin’ through your block, got somethin’ mean
The Ferrari pink, it blings
Yep, I got suede in my dash
I got your chick ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans tucked and it's out now
T.I. made them suckers bring it out now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
Man, it’s engine, engine, number 9
You talkin’ crazy, you lose your mind
And if that chucker wanna throw that stack
Well, pick it up, hey, pick it up, you don't know me
But Kanye know my name, Timbo, know my name
Pharrell, know my name, Scotty, know my name
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Kicks, snares, change the beat game
Cali like Big said and Big did
I hope nobody got offended what I said
You wanna act crazy, I aim for your head
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
I got a special guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin’ ya big pimpin
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on, look two childrens
It's Drag Dash, bitch, Mr. Backdraft, bitch
Bust a slug like I blub, blap-blap, bitch
Bitches know niggaz love the way my flow switch
Scratch my trigger finger, make a nigga itch
I ain't gotta tell you how I spit propane
I'm at the gun range ‘cause I ain't got no aim
Get at you rappers, spit the stank in your lane
My shit been clappin’ since Don did ‘The Soul Train’
I'm back like when bakin’ soda do cocaine
Drag to the Dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
The Drag album comin’ soon too
We got Needlz on the beat, man
Them drums is too cold cut-able man, yeah
Bakka-bakka, shots flowin’ here
Swizz, get 'em, whattup?
Lox album, Eve album
Swizz Beatz, show 'em what they dealin' with
Oh yeah, ah yeah
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealin' with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars, throw your hands in the air, superstar
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealin' with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars, throw your hands in the air, superstar
Fuck a six and a seven I'ma put big dubs on the gray eight
Hold your wrist when you squeeze, the slugs'll stay straight
Can I get a witness, Swizz Beatz the monster
Jadakiss, Mr. Biggs, it's big business, nigga this is our show
Twenty two master bedrooms in the crib
The garage like the car show not only am I real, I think
But I still jab a nigga with the left and won't spill my drink
The Courvoisier got me clashes
Honey all over me like ashes throwin' that green molases
Your dealin' with D-Block, and Full Surface
And ain't no payment plans it's full purse-full
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealin' with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars, throw your hands in the air, superstar
A'yo I'm dealin' with this mami from Quebec
When she fly in I pull the boat out and blow scomie on the deck
Shootin' at the stars, Tommy and the Tek, come on
Soon as the Dutch finish you can find me on the neck
No foreplay, bustin' the pound raise me
Middle of the ocean, bustin' her down crazy
You know me, I ain't on no star shit
I just came to hurt the market then squirt the Larkin
Put your hands up, matter fact put your mans up
Put your medina's and your lambs up, your grams up
Talkin' 'bout buckin' each other, probly fuckin' each other
D-Block dawg, we stuck with each other
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealin' with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars, throw your hands in the air, superstar
A yo, Full Surface, Swizz Beatz is in front of him
Got a lot of problems but money ain't one of them
V12's and up, that's our ammo
Tell me what you know about a jet ski Limo
Waterproof knock in it, ain't no stoppin' it
Automatic respect whenever D-Block's in it
Or we can take it to the avenue too
And bring the Porsche GT out, lavender blue
Shit change, Kiss came and it's all extortion
Everybody eat except for smaller portions
For real though, behave yourself on some grown shit
It ain't enough room dawg, I'm on my own hit
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealin' with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars, throw your hands in the air, superstar
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealin' with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars, throw your hands in the air, superstar
Big business, Jadakiss
Oh, why don't you rap to them one time!
Show them who they dealing with
[Intro:]
Awh man big munny comin
Wooh
I've been [?] up n this club man {chi-chang, chi-chang}
I be walkin to the... to the clubs, through the neighbourhoods {okay}
They all be on the same page, you know what they be sayin...
[Chours:]
Here come big munny, here come big munny
They see the watch n chain, the money ain't a thang they like
Here come big munny, here come big munny
I walk up n tha club n everybody out my name they like
Here come big munny, here come big munny
I pull up n tha block n shake tha whole shit down they like
Here come big munny, here come big munny
huh, huh, huh, two two one
[Verse 1:]
I took tha king kong gorilla fuck a nigga type flow
That big bear ?? choke a nigga tike-do
You niggas talkin fast {but cha money movin slow}
Them niggas actin tough {but cha niggas all broke}
They like here come big munny, here come big munny
Niggas talkin shit but they ain't taking the shit from me
I be on tha block with the whole black drop
I got the cream on cream n it ain't goin stop
Cause I be cruisin in tha Lambo lookin like Rambo tank top
With the bandana on, on
Ya'll niggas is actin tough but chu know it's on
They be yellin on tha block cuz I be bringin it on and they like...
[Chours]
[Verse 2:]
Na, na, na, na, na, na
From tha paper everybody want a little drama
Got movie stars "wanna be my baby momma"
Imma on too ?? slash monsta
Just got that clerk from that chick name Madonna
My bank account say zero, zero, zero, comma
Zero, zero, zero, comma, it's my time to shine cha
Blind cha, let me remind ya
Homie I don't know u I'd blow u like some Gandha
Oh yeah, they be thinkin bout my money when i'm walkin {walkin}
They be thinkin bout my money when i'm talkin {talkin}
They ain't givin a dime for tha
Cuz I'm on the fuckin grind for tha
That's why they always sayin...
[Chours]
[Bridge:]
If New York get tha {big munny} Atlanta get tha {big munny}
It don't matter where you from you stay on your grind
See you keep gettin {big munny} Swizz Beatz {big munny}
When I in da club I make it rain on yo ass
Like I brought my child {big munny} I brought him to the {big munny}
One day you could be broke and break over a pocket full of goddam
{Big munny} how he get tha {big munny}
It don't really matter as long as where you are, they say...
[Swizz Beatz:]
Showtime,
Pull your Aston Martin out and just swerve on 'em
Pull your hoopty out man and just swerve on 'em
Let the top drop back and just swerve on 'em
Take the doors off your whip and just swerve on 'em
[Pharrell:]
You can catch em swerving in that thing thing
Riding in that thing thing
Let the top drop and let the system bang bang
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Me and my bitches swerving in that thing thing
Riding in that thing thing
Let the blueberry blow let the system bang bang
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(Talk to em Pusha)
[Pusha T:]
Take ya tops off baby, it's bout to pop off
Young somersault in this bitch to want to cop off
When you got the crown the haters want you to drop off
Lil Pusha T's in the game I simple knock off
I beg your pardon, that coupe is a Targa
I've been in and outta lanes with a Porsche playing frogger
I'll never be a blogger, I'm too much of a buyer
Post it, don't have it at your home, you're a liar
These niggas day dreamers, I'm more like a schemer
To have from Iesha's to Adrianna Lima's
Yeah, couple extra models for what we pop bottles for
Leaning on the throttle more
[Chorus]
[Swizz beatz:]
This that shit that you knock in your drops
The shit that you like to knock in your drops
Well if you like me, this the shit you like to knock on your yachts
Boat shoes on, walls full of Basquiats
You ain't like me, you just automatic starting
You like me, you design Aston Martin's
Bow ties on, I'm just GQ modelling
Damn, fresh I am
When I start scoring I shut down the Garden
Swizzy Rule the World on my Nas and my Lauren
Blogs say Swizzy bars ain't nothing to pause
I say FREEZE!
Now pull your cars up next to ours
[Chorus]
[Pusha T:]
Where I'm from we don't gang bang
But we sell that thing thing
Every ghetto same shit
Just only the slang change
Soon as that bass came we started to take aim
Double G boat shoes, YSL case frames
Club with the photoshoots
Think Puffy and Mase came
Dolled up the bitches too, they was in the same frame
Hustlers they chased change, busta's they chased dames
Young niggas Kingpins we was tryna fame
Niggas on they chaingang, snitches play the blame game
First [?] in the room when they name names
Hard for us to cross paths we ain't in the same lane
Hope God forgive me when I catch niggas bang bang!
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