Keith Grayson (born August 14, 1966), best known as DJ Kay Slay, is an American DJ. He was referred to by the New York Times as "Hip Hop's One-Man Ministry of Insults". He has sold 350,000 copies of his two official albums.
Keith Grayson was originally a prominent graffiti artist. He was featured in the 1983 hip hop documentary Style Wars. With decline of the graffiti movement in the late 1980s, Dez began dealing with narcotics and consequently ended up in jail by the early 1990s.
Kayslay released his first album, Streetsweeper Vol. 1 on 20 May 2003. In the summer of 2003, Kayslay released a single and music video of his own for a track called "Too Much For Me". It featured rapping from Baby, Nas, and Foxy Brown, and a chorus sung by then relative newcomer, Amerie. There were cameo appearances by Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E., Raekwon, WC and Lloyd Banks.[citation needed]
Although the song was not a success, its music video was aired on MTV Jams and BET. The Too Much For Me Music Video did not feature Nas (because of Nas' solo projects) or Baby; so Loon was featured instead. This replacement started a feud between Nas and Kayslay. On March 30, 2004, Kayslay's second album Streetsweeper Vol. 2 was released. Another single and video were released for "Who Gives A...Where You From" with Three 6 Mafia. Kayslay and the song were featured on the 2004 NFL Street video game.[citation needed]
Ernesto Shaw (born January 8, 1975) better known as DJ Clue?, is a mixtape DJ.
Shaw began his interest in music as an aspiring rapper by the name of MC Drama. During one recording session in 1989, an anxious Shaw decided to pass time by using a DJ's turntable set. After that session, he developed a greater interest in DJing.
Now known as DJ Clue, he broke ground by releasing his first tape in 1990, "Clue #24", which was given that name in order for him to appear more experienced than he actually had been at the time. Through the years, Clue built a following in the mixtape game (which at the time was dominated by the likes of DJ Kid Capri and others). As the mid-1990s approached, Clue became known for not only the quality of his tapes, but for having exclusive songs not found on tapes by other DJ's. One mixtape in the summer of 1994, featured two unreleased songs by The Notorious B.I.G. from his forthcoming album, Ready To Die, which drew the ire of not only B.I.G., but CEO of Bad Boy Entertainment, Sean "Puffy" Combs. This move, however, turned out to prove beneficial to Clue's rise. Upon meeting Combs, Clue began establishing a relationship with Bad Boy Records, resulting in what would be his most popular mixtape to date (at the time), "Bad Boy Mixtape Vol. 1", hosted by Combs.
William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross (often stylized as RICK RO$$), is an American rapper. He derived his stage name from the drug trafficker "Freeway" Ricky Ross, to whom he has no connection. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap and Teflon Don, Ross was also the first artist signed to Diddy's management company Ciroc Entertainment. In early 2012, MTV named Ross as the Hottest MC In The Game.
William Leonard Roberts II was born in Coahoma County, Mississippi. and raised in Carol City, Florida, near Miami. After graduating from Carol City Senior High School, he later attended the historically black college Albany State University on a football scholarship.
After being signed to Suave House Records, former label for rap duo 8Ball & MJG, he eventually signed a deal with Slip-n-Slide Records, which has been under the Def Jam umbrella since 2006. While signed to Slip-n-Slide, Ross toured with fellow rapper Trick Daddy and made guest performances on other Slip-n-Slide albums.
Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad.
Fat Joe's first album was Represent, released in 1993, followed by Jealous One's Envy in 1995. From 1998 to 2006, he was signed to Atlantic Records, releasing four albums under the label, Don Cartagena in 1998, Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.) in 2001, Loyalty in 2002, and All or Nothing in 2005. Around the release of All or Nothing, Fat Joe became involved in a highly publicized feud with another New York City-based rapper 50 Cent, who attacked Fat Joe in his song "Piggy Bank". His most popular song in which he performed was his Remy Ma duet "Lean Back" with Terror Squad. The song was a number-one hit in the summer of 2004.
Starting in 2006, when his album Me, Myself, & I was released, Fat Joe was signed to Imperial Records, which distributes through Terror Squad Entertainment. His follow up album wasThe Elephant in the Room, which was released in 2008; Jealous Ones Still Envy 2 (J.O.S.E. 2), the sequel to Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.), was released in October 2009. His tenth album The Darkside Vol. 1 was released on July 27, 2010.
Air Chief Marshal Sir Joseph Charles French KCB, CBE, ADC (born 15 July 1949), often known as Sir Joe French is a retired senior Royal Air Force officer, who was the last Air Officer Commanding-in-Chief RAF Strike Command.
French joined the RAF in 1967, and qualified as a helicopter pilot, flying Wessex, Puma and Chinook. Postings included Sharjah, Hong Kong and Germany. He was commanding officer of No.7 Squadron (Chinook) at RAF Odiham, where he was later station commander (1989–1991).
He attended the RAF Staff College and the Royal College of Defence Studies. Staff postings included aide-de-camp to the Chief of the Defence Staff, and Personal Staff Officer to the Air Officer Commanding-in-Chief Strike Command. He served on the staff of the Central Trials and Tactics Organisation, and was Head of the RAF Presentation Team.
French served as Director of Air Force Staff Duties, and as Assistant Chief of Defence Staff (Policy), before being appointed Director-General of Intelligence Collection. He was Chief of Defence Intelligence (CDI) from 2000 and it was whilst he was CDI that the controversial September Dossier was drafted which attempted to assess the state of Iraq's weapons of mass destruction. In April 2003 he was appointed Commander-in-Chief Personnel and Training Command and Air Member for Personnel. and Air Officer Commanding-in-Chief RAF Strike Command in 2006.
On the sheets, I be straight stunting
You got the wrong keys, I ain't who to start with
Rise of the apes, now who you monkeys getting smart with?
[Hook]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that stripe
Now fuck with me and with my team
And you gonn see
Bitch I'm bout that life,
Tryina get what I can get before these people give me credit
I'm alive, not tell them hatin ass niggas
That hatin on a nigga
Quit your hatin, cause bitch I'm bout that life!
In love with the money, infatuated with coupes
Imaculate living, money stack up to my roof
The baddest of womenm, purse matchin the boots
That's the half you don't wanna see what's in that fuckin bag
Pull it like a flip camp, first you aim it, then you fire
Big hat smoke a nigga, I can get no higher
Heroine in every bag she carry on
You niggas ain't getting money, fuck it, then carry on
Them biggies...rich and fucking self made
Ricky rose and my nigga kay slay
Pound of purple green, 2 leader a piece price
I could flip a brick before a chick can blink twice, ah!
[Hook]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that stripe
Now fuck with me and with my team
And you gonn see
Bitch I'm bout that life,
Tryina get what I can get before these people give me credit
I'm alive, not tell them hatin ass niggas
That hatin on a nigga
I don't know, I don'y know what it is
I guess the fast life that I live
shorty don't love me the same like she loved me before
tryin' to tell her that the truth hurt.
F*ck how he feel about me,
f*ck what they say about me,
La la la la la, la la la la la uh
Whole work, did it the bob
quit playing bitch get in the car,
matter of fact with the..
see the spaceship, hundred on the bracelet,
made it off the block, that's enough..
all the hoes looking still
pour more liquor here
got the nipple..pall wall nigga, grew,
I'm ballin' bitch, willin' to fall,
got wings on the hood of the call
couple rings and 4-5 chains,
I'm swerving through the lanes,
'cause born just starting to recall
I'm an..like the ray bends,
no light riding slow Amen.
I don't know, I don'y know what it is
I guess the fast life that I live
shorty don't love me the same like she loved me before
tryin' to tell her that the truth hurt.
F*ck how he feel about me,
f*ck what they say about me,
La la la la la, la la la la la uh
Grant off your bitch, jump start that p**sy,
told her everything, now she playing hookie,
fresh out my plug, yeah you fuck with me a long way
the cats money of your need a whole day,
slow, I've been deepin' with the paper play,
coke boys roll the paper, we took the case,
trippin' out to chip off for your shoulder,
round what I'm sipping, deepin' from the rolling,
don't know my game, taking out these bitches,
broke niggas contagious, Lord keep my distance,
you jug here put the price on,
we golove with the stones turn the lights on.
I don't know, I don'y know what it is
I guess the fast life that I live
shorty don't love me the same like she loved me before
tryin' to tell her that the truth hurt.
F*ck how he feel about me,
f*ck what they say about me,
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
DK Kay Slay the drama king 2013
the year of the lyricists
Raekwon, sheek Louch, Styles P
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
We back again huh Slay?
sh law the chef nigga, you know what it is nigga
ayo, 18 karat pieces on the fleece and the coupe
I leans like the tower of Piza
passin around the gold horn of Venitians
sweet penthouse nine with superman pieces
Carhart tux, bulletproof the nuts
sittin back in egg of the Range Rover tweetin
Im goin Up, the bread isnt enough
fire on you .. day give you a cut
bundles of red lightening caught in the hype
everybody shootin my hood just gotta bike it,
just bash your gun and fly
Im on tala the most is gold my driver drive
yeah they know me from my foul jury
standing next to you aint trial certain you hear me?
Yeah, shout out my delicates you can suck a dick
I guess this the mouse against the elephant
[Hook]
(Sample)
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, Montega high yeah
I was in the heights all night gettin head is my allibi
my soul a tape
gon and turn that floor that raw
bitch I get filthy cake
you average rat
Im hit record Donny
Benjamins the whoopla coming and find me
Yonkers native, whip it Sherman
I use your bitch mouth just to pump my sperm in (say ahhh)
your 22 got no stop to it
just like my other parent no pop to it
Rosay all night, my guap fluid
diamonds, they love how I do it
he aint got a thug bone in him
he probably on the low with a thug bone in him
Donny all original, no clone in em
I know it was you Fred clap em end it
[Hook]
(Sample)
[Verse 3: Styles P]
you's a could've,would've should've did
you aint bulletproof you know what a bullet is
and you know how hood it is
niggas looking for coke
wonder how good it is
niggas want them cheap grams
Got for shooter to let the he blam
you just wanna floss on the weekend
now your knee deep in the deep end
joc boys got your on the defense
they came through with an offense
let the threes and the fours spin
its like the sharks verse the dolphins
and you aint no killer whale
thats for dolphin that could kill a shark
if its war get the coffins
ya'll bitch niggas aint got by heart
[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
Grown man hip hop part 2
sleeping with the enemy
the mixtape for the streets
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
DJ Kay Slay the drama king
You know I had to remix this joint right here
Violent Music
Bun B
Busta Rhymes
DJ Paul
Gunplay
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Wake up to the whole room shakin'
Get up, wipe the dirt out my eyes, then
Run over to a blown-out window
It's a war goin' on outside, man
Shit, I can see smoke in the distance
And a fire lightin' up the horizon
Hear the bombs goin' off in the background
And the screams as a bitch nigga dies, and
It's a goddamn dark moon risin'
Clouds of burgundy drippin' plasma
Concrete crackin' under your feet
It's a fuckin' recipe for disaster
But I can't stop now, though
So I gots to go harder, stronger, faster
And it gotta be quicker than the next nigga
Can't get caught by these bastards
Another day in the concrete jungle
Where only the strong'll survive, and
It's a place where the kind get killed
And the cutthroats keep on thrivin'
So the only way you can stay alive
in a place like this where your life means nothin'
Boy, you'd better be ready when the shit go down
'Cause it ain't no future in frontin'
They assumed that they pushed the button
Cancel Christmas and get below
Better chuck a roller then run for cover
'Cause if you don't, they gon' get you, bro
You've go nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Yeah, this is the feeling inside
When a trill-ass nigga start ridin'
To that violent-ass music
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
This be the music for the violent nigga
This be the music for the violent nigga
This be the music for the violent nigga
For the violent nigga, for the violent nigga, for the violent nigga
This be the music for the violent nigga
This be the music for the violent nigga
This be the music for the violent nigga
For the violent nigga, for the violent nigga, for the violent nigga
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
When I step up in the building
Break a nigga back, break a nigga foot, chop a nigga
YAH! YAH! YAH! YAH!
And I'm hopin' you ain't with him
when a nigga get him in to kill him
STAR! STAR! STAR! STAR!
Bumbaclot
Shittin' on these niggas with a jumbo fart
Beat a nigga 'til he do a somersault
And everything about it is your fuckin' fault
I give you what you want, that's what you're askin' for
I don't even really think you bastards want it
Kind of music niggas get they ass whopped to
And put on World Star, somebody came and recorded it
It's VIOLENCE!
See, now we lookin' half dead, you'd better life support it
Funny, now the nigga's little wifey on it – UGLY!
The news channel might record it
Leave me alone – trust me nigga
You don't really wanna start, bitch
I reach for the chrome, it won't be the ratchet
Beat a nigga with a crowbar, bitch
Psychopath – fire from the blowtorch, I'll light your ass
Blue four-fifth like a Blue Nose Pit
And when I let it go, it'll bite your ass
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Nigga think he bulletproof, unhurtable
Make him take a bullet and fuck if he took it personal
Niggas know I'm ruthless – convertible
Feat. Gunplay, Vado, Uncle Murda, Sauce Money
Shit ain’t gravy, shit ain’t wavy
Not even close, to cope a steady maybe
Day county dog, little runt with the rabies
Call dcf, we drowning these babies
Cuba, Haiti, voodoo, ladies
Diamonds, rubies, you be, hating
Feel my talents now you see how my style is
Brutal, malice, but violent
Gunplay real name ratchet maraules
A nigga trigger finger catching the chalice
I go woof, to all the cats in the alley
Stepping on these rats in my balleys
With bats in the caddie
... now looking chevy, gold for the gold
Retriever, labby, torch, g the k bx, ain’t it
Triple c, leave your g ass, paining
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem
Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!
Ball all day, never sit on the benches
Bitches want attention and niggas wanna be mention
2 45 is what a nigga benching
Ain’t no scope it just ...me
Grab a rope, get the linch in
I’m handing rappers suspensions
School of hard nox, I’m cut from a hard block
We’re pumping them hard rocks
I’m in the drop, one button away from a hard top
I’m playing in the park lot, away with the...watch
Sitting on wile e, foulplay, while I stay on my toes like balee
No cars, but have more keys than valee
Get raw, they hand me the keys the way you down stay, ok
If I play the ball, the chris pause
Kick saw, deal in the cars with slick talk
Sick boy, I go hard, I spit raw
Pause broads, I do more laws than Chris...
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem
Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!
Trust who? I don’t know who to trust
I got my armor out, I don’t know who to bust
My bbs diamonds got them hating on me
Stick up kids outside the club they waiting on me
I hit them up, now they waiting on the paramedics
Them niggas needed to get shot, like a diabetic
Portorican girls in my hotel room
I let my man fuck em, he going to jail soon
He got a threesome before he did his 1 to 3
I almost walked in the court room with my gun on me
And niggas stay strapped, on mostly gotta have em
A nigga still banging, on most he got I’m rapping
Shut the club down, pour 100 bottles
Oh what’s the molly team, I’m off with luciano
You know big talk, boss shit
When I do it, I do it big, horseshit
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem
Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!
All I need is one square to function
And a connect that will meet me at the junction
Niggas talking reckless for nothing
But as long as it’s behind my back
I’m cool with niggas fronting
Cops on the street is like watching tv
Lay back in the curtain, watch them easy
They say real g’s move in silent
So in order to get it, I just had to be me
Any plug comes with pc
Me first, me second, me three
They say you ain’t a money nigga
Till your whip is a year ahead and your chick is out of DC
But my phillie thing is imperial
That thing out in Virginia is wife material
My California love is so serial
My Indianapolis thing is so motor vehicle
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem
[Intro: Nas]
Check [scratched] check it out
Kay-Slay! (yeah) What up, baby
Uh, (check it out) Ame'
Haha, Bravehearts, c'mon
[Chorus: Amerie]
Said it ain't too much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
To keep you loving me
And it's just too much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what you're going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
[Verse: Nas]
You a brave girl? I'm a Braveheart
In craw heart and Champion Hoodies
You in the Benz Buggy with the fullies
I ride beside ya, we about to pull a all nighter
I'm +Super Freak+ like +Rick James+
Sex in rangers, parked on dangerous blocks
You like it when the strangers watch
Im' looking out for cops, you a girl with no fear
People put ya hands in the air for the GQ man of the year
That Bentley or Polstry Leather
The leather that be up in the coats I wear
Wherever I go so there ya have it
Cashmere fabrics, never caught in last years garments
Holsters under armpits, chauffers and the charms lit
And a coat is holding on the Don's wrist
She got the ill Will chain on
Turqouise boots saying "God's Son"
This the theme song
[Chorus]
[Verse: Baby]
You know the size of this shit, I flips it quickly
Lose this trouble 'fore these people get with me
Holla at my hoes cause I dip my bitches
From gold to platinum from rag to riches
I'm the boss of the boss, the pimp shotcaller
Worldwide Rider in a Benz with a spoiler
In your city tear yo mall up
Pimp fly bitches and tear their walls up
Dress nice I'm super neat
Ice on white wit 3's on her feat
Worldwide Rider, I'm coast to coast
From Europe, Japan, I gets that dough
Send out 2 I get back 4
Yo broad around me I'm a lace that hoe
Smoke 'dro, redo my whips
Redo my chips this the bird man bitchch
[Chorus]
[Verse: Foxy Brown]
BK I throw it up, if we stay Manoloed up
Cris air canary, all these niggaz hear me
Lou Vuitton, Lou Batten
Bring fever cock sucker when Foxy throw it on
I speak how I feel I'm a Fox 5 General
Y'all rap bitches is all so subliminal
That's why I ones them everytime I pass 'em
Frontin wit young G the Fox 5 Captain
So which hoe wanna fuck wit huns?
So come we dun ta push a dem one by one, whoa
Now make me bust off mi big Magnum
Spray off in the lobby, call us the Shower Posse
The Don Gogen, come through styling hard
But 2 goons from the Sherlock Squadron
It be a bachelor that Fox them sparring
And leave y'all niggaz on the sideline starving
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Amerie]
I-I-I wanna get to know you
I-I-I want you with me
I-I-I just want to show you
You belong to me
I-I-I gotta get to know you
I-I-I have you with me
I-I-I just want to show you
You belong to me
[Chorus]