U're a trip and a half
I know those people say
They say U don't know how 2 love
But I want U anyway, baby, U're like a drug
I can't get enough cuz U
U'd be great in motion pictures, child
Cuz U really got me blind
U'd be the only one I wanna see
Only one that done it everytime
I'd do the do with U
U're like an ocean much 2 wide 2 cross
U are the cross that's much 2 deep 2 bear
U are the star much 2 far away
But I don't care, U're a trip and a half
FZ: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you and thank you. I understand there is a sign in the audience that once again says:
'What's the secret word for tonight?' The secret word for tonight is . . . Now, let's get serious, ladies and gentlemen, I know you came here to see really FINE performances by a really FINE modern music ensemble, conducted by a really FINE conductor. And here comes the FINE conductor now, Peter Rundel, ladies and gentlemen! And if you feel like throwing underpants onto the stage, put 'em over there.
WHOOOO!!!
Hey, how you guys doin.
You want more?
Alright, then SHUT UP!!!
Shoobeedoo (Shoobeedoo)
Shoobeedoo (Shoobeedoo)
Shoobeedoo (Shoobeedoo)
Shoobeedoo Shoobee Snoobedeebeebop
Girl (girl, girl, girl)
Your My World (world, world world)
Your My Girl (girl, girl girl)
Your my world, world world.
Making a wish
And your wishes are hear
And your words are herded
Into proper grids
Measured out
To roam about
Together - birds of a feather
Ride them
The good ones - oh, yes
Instru
Haha, uh..
Man, fuck them bitches & them hoes
& Them n*ggas pussies; camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light
Bitches Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like the Scorpio
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put it over-time, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
& The weed loud, like a lions roar
Stare into the eyes.. The eyes of forever
Hear no evil, see no evil; Helen Keller
No music on. Rock It Accapella.
& I don't need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga countin' money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
Young Money isn't on me, bitch I'm Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me "Tunechi", Mama call me "Tune"
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded; yellow short bus
We do drive by's, we do walk-ups
& Bitch I be so high, I get star-struck
Millz in this bitch, he say "fuck them hoes"
& the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
& I eat some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
Our bodies slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I'm from Eagle Street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder first degree
YMCBM.. We don't give a fuck
You faker them some titties, you getting' titty fucked
Ha, this the best/worst feeling
& Nigga if I die, I die a death worth living
Uh, this that textbook G-Shit
I've been in that water, but I never been sea sick.
Yeah, knock me or knock your face off
Life's a crazy bitch; Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent..
Are you ready?
(Gun click)
I said are you ready?
See you wit me nigga?
DROP DEAD.
(mumbles:) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
'G UNIT'
'Somthin new'
I'm not that nigga in your video
I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes
and Niggaz know, I be on the low
but I miss my dawg
and I twist my drawer
I'm not that nigga that you think you know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg
I be at rite are your crib, right at your door
What up 50?
Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop
so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin
im so hard at nine-teen I bought a benz, I did.
The older niggaz really wasn't feelin the kid
Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib
but you can't hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid
Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo
At six months I told them 'Million go tops on Gar-bo'
Country came around, hes into clappin
country left, same shit started happening
Like 'He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins,
Cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again..
'naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed nigga,
yea I've been gone for a minute, but I'm BACK!'
(damn 50 it's good to see you back in the hood)
you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm doin good
sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
so, I take a quote from menace 'LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!'
I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm holdin something,
I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ?
(oh will you let me hold something?)
nigga you high or something? I don't play games I'm
bout my money nigga buy something!
I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's,
Here nigga take one...
'yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga,
you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?
But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes
when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhatI'msayin?
I don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me
Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin
'50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us' ha ha...
Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!!
All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
I got a million...
OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right now I'm in the zone
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Welcome ladies and gentleman into the demented minds of the Insane Clown Posse
Thank you for joining us for yet another of the many of the amazing exhibits and rides we have to offer you here at the dreaded Dark Carnival
Our story takes place in your city, the characters portray are you and your loved onesso sit back and enjoy our presentation
And remember whats is only our fantasy will one day become your reality and thats our promise to you from all of us here at the world famous Dark Carnival
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...
Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...
[Instrumental]
Good Evening
I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard
Where many excited fans have gathered with candles
Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming from?
It's interesting how, the message in these songs
Is still relevant today
Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics
I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight
When the album will officially be released
Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now
hey baby fizzle snoop doggy dogg dog 4 hizzle ahmad 4 life peace out
Ay what's crackin' baby it's your boy trey songz live & die-react with my home boy you who it is the untouchable
R&B; mixtape king DJ finesse whay's happening we was in the club last night popping bottles getting drunk fucking with a couple ladies
You know what it is baby but now I'm talking to you look trey day drop June 12th and look I'm gone give you a lil preview on how I'm feeling music
You know the rapping thing it might take to get use to but nicely so play with see what ya'll think about it finesse let's drop something freaky
Peace, how you?
I aint mean to be late, it was my night to watch my little girl.
It's chilly out here.
What happened, you cryin?
Ya'll got into it again, huh?
See you gotta let em know, from the jump, I don't care who they are, or who they with.
Yeah, I know they know we talking.
Why don't they just leave us alone?
I know it's hard for them to understand people like us can love each other.
Come on, stop cryin' now.
Oh, there's somethin I gotta tell you, I heard they watchin you, yeah they watching you.
They watchin me too.
But there aint no reason to get low, I'm proud, I'm here.
You know, Imma stand up for you, no matter what; and I konw you'll stand up for me.
I don't have no doub about you bein true to me.
The world is ours, but right now i feel like the whole world is against us.
So study, be strong, don't cry no more.
It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town
The gentle breeze swept the streets
Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks
Have enjoyed for so many, many years
The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies
Into the ears of the sleepy residents
But the unusual was approaching in the distance
Something evil was heading towards this small town
While the residents slept, something crept
Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets
Guided by the moon light
These frightening strangers set up tents and rides
Shows and games, there were savage jesters
And wicked ringmasters
There were horrid freak shows
And sights only the impending doom will witness
They brung with them the carnage
That they had lived with for eternity
The morning is a new day
The people of this town will unwillingly witness
The show of their lives, only rumored to exist
You will be the next to die helplessly
It's the Dynasty niggaz... as promised...
The world's most infamous...
Roc-A-Fella Records...
This is Roc La Familia...
It's Young Hova... Beanie Sigel... Memphis Bleek... Amil-lion...
It's the Dynasty niggaz... 2000 to infinity...
This is ghetto to ghetto.. gutter to gutter..
Street corner to street corner.. project to project..
Worldwide... walk with us niggaz...
Hoffa... Dash... it's the Dynasty niggaz
Check it out...
Uhh... walk with me... talk to me... yo..
The theme song to +The Sopranos+
plays in the key of life on my, mental piano
Got a strange way of seein life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches
Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious
Sunrise and the new day's breakin' trough
The morning of another day without you
And as the hours roll by
No one's there to see me cry except the sunrise
The sunrise and you...
Tired eyes drift across the shore
Looking for love and nothing more
But as the sea rolls by
No-one's there to see me cry... except the sunrise
The sunrise and you...
Sun-rise bless my eyes
catch my soul - make me whole again
Sunrise .. new day.. hear my song
I'm tired of fightin' and foolin' around
But from now on till who knows when
My sword will be my pen
And I'll love you... love ya'... for all of my time
Sun-rise.... bless my eyes
Catch my soul - make me whole again
Sun-rise.... bless my eyes
Catch my soul - make me whole again
Sun-rise.... bless my eyes
Straight out the streets of Memphis, Tennessee
The robbery capital of the U.S.
The Three... 6... Mafi-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Because of they (Mystic Stylez)
They (Lived By They Rep) 'til the end
Causing (World Domination)
And (When the Smoke Cleared), they still was (Unbreakable)
Being the (Most Known Unknowns)
But after winning the Oscar only some would last due to pressure
And be the last man standing
DJ Paul and Juicy J, the (Last 2 Walk)
Smoke it up - what you do, what you do
Drank it up - what you do, what you do
Snort it up - what you do, what you do
Pop it up - what you do, what you do
I can hear the cries
Wishin they could turn back the hands of ti-i-i-i-i-i-me
Ba-a-a-a-a-a-ack...
"Hahahaha! Aww man, get the fuck outta here
Your CD ain't messed up man
I had to fuck wit'cha a little bit
cause I'm gone and I'm lit
But we fin' to give you some bump!"
Gazing at the fire, burning by the water
Before he speaks the world around us quiets.
With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire
He clears the air and cuts it with a feather.
Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire
When he is gone I want to know him better.
No one is forsaken, no one is a liar,
He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water.
He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns,
We are singing and playing, I her him saying.
I remember breezes from winds inside your body
Wake up kids
It's half past the youth
Nothing really changing but the date
You a grand slammer
but you're no Babe Ruth
You gotta learn how to relate
I heard you swinging from the perly gate
I got all answers low and behold
You got the right key baby
Now we move on, we move on a bit in time. Not much, but a
little.
We are now in Paris at the end of the Second World War,
and the allies have come in and liberated Paris and
everyone is having a wonderful time.
It's full of Americans and English and Russians, and
everybody.
And there is a woman who during the war was a nurse, now
she's a prostitute.
I must admit I've always thought there is a connection
between these two.
They both take care of you really, don't they? And she's
plying her trade and cheering up all the soldiers in
Paris.
But there, there was a man she loved, really loved, who's
now dead in a far away grave somewhere.
And sometimes she can't help but think about him, and
then she, she starts to suffer.
And then she turns away and pulls herself together and
gets on with it.
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Welcome ladies and gentleman into the demented minds of the Insane Clown Posse
Thank you for joining us for yet another of the many of the amazing exhibits and rides we have to offer you here at the dreaded Dark Carnival
Our story takes place in your city, the characters portray are you and your loved onesso sit back and enjoy our presentation
And remember whats is only our fantasy will one day become your reality and thats our promise to you from all of us here at the world famous Dark Carnival
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Yeah.
Who'd thought that this little dude right here
Chris Brown
Prissy boy from Tappahannock, Virginia
I ain't think this voice would get me this far.
God pulled a fast one
V.A. this one's for ya'll baby
All my dudes in E-Town stay up
And for my team: Mark Pitts, Tina Davis.
Mom, Dad, I'm gonna make ya'll proud
Aiight
I wanna make sure each and everyone of you give it up for the Queen of Hip-hip and Soul, Miss Mary J. Blige!
{Hey, man, this fool ain't pickin' up
You know who it is do what you do
Ha this is Michelle
Ey, yo Nelly what's up dog, they said the entertainer
Get at me man I been at a holiday
Man I been tryin' to call you 'bout three days
I'd called your cell phone, your pager, your voice mail
Over your mama's house
Your uncle Darell and I paged Kyjuan like three times ya'll
Get at me man I just want to holla' at you playa '
You know I'm out here in Cali
Just doin' it up, hangin' out here you know chillin' trying to
Do a little TV you know how I do it
Rollin' round here in a big body Benz wit two dollars worth of gas
Ha, who said it won't no future in your front?
Getting ready to put it down like that with that country grammer right
I heard about it, using them words like St. Louis. her therr
Put them two capitol R's and evr' thang ha I feel you on that right
I feel you so just get at me so I can do a lil somethin' for you
Flip a few thangs just call me back whatever
You can't get me, call over my Mama's house
They know how to page me
They'll page me to your number
Then I'll call you back or you could just page my cousin Keith
And he'll call my cousin lil' Darrell who got my real pager number
And then I'll you back on his cell phone
Whatever you do playa', do it St. Louis style put it
Last night I saw the fireworks
The kind of pain that never hurts
The one you hate to love is made for you
Another unsuspecting Sunday afternoon
Kanye, can I talk to you for a minute?
Me and the other faculty members was wonderin could you do a lil som...
Somethin beautiful
Somethin that the kids is gon love when they hear it
Thas gon make them start jumpin up and down and sharin candy an' stuff
Yeah, this is the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm Fabolous the album Street Dreams,
I mean we all Street Dream
from sometime to another you know fast cars, cash, women,
living the life, my boy Fabolous
Thurston: Is that you?
Is that you Susanne?
Flash once if it's you.
Lee: Give us a sign.
Thurston: Is that you?
Start blinkin'.
Is this the real light person?
I'd like to introduce Vic Bondi ladies & gentlemen... alright, quiet!
Dude: Okay, no one is more surprised to be here than me.
Uh.. direct from New York City.. Richard Kern and the Black
RUFF RYDERS!! YOU KNOW!!
(Here we go again, baby) Here we go again; fuckin right!
Dark Man X baby, dog for life, for life, for life...
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (
"D, M!" (
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (
"D, M!" (
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (
"D, M!" (
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (
"D, M!" (
I don't fuck with what you sayin 'cause your raps weak
I take the back streets of New York, and run a track meet
To form life from a rap sheet
See that be the flow that's crushin 'em on the L
Jumpin on they fuckin shit, bustin 'em 'til they swell
Then tell, your mother, next time she see her son is never
And I be on yo' dick, if my name was "No Pussy".. ever
Like "The Hulk," but they can't fix me
"Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom," and sly like Bill Bixby
This should be havin niggaz in the emergency
Undergoing surgery, wanting to murder me
When you go, you know you heard of me
And yo' last thought is what you did wasn't worth ya life
It's what yo' ass bought
Caught up in some shit, and I had to let you feel this steel
They found his faggot ass slumped over the steering wheel
You still feeling real? Naw nigga you looking tired
Gone on to sleep baby, 'cause yo' shit is just expired
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (
"D, M!" (
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (
"D, M!" (
O U T K A S T
Live from the center of the earth
Seven light-years below sea level we go
Welcome to Stankonia
The place from which all funky things come
Would you like to come?
Bounce baby
We're bouncing
Bounce
Bounce
We're bouncing
Two times bounce, bounce
We're bouncing
We bouncing
We're bouncing
Bounce
We bouncing baby
We're bouncing
Come on, bounce
We're bouncing
Bounce baby
Bounce
Bounce bounce
Hey baby
Bounce bounce
Let's bounce
Come on bounce
Everybody let's bounce
Let's bounce
We bouncing now
All that bouncing
Niggaz I need from the HL
We got bankhead right here, Southwest Atlanta too strong
Who the nigga with the gauge in ya face?
It's Leatherface in the place, about to hit ya in ya bankroll!
All the niggaz that was poppin before started to rock it
We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes!
Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow, and have them feelin it all over the world
They see the Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!
Me and my niggaz is thorough-bred and every time we pull up in the party we twirl in
Yeah, they be like, "look, look, there go them Bone Thug niggaz"
"I wonder if them niggaz is really some thug niggaz"
And then they start to drink and get a little buzz in em
And then they get to thinkin they can fuck with us niggaz
Now we don't need a lot of bodyguards when we roll
So, you know we packin heaters from the door
Fo-Fo, all I really need to guard my body
And plus I'm with some niggaz all kind of psychotic...
You niggaz is fucked, yeah! That's what ya gonna do?
When ya run up, ya done up, them busta niggaz fools
And we don't play, catch a feelin, bring it yo way!
We them thugs, niggaz really buzzed, nigga all day!
If we have to, yeah, think about the time
When a nigga disrespect mine, where I'm from, then I got to shoot!
St. Clair, yeah! Cleveland's right here!
Hustlin right here, them thugsta niggaz right here!
What, what? Them other niggaz play tenderous, and won't bust!
Not-not me no... no, not me no, I will, bust at will, I'll see ya
Comeback boy, for sayin what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya, see ya
You should have never passed, stay in your place
Mind your bidness or end up needin a witness, yeahhhhhh....
Let me make this the last time, a nigga gotta say this
The original Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play with
We get down for our damn thang, rank us among the greatest
And I'm sendin my shouts out, and fuck you to the haters
Who deny? In 1994 we switched the game up
With the homies with the rappin and the flow that always change up
Playin lames in the games, what a shame, had to hang up
They music careers, cause my clique brought the bangers
These niggaz wanna ride on a coat-tail
They stay on the dick, because we servin 'em so swell
I remember when motherfuckers called it bitin
They used to do that, cause these niggaz couldn't write it
All I'm tryna say is, give a nigga credit
If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga gettin deaded
It's all about respect, remember Layzie Bone said it
Better believe I'ma get mine, I'm dyin as a legend
I'm livin as a legend, if I want it I'ma get it
Nigga, hustle game tight, y'all can't fuck with it
This swagger is so strong, been doin it so long
And nigga it's so cold, with bidness!
We got the (Thugs) on the (Line), and the (Thugs) screamin (Mo!)
When we put it all together, thug niggaz gettin dough
Settin trends in this bitch, like we did it before
Look how far we've come
You're still here
This is us
These are my confessions
Still going strong
Yeah man
{Yeah, its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm
Fabolous, the album 'Street Dreams', I mean we all street dream
The sometime or another you know, fast cars, cash, women, livin' the life
Ripin sound from a pipe
Welcome to the Hidden Stash
Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa
Door opens, says " Ok Ok ", and closes
{they say some stuff that I cant here here}
Bong bubblin
What do u think
Bong bubblin
Welcome to the hidden Stash
Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa
Canabus THC
Bong Bubbling
You wernt exspecting it
Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa
Bong Bubbling
Door shuts
Bong Bubbling
Welcome to the Hidden Stash
Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa
You wernt exspecting it
Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa
Should be played in High volume
preferably in a Residental area
Babopio is Babopio is do about this time
Forgotten in his reich from shadows-
Banned forever, one thought-
The Lord of evil was given name and place
Of the seventh sea, shelter of the seventh key
Who was betraying us? I guess you know
There would be more than one name to name
Now he, whose name is many, searches for the one...
The one strong enough to survive as his terrestial hand
enticement and promise will crown a king-
A puppet on a string- for a 1000 years,
...so they sing...
By Paul Buckmaster
-"OH, DO TRUST ME, COUNT DOWN, YOU'VE CHOSEN THE BEST, AND THERE'S
NO TURNING BACK."
-"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
-"DRINK THIS, IT'LL BE FOR THE LAST TIME, FROM THEN ON YOU WILL NO LONGER
BE ABLE TO SUSTAIN YOURSELF AS A VAMPIRE. I'VE DRAWN YOUR FANGS."
Ayo buck ayo start the motherfuckin track
we let these niggaz i aint got to spit shit at these clown
these fuckin chumps word to mother right now
i'm about to go a head and continue
to make my motherfuckin hits and shit
and do what i do you know that motherfuckin platnum sound
that muder inc sound
[Instrumental]
Previously on Ashanti
Always there when you call, always on time, gave you my,
Baby be mine, Always there when you call...
What's love? It's about us, It's about trust, Babe, What's luv..
Just like a thug, Cause he can't stop, Just cause she loves a
Thug, And he moves just like a thug, Which means he can't stop
Just don't know how to, I said, Moves just like a thug...
Hiiiiiiiiiii.....Murda, It's Murda...
Ooh, There's something I've been thinking that your crew
Should know...
Don't go
, Wastin' my time...Now we're gonna, Now we're
Gonna, Now we're gonna, Now we're gonna....
Every time we break it's murda INC, You know it's love for
Thugs cause thug is in our blood, We don't take no shit, If
They want that shit....
You know it's murda, (Ya) murda, will be right here, cause it's...
And now for our feature presentation
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
Why? For what reason? It actually looks pretty cool, and it goes with the
music. 5,6,7 ga ga ga ga ga ga guh ga ga guh. Uh, I know, that's not it. Well,
that's not so bad. I guess. No. You just gotta get it in u now. I know, right.
I wish I had a lot of stuff in me now. Are u guys recording our conversation. I
get the feeling you are. Are you, Jimmy? What're u talkin about? Just waitin on
u, Jimmy. U can come any time, Jimmy. U sound like Fran Drescher.
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(0:57)
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Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant
I put it down from the gutter to the tenement
It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual, individual
Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical
Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna freestyle fuck that
I need at least seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin' my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that
Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk about paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick
This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas
That remember when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home
Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
[Z-Ro]
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
>From Southwest to Southeast, bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When i come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo
thats the ralph lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flex my biscep then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't eat spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Lookin throwda , nigga ask Trae
Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dunk on a punk just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-e
Got these hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking tool
[Havoc]
Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
I'm going to court for three cases in three places
One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn
The way things is looking I'ma see central bookings
Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time
After reconcurrence for assault 2-9
I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain
Can lead to a motherfuckin suicide thang
And plus my probation, a ill violation
How the fuck did I get in this tight situation?
I'm going all out you know moves I never fake
And fuck the jake, they can catch me at my wake
And if I did burn a bag of blade
Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care
[Prodigy]
Son I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit
I keep livin like this, I might lose it
My man is coming home from doing long ass bids
What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids
It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinkin long range
And see their names in the Daily News third page
They sent a kite to my nigga Killa
It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer
A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin
Behind this gate is a place
A damp dark place
Where sunlight does not shine
A place where people who are different
Who can call home
And what home would be complete without a family?
A family of hideous abominations that with will cast out of your world
The world that drags and boasts of love
The world didn't love when they branded us freekshows
Ahh yes, the deplorable little name we inbraced by tonight
It was you that turned your back on them
And now their going to rip your soul apart
There's no way out now
The mutation process is already begun
Just like that
Whether you change or decompose is no concern to me now
You've been warned
My job is done
As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately
two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has
been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That
major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been
reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of
many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad.
It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,
but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable
blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.
Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper,
because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked
for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!!
Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son.
See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to
be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause
you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before.
There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty
niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole
chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot
more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that
shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these
bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any
motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right
here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our
way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of
motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the
motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers
across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that
live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring
you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with
a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder
of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live
nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you
at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the
fuck you
A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh.
Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this
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Instrumental
{Yeah, its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm
Fabolous, the album 'Street Dreams', I mean we all street dream
The sometime or another you know, fast cars, cash, women, livin' the life
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal (well speak your mind then)
Ok, I will, no one has the right to tell me what I can do with my own body
What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country
And no one can take away my constitutional rights
Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want
Is that what I need to do? (Yea)
Then why isin't alcohol made illegal? Why isin't that
While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver
Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol
Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot
No one ever got killed by pot (you tell 'em, you tell 'em)
God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want
(Anything you want, marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway
What's so bad about feeling good?
There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!)
Yo, stop, look & listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggaz, ain't no hoe in us, the flow is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggaz posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggaz is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids
And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in
Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating
And anybody hating on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers
How could you ever say that I'm washed up
When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Al Watts: Hey all you kids out there! Welcome to Three
Feet High and Rising. Now, here's what we do. The following
contestants... how are you doing, contestants?
Contestants: (General babble, inc. 'Okay', 'Alright', 'Yo Mama')
Al Watts: So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves.
Contestant number one!
Contestant #1 (Dove): How ya doin', Al. Just came all the way
down from Wichita just to be on this show. You know it's
gonna be swell and I'm gonna win all the money. Gonna win all
the money. See ya.
Al Watts: Okay, contestant number 2.
Contestant #2 (Mase): Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase,
I'm from Australia, and I'm just glad to be here.
Al Watts: Okay, contestant number 3.
Contestant #3 (Pos): Hello, my name is, uh, Plug One, and uh,
let me tell you a little bit about myself, I like Twizzlers,
and I like the Alligator Bob, and my favorite movie
is um, Bloodsucking Freaks, just like your mama.
Al Watts: Okay, contestant number 4.
Contestant #4 (Prince Paul): Hello, my name is Prince Paul,
and I'm just... glad to be on the show. Thank you.
Al Watts: Okay. Now we've met the contestants, let's get to
the game! I'm going to ask an amount of four questions, and
the contestants will try to answer them correctly. Now, you
out there in the audience can answer along with them.
How many feathers are on a Perdue chicken?
How many fibres are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit?
What does "touche et lele pu" mean?
How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat?
Now that we know the questions, we'll let the contestants
think them over, and we'll return right after these messages.
It aint no party like a Detroit party,
It aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it aint no party like a Detroit party,
Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas
I heard these niggas is for real
Dog. That's my man and them
But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down
The industry on some shit, on some power shit
Dog that's my mans and them
So what I'm doin'
Right, right
My mans and them is doin, because
Right
That's my mans and them, ya know
I feel ya
Now ya feel me?
I feel ya
So you know when you fuckin with me
Right, right
You fuckin wit
Oh oh, what are ya doin now?
Told y'all niggaz
Ya just don't listen
Why must you be hard headed
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Ya know, grrrrrr
One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
Rap artist and I'ma start this
Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal
Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frotin
When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
The battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
But I'm tastin it now
And never give a dog blood
Because raw blood
I have a dog like one bitin whatever
All up in ya gut
Give it to them raw like that
And ain't no love I do em all like that
Four right up in they back
Clak Clak
Close your eyes baby, it's over
Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but
Nobody knows who did it
What
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
What what
Niggas is pussy
Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Trieed to strike back
Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free
Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003
That Nigga D took it there
He thought it was a joke
He went through like 20 G's and thought that
I was broke, stupid
That's what you get for thinkin and eventually
Found that's what you get for stinkin
Blowin up the spot when you rot
Plus if it gets hot they know you dipped
For four squared blocks
Hit em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who
That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem
Yeh, ohh!
Check me out, look
It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)
And last album, they don't like me to tell this
Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)
That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies
So they can lock us up one at a time
But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines
And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop
I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!
Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable
Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels
That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody
It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty
Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals
And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal
I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK
And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK
Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom
Though I make big money, still handle small problems
The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT
Oh beautiful for spacious skies for amber waves of grain,
(You are listening to a group of children from Africa.)
For purple mountains majesties above the fruited plain,
(Their parents have died from war, famine, and AIDS)
America, America God shed His grace on thee
(I ask all of you who take life and freedom for granted)
And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea
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[Instrumental]
{When you're ready to sing
We step up the microphones
Welcome back
Here we go again
A beautiful girl and some dirty old men
Before we continue the task at hand
Let's go ahead and introduce the band
From the land of volcanoes
The lovely lucia
Her voice will fill you with wonder and fear
She screams like a banshee and she moves like a cat
I could tell you much more but let's leave it at that
The lord of lard
The mighty swine
He loves manchego and a bottle of wine
Also known as raymond watts
He screams out his lungs while his brain slowly rots
The one and only
The great steve white
His morals are loose but his shirts are tight
Challenged by few
Rivaled by none
He's alow down dirty son of a gun
This is the biscuit's crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks
Here's your voice from the underground
Get ready for another round
Nothing new it's the same old shit
If it works this good why fuck with it
Andy selway the master of skins
Often found screwing chicks behind bins
His hobbies include but aren't limited to
Things you and I would rather not do
And here we have jules
The king of guitar
He's only home when he's inside a bar
Rings and spikes and chains and tattoos
He breeds new lifeforms inside his shoes
I am kapt'n K
The korruptor of youth
My word is gospel of the honest truth
I am the father of industrial rock
And if you don't believe me
The phenomena you are about to witness
could well revolutionize your way of thinking
We are presenting startling facts and evidence
that take up where explanations leave off
Some of these revelations will very well go against things you have been taught
And perhaps believed all your life
Listen, heart
Listen close-listen
2 the melancholy
Melody of your own voice
I am weary of my own dreaming
I am tired of waiting
So this time, I'm leaping
I reach-beyond myself 2 see
What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming
Lash myself 2 the
Mantle of my desire-I will
Turn from its temptations
But the wanting takes me higher
I am hurting
Oh, I am not yet born
I am the mother and the father
Of what is not yet known
Darkness surrounds me
Yo what's up?
You've reached MH
Leave a message at the tone
Yo, yo, this Romeo and LDB boy
What's up Bat?
Good evening Ladies and Gentleman
I'm Niah Pitson
I'm standing in front of the historic Manns chinese theatre
where thousands literally thousands of fans, journalists
and well wishers have gathered merely to catch a glimpse
of the artists formerly known as fresh prince.
This album premiere marks Will Smith's return to the world of rap.
The long awaited album entitled Big Willie Style has broken sales records everywhere
from Bangkok to Madagaskar as we all anxiously await the arrival of the man himself.
Oh wait a minute judging from the stir of the crowd
yes he's arrived Ladies and gentleman
Will Smith has arrived
Will Will hey Will real brothers
hey whats up man how you doing
I'm Keith B Real from Keep it Real radio and founding editor of Keep it Real magazine
and motivational tapes we practice what we preach here brother
and that is Keeping it Real.
Now Will let me ask you something
do you think that you make quote unquote real rap music
cause I ain't never seen no Wu dancing wit no singing alien keep it real
Well brother I like to have a good time have fun with the music that I make
you know let people have fun
Fun in times like these anyway keep it real another question if I can move on.
Will you've saved the world two years in a row
do you think you have some sort of supervalistic complex
I'm sorry brother supervalistic
Yeah look it up I ain't got time I'm keeping it real
I mean do you feel that your supervelous than everybody else
Wait hold hold on hey charlie charlie why don't you escort
Mr Real inside sow him to a real nice table
Easy easy
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[The snow covered plains...]
[Early dawn...]
["As the village greets a new day, the old Crow cries atop the pine.]
[Spiritually bounded with nature and all creatures, great and small, the]
[hunting families sense danger as the cry of the old Crow continues. A]
[rumble, at first loud enough to a human ear, grows into a deafening storm]
[of hooves thundering across the frozen tundra. Then bursts into the]
[village, four times five riders clad in in armour black. Swords drawn]
[glimmering int the awakening sun's light. Cries echoes. Throats are slit.]
[Beautiful bodies fall to the frozen ground and limbs of able men are stewn]
[across the snowcovered plains. The blood colours the white snow red. Women]
[and children are brought far north. Hidden under the foliage of a majestic]
[tree, a ten year-old boy. When the shadows ahorse can no longer be heard,]
[he crawls out from his hideout to seek his loved ones. Not a sound. Not a]
[movement. No sign of life...]
Hey, this is Steve Harvey
And I want to thank this brother
For inviting me to be a part of this project
Preacher's Son, Vol.1
And it is music the way I love music
It is soothing, it is grooving
It is the truth, it's old, it's new
It's for everybody
Kinda reminds me of when you
And your mamma used to sit around
And listen to the same songs
This is one of the cool soldiers of hip-hop
[Instrumental]
A child was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite
Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
New York's hip hop movement broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast MC king
But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone
Assassins came in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
Battling from Friday on through to Thursday
Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt
Every confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yo yo
Ay yo Missy
I just came out here a hour & twenty five minutes
on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia
Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears.
What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this
mutha fucka before I bounce.
Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy.
One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit.
Check it out.
Ah hahahah!
I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian
Ahah!Blast! your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with
virgin-akins.
Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh.
If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,& get a little drunk and a
little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas miss
me!
See who is he,that girl right there who is she?
It's Busta Ruhmes and Missy,niggaz when ya come around Missy don't act
like a fuckin' sissy.
No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they
askin' who is he?
I be Busta Ryhmes the pheneminal of get busy,strictly major
effected,ya'll niggaz know the drilly,we gettin' money togetha,trackin'
stacks and then countin' em
Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album
Word up!Flip Mode is the mutha fuckin' squad!
Busta Ryhmes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya.
Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focussed!Keep ya eyes and ears on this
fulfillin' shit,Missy be numba one!
Blossumin',like beautiful flowers on ya'll mutha fuckas!
Stay Tuned.
Alot of people are advocated that the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer.
Thats only because you dont understand whats going to happen to you,
you see its all just a game ladies and gentlemen,
and the quality of your living depends entirely upon your ability to play the game,
and i play the game...
[Rapper #1:]
yo, I made so much money of these mixtape, oh my god!!
[Rapper #2:]
Oh, look at my chain!
[Rapper #1:]
Look at my teeth, look at my teeth!!
[Rapper #2:]
It'z some grill, yo man, yo man, I'm gonna get my grill...
[Rapper #1:]
Let's do this!!
[Scratch:]
[Producer:]
Who tha fuck is makin' money out here, man! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, okay this is how it goes down, from here on now nuthin' goes down unless I'm involved!! No mixtapes, no albums, no car shows, no nuthin!! You screwin your music, I want in, Some bullshit ANR who think he knows tha street gets promoted, I want in!! Anything that comes outta houston, I meen any fuckin' thing from tha block to tha to tha studio to tha stage!! I dont give a motherfuckin flying fuck if it's a lemonade stand, I want in! You guys got real phar while I was gone, but now I'm back and I need mine, ayo, flip let's go and count Fuckin' this money
Don't believe a word,
A word they say.
It's more than a T-shirt,
It's more than a tattoo,
It's more than a phase.
This is how I was raised.
You keep trying to market this feeling.
I heard what you said,
And no were not the same,
No were not the same.
You'll never be a part (of what we have),
You'll never sing a song (that we love),
You'll never get respect,
And you cant fool us
Cause we know what you are.
Dont believe a word,
Yea niggas, Welcome to Dade County
Where we slang rocks that claim blocks
And those red and blue lights just keep our streets hot
C'mon and ride with a nigga so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom you can just run these streets
You and your jewels are like a menu
And trust me nigga we intend to eat
Fuck around and cross that I-395
You just run into a bunch of dead end streets
Niggas with wifebeaters and bare feet
That's right, I'm talking straight goon style
Go beyond that about 3 miles and you're now entering the infamous Lil Havana
Now I know yall studio gangsters be vibing off the movie "Scarface"
But the wrong move in this place, you'll fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana
So fuck them palm trees
I got shit for you to really see
Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with niggas buried 4 generations deep
And I aint even talking about sister lined next to brother
I'm talking granddaddy to grandmother piled up on top of each other
And all that rap about you're Lil Haiti connections?
Nigga you don't even know a real zo
But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
Okay, nigga if you a real G
This is where you tell your car to go
Opa Locka
Where there is continuous spotlight helicopters and a triangle full of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big, they can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from birth to the hurst
That's why my childhood consisted of a bulletproof vest and a pyrex
Nigga, you haven't even seen the real Miami, yet
So Welcome to Miami-Dade County, the real Miami
Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect
We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah
Commonly known to y'all as the RZA
Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD
Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man
For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out
the shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin?
A lot of niggaz trying to take hip-hop
and make that shit R&B;, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin?
Or make that shit funk
Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form
I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest
Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock
Yo, we want to let y'all niggaz know somethin man
To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin?
Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden
Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here
In the pure form, this ain't no R&B; with a wack nigga takin the loop
Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture
YaknowhatI'msayin? (That player bullshit)
YaknowhatI'msayin? All that player dressin up
on this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man
YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here
YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics, MCin
And yo, to y'all niggaz who think you going to become an MC overnight
YaknowhatI'msayin? Better snap out that fuckin dream
Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers
You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded
(Stop runnin up on niggaz with all that wack shit)
Word up man (I'm talking about you MC's)
You ain't no MC; niggaz ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin?
This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx -- we told y'all niggaz back then
And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name
YaknowhatI'msayin? We come out with a style
Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there
YaknowhatI'msayin? It's all good to show love to a nigga
But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Come from your own heart with this shit
And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggaz
We told ya'll niggaz on the fucking Cuban Linx album
Don't bite our shit, y'all niggaz keep biting
Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man
It's time for the Wu revolution right here
To all my niggaz across the world
Raise your motherfucking fist in the air
And get ready for the Triumph
Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit
How y'all doin' out there?
I wanna welcome y'all back
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO
El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man
Yo son
What's good?
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
Slap her?
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
Off the bat?
Off the bat, just backhand her
Why's that, though?
'Cause later on down the line
You ain't never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you --
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"
That's what I'm sayin' nigga
But see the thing is with me
I don't understand how a bitch can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Knawmean?
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That's cause ya game is tight
Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say"
Y'all gonna see doomsday
I'm a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that I'm older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms
Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn
Using a dope then I'm gone back
Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
Cops come for dope it's a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the start
You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life, I'm taking myself
All the achin' I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'
Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time
its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L.
with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me?
and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it
[Verse 1: B.G.]
In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story
I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory
then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City
had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me
then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One
real street niggas was respeccin how it come
then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two
you know the name of em it was All On U
a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto
I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello
I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate
and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake
left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend
had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin
now im back again aint a damn thing funny
this album number eight Life After Cash Money
(Instrumental)
[Woman:]
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater
Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.
Yea motherfucker we got big cat in this
Motherfucker la flare nigga Gucci Mane
The motherfuckin' gotto nigga it's a wrap
Then the whole industry we got
This shit in the fuckin' head lock
Yeah, Gucci we fuckin' this niggas up
Cat we doin' more than fuckin' this niggas up
We fuckin' this niggas hoes we got
More ice than this niggas we got mo money than this
Niggas we independent we making major
Niggas tuck they chain in ha ha ha
I love it make this fuck niggas
Tuck they chain in Gucci
You know how we do, baby
I want to tell you ahh
My nigga just bought me a Jacob
Right that bitch cost 'bout 60
Right that bitch got yellow blue in green stones in it
Hoooooooo
Let Me Show You That I Care
Girl You Feel So Good
You And Me Tonight
Tell Me I Wanna Know If You Can Come With Me
Baby I'm Ready
I'm Ready For Your Love
I Wanna Know If You Can Come With Me
Baby I'm Ready
You Know The Time Is Now
Time Is Right
Don't Be Shy
Spend The Night
And Let Me Come Inside Tonight
Turn Down The Lights
I Wanna Love You Girl
Time Is Right
Don't Be Shy
Spend The Night
And Let Me Come Inside Tonight
Turn Down The Lights
Whoa Girl You Feel So Good To Me
Du und ich,
wir waren immer zusammen,
jeden Tag zusammen, immer.
Ich fühle wirklich
dass ich meinen besten Freund verliere.
Ich kann es nicht glauben
dass dies das Ende sein könnte.
Es sieht aus als ob du es gehen läßt,
und wenn es wahr ist,
okay, dann will ich es nicht wissen.
Sag nichts,
ich weiß genau was du sagen willst.
Deshalb erspare dir deine Erklärungen,
sag mir nichts, denn es tut weh.
Sag nichts,
ich weiß was du denkst,
ich brauche deine Gründe nicht,
sag mir nichts, denn es tut weh.
Unsere Erinnerungen
die können einladend sein,
aber einige zusammen
vielleicht schrecklich.
Wenn wir sterben, wir beide, du und ich.
Mit meinen Kopf in den Händen
sitze ich hier und weine.
Refrain:...
Es endet alles,
ich muss aufhören uns vorzumachen wer wir sind,
du und ich,
This is not a test
This is reality
We're all lying
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Limp Bizkit is in the house
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Who's in the house?
Limp Bizkit is in the house
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day y'all)
Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy
Crack, uhh
Yes, things of that nature, uhh
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not lettin y'all take me out the game
And no I ain't lettin y'all niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK!
... That's right, the welcome mat on the ground ain't the same
Damn right ya homey Joe done changed
Let's be honest y'all niggaz left me to die on that cold December day
BUT, I survived; so much if you thought I
would pull up in the corner and die, not I
... No people, not me
As long as Streetrunner keep makin them hot beats
I +SHIT+ on you haters on that 'Beat Novacane'
Make hits for the ladies with my niggaz Cool and Dre, CRACK!
... Know if you mention the name
You mentionin, Big Pun, Terror Squad and the pain
And the pain has been the only status cat in the game
Relevant, {?} so much niggaz love to take aim
Cause I'm...
Yeah I'm lonely
It's hard bein the only real nigga in this shit man
Cook Coke Crack, Terror era's the Squad cocksuckers
Things of that nature
It's a new regime it's a new day cocksuckers
I spit blaze all, napalm, the mic technician
Coulda blazed y'all but gave y'all a slight condition
Never to defy my wishes
I'm the king of NY, all these other niggaz liars and bitches
Who you know spit dope, with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers come home clappin for me
Ain't no peace on the streets with these Spanish kids
Just another cop beating in Los Angeles
Yup! You guessed it the President didn't say shit
'Nother vacation, chillin in Camp David
And they wonder why the hood's so hot
My pops locked up, my moms cooked rock
And just the other day Lil' Troy got shot
over a 2 dollar dice game, way to lose your life mayne
Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton' Montana forever
Uhh, Kato, yeah - CRACK!
Girls voice:Previously on Pastor Troy
phone rings
Hello
Troy:Is P There
Naw P ain't here
tell him since everybody think they soldiers them down south georgia boys said
lets go to war
then snippets from no mo play in G.A., Pastor Troy for President,the city
Hey, this is Steve Harvey
And I want to thank this brother
For inviting me to be a part of this project
Preacher's Son, Vol.1
And it is music the way I love music
It is soothing, it is grooving
It is the truth, it's old, it's new
It's for everybody
Kinda reminds me of when you
And your mamma used to sit around
And listen to the same songs
This is one of the cool soldiers of hip-hop
[uncredited female rapper]
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last standin Henry Horner
J&J;'s, Harold's Chicken, good finger lickin
While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Kenwood Liquors
The winos crooked stagger
meets the high stride of the youth searchin for the truth
They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims
They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's
They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, bubblin over in brown sugar
They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered
The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended
Our hope has descended and off to the side
Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution
Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution
But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good
[Lupe Fiasco]
A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi
Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim
Dedicated, to my grandmother
Peace! And much love to you
YEAH!! And it start
1st and, 15, proudly present
You know what it is
See.. I got this philosophy right
I think the world, and everything in it
Is made up of a mix, of two things
You got your good, y'know, and your bad
You got your food, and your liquor
That's right.. Chilly Chill!
You already know, it's a long time comin
I give you my.. I give you my heart
My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings
My experience, nuttin more, and nuttin less
Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So
With no further adieux...
[Crowd Chanting]
Swollen, swollen, swollen, swollen
Swollen, swollen, swollen, swollen
Swollen, swollen, swollen, swollen
Swollen, swollen, swollen, swollen
Hom many of you have heard of our group swollen members put your hands up
La, la, la...
Oh, oh
Yeah
Ghetto's what you are
You're my star
You're my superstar
Yes you are
Without you near I can't go
I can't go far
You're my superstar (superstar)
Yes you are
You're the one I need
Yes you are
Let me lay you back (don't you change a thing)
Check out this good talk (whoa, whoa)
Can't fool myself
It's you in my heart (you're my superstar)
You're my superstar
Girl, you're beautiful as you are
Baby you're, you're, you're like a rib from my body
Yeah
Baby you got a wonderful body
Yeah
Ain't gonna read about nobody
All she needs is my body
To keep all the good ghetto love in her body
Yeah
Say yeah
Whoa
Ghetto yes you are
You're my star
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All I can say is
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
[Reporter #1]
He could be the most successful Rap star in America,
His first album sold 4 million copys,
But lately Snoop Doggy Dogg,
is spending more time in the Criminal Courts Building than in the studio.
[Reporter #2]
There has been no shortage of controversy for rapper Snoop Doggy Dogg,
His followers, called the Dogg Pound say they are trying to display a positive image in negative times.
[Reporter #3]
Meantime prosecuters say,
in so they are not planning to drop murder charges against rap music star Snoop Doggy Dogg.
[Reporter #2]
Prosecuters may have to drop murder charges against Snoop Doggy Dogg.
[Snoop]
Yeah,
this is dedicated to niggas who said gangster rap was dead.
Fuck Y'all
Uh yo yo
It was back in '07 did a couple of tapes
Did a couple dvds made a couple mistakes
Didn't know what I was doing but I put on a cape
Now it's which worlds tour should I go on and take
See you told me I would lose but I won
I might cop a million Jimmychoos just for fun
Cause bitches couldn't take what was in me
Australia Sydney, Might run up in Disney
Out in LA wit Lindsey,
Got the eye of the tiger the lion of Judah
Now it's me and my time it's just me and my prime
Everything I try to teach them they gonna see it in time
Tell them bitches get a stick I'm done leading the blind
Got two shows tonight that's Brooklyn and Dallas
Then the private party at the Buckingham palace
Which means I gotta fly like a movie no commercial
As young money cash money yea I'm universal
Chorus:
I hope they coming for me because the top is lonely
What the fuck they gon say oh (2x)
I'm the best bitch doing it doing it (2x)
I'm the good good good good
I'm the best.
Yo yo yo
I remember when I couldn't buy my mother a couch
Now I'm sitting at the closing bought my mother a house
You can never understand why I grind like I do
Makiya and Jelani why I grind like I do
Cause even when my daddy was on crack
I was crack now the whole album crack
You ain't even gotta skip a track
I ain't gotta get a plaque I ain't gotta get awards
I just walk up out the door
All the girls will applaud All the girls will commend
As long as they understand
That I'm fighting for the girls never thought they can win
Cause before they could begin you told them it was the end
But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in
Got two bones to pick ima only choose one
You might get addressed on the second album
Which means you can breathe till I mothafucken say so
To all my bad bitches I could see your halo.
Chorus:
I hope they coming for me because the top is lonely
What the fuck they gon say oh (2x)
I'm the best bitch doing it doing it (2x)
I'm the good good good good
I'm the best eh
It's ok (2x)
Long as you know (2x)
Long as you mothafucka know
I'm the b b b b b b b best
I hope they coming for me cause the top is lonely
What the gon say (2x)
I'm the best bitch doing it (2x)
I'm the best
Yo 'Face, let's set it off
[gunshot]
[Scarface]
It was the day that hell had broke loose, demons in the sky with the {?}
Take over the heavens and burn it over
It's darker than the hearts of men, but I ain't scared cause I'm a soldier
I walk with my weapon across my shoulder
Refuse to live, yet impossible for me to say I'd rather die
Cause I'm a killer with the devil's eye (uh-huh)
I want the world to feel my heart, my heart, my set, my set
And these niggaz who contested me regret that
Poisonin my own breed to terminate yo' offerin
And may they die young and never live to cause {?}
I'm just wrapped up inside a homicidal mindstate
Destined to outrun the time it takes to catch fate
The day that shall come, that thou shalt be done
The day that I run 'til then I smile with the gun
Let off a shot and make the whole world hear it
Murder, I've written in blood, y'all fear it
[Outro]
As I walk through the valley of death I shall
Fear no man but God
Ohh wee
My darlin
Can I make love to you tonight
Sweetheart
I will do you right
I can make you feel so good
Ahhhh shit
Ya’ll know what time it is (What time is it)
It’s the return of the motha fuckin ying yang twins
And you know this is your boy Collipark
And we back on the fifth L.P.
We back in this biz baby, but this time we gonna do it a lil different
For the first half of the album we gonna do it for the die hard ying yang twins fans
The ones that been with us from day one
The second half of the album we gonna team up with my man Wyclef and my man Jerry Wonder
And do it a little different
Make it a little musical for ya'll
So what you can do right now is sit back, grab you some gack, some patron, fire you up a blunt
And all you ladies that like to shake ya ass
You already know its about to go down in this bitch
It’s the motha fuckin chemically imbalanced L.P.
So we free to do it like this
Are you feeling broke, loneley or in need of a reality check?
Well here comes INYA, as you begin the use if INYA,
a side effect may be but is not limited to, a boost in energy,
the erge to bounce, uforia, or a sudden desire to go bird hunting.
Take doses of INYA only as necessary.
Unauthorized douplication, copy, or
distribution of this product will result in a severe beat down by UTP,
INYA ass, and a 2% ass whoopin by some niggas in houston.
[Dr. Trevis] Redman wake up. Wake up Redman wake up.
(ba-ga-goom-ba-gi) This is album three, can you hear me?
(ba-ga-goom-ba-gi) This is Dr. Trevis, can you hear me?
(BA-GA-GOOM-BA-GI) You must stay focused, you must focus your mind
(BA-GA-GOOM-BA-GI) --> repeats 14 times to various jungle/bird sounds
--> Redman continues to chant, explosions are heard
Sound of heavy machinery, something crashing
More explosions and/or things crashing
Sounds get louder and quicker, drowning out chant
Sound of ripping/machinery, lion roars
More crash sounds, lion roars, chanting heard again
Lion roars, crash, machinery
Fall in line
(Let's do this shit, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
It's over, baby, we got to do this shit, we do, we do)
Now, there comes a time when we got to stand up
And fight for what the fuck we want
And that time is now
(We with you, Krayzie, we with you, baby)
Is my niggas with me?
(Hell, yeah, we with you, let's roll, let's do it, let's ride)
Yeah, and I say, we burn this muthafucker down
Suit up and strap up, protect yourself for war
Now, all my niggas rollin' with me
Let me see you pull your muthafuckin' gun out
(Pull my gun out)
And the niggas that's scared
(I ain't fin to run)
This time is not for you to run out
(Get y'all punk muthafuckers outta here, yeah)
(Get outta here, muthafucker, I'm not bullshittin')
(Yeah, yeah, I'm not bullshittin')
Now, some of us will not be comin' back
And some will live on
(I'm a nigga, baby, I'm a nigga baby)
But if you live, nigga, you represent the real
And you tell 'em, that we died strong
But for now, you gotta concentrate on the opponent
No mercy for the opponent
Because the opponent has showed you no mercy
(No mercy, no mercy)
So from this day on, you eat, you sleep, you piss, you drink,war
(The war is on, baby)
Until we have victory over those who oppose the muthafuckin' thug
Especially police
(Fuck the police, muthafucker, buck, buck, buck)
Krayzie, war, let's start the war
[Unverified]
Wear your leather mask on your face if you're ready to ride
[Unverified]
Get your 12 gaug shotgun if you're ready to ride
(I'll keep buckin' at these po po, 'caught 'em, fall down, fall down, fall down)
Shoot the muthafuckin' copper down if you ready to ride
Let's go, uh uh yeah
Yes indeed ladiez and gentlemen by all means
It's the sound of New York's, number one
The biggest drastic, bald headed king
DJ Eeeeeeesss
NS, trip my man Timbaland, Magoo
Another funk Stacey joint, word up, c'mon
Yeah uh uh, c'mon, yeah, yeah c'mon
New York, New York c'mon, ATL Durty South c'mon
L.A. Cats c'mon, DC Cats c'mon
East coast, west coast, SNS go
Who keep ya jumpin'
Who keep ya heads bangin' in all those party's
Who keep ya droppin' them bows
Timbaland, in all those parties
Who keep ya jumpin'
Who keep ya heads bangin in all those party's
Who keep ya droppin' them bows
Timbaland, in all those parties
It's me y'all, it's me y'all
It's me y'all, DJ SNS y'all
It's me y'all, it's Mag n' you ya'll
It's, it's us y'all, pricky pricky
Pricky pricky, pricky
Yo what's up?
You've reached MH
Leave a message at the tone
Yo, yo, this Romeo and LDB boy
What's up Bat?
[Instrumental]
The Violent Femmes, they bring all their equipment on the bus. And you can't fuck with the Violent Femmes. You can not fuck with this band.
This is the intro
Why are you looking hard with a hood on and timberland boots
Staring at me for one hour -
- when you could walk up and shake my hand? WHY?
Why are you making those mean faces in your videos
With the fish lens effects? WHY?
Why do you walk in the clubs with 30 people around you
And stand in the corner, with big bodyguards for no reason? WHY?
Why do you pull up, in valet parking, with your benz, that is rented?
Fronting on a cellular phone that doesn't work WHY?
Why are you smirking up your face, making obnoxious facial scenes
Like I supposed to be scared (supposed to be scared) WHY?
Who are you? (who are you?)
I circle like sharks while y'all panic
I cruise the atlantic
Y'all think I'm spaced out
human from the earth planet
That's right tomorrow I plan to boo your shows in the apollo
You follow, in the crowd the audience is hollow
Never ending while I'm mind bending resending you the first verse
That you was worse, a drag queen with a purse
unrehearsed Don't try to reverse, harsh words send you to a nurse
Emergency with urgency, non-wrappable comics and
Half of y'all out there got me vomitin (bleh)
Turnin islamic and dominican, indian cambodian watchin nickelodeon tv
You see me lookin at me grabbin my pee-pee, y'all still sleepy
With hard faces tryin to look creepy?
You are the monsters of the original mr. softie, ice cream trucks
{*sung - background*} open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
{*this line unclear*} why are you hating the player ? ? ? ? ? ?
Why can't you see that your fakin is weak?
Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
Why?
Your exaggeration perpetration levels are at exaggerating full speed
Why must I answer to you evil monsters?
{hey keith, we, are the official, haters
And you have sunken into the official hating zone
In which you witness the most salt shaking
Behind your back speaking
Record criticizing cock blocking
In the club costume jewelry wearing
Valet parked lexus renting
Undercover, star-struck
No game-having fake versace shirt wearing
Motel hell living
False muslim being, jungle fever having
Pork-eating demon people
Our purpose here on your planet is to bring you down
If you can evade this evil, you will be the man}
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Instrumantal]
Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
C'mon push baby, one more time
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!
... the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat
God damnit, what the fuck are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuckin control him
(All you fuckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, I'ma send his motherfuckin ass
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
Take your black ass, the fuck outta here)
otherfucker, you are fuckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)
Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!
What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get...
Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
is you wit me?
Motherfuck is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherfuckin floor!
Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move nigga!
Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch?
Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no mroe
We'll see
Never say, never say, never say never
Never say, never say, never say never
Never say, never say, never say never
Never say, never say, never say never
Never say, never say, never say never
Never say, never say, never say never
Never say, never say, never say never
Once again coming for the game
Who can stop me now?
First and foremost, I'd like to apologize to the public
For allowing y'all to endure (Sosa)
All that watered-down, over-proofed thug shit (Sosa)
See when you in the inside looking out
It's hard to see the person on the outside looking in (Sosa)
Let me express myself
(Verse 1)
The first bars I've ever spitted I scarred the game
Since then all the jewels and the cars done changed
Had to circumcize the snakes, disregard their names
So when i spit now, I involve the pain
Convinced every religion that the God done came
To me, it's '88 and I'm as large as Kane
No need for spotlights, trying to dodge the fame
Already got lice so why try massage my brain
BBS's, clustered up carved in my chain
Freezing the same flesh, once i'm dead and desolve in flames
Honor the name, Sos' love drama the same
So all y'all claim to be realer niggaz, calmer than came
Hear this
I'm unemotional, my eyes is tearless
No regrets, my only threat is that I die careless
Catch me, fuck sales long as the streets accept me
It's respect before the money if I'm on correctly
Vet status
Crown Sos' the best at this
Holla, this hot shit be the next classic
You cant tell me you dont miss bobby,
You cant tell me you dont love bobby,
No more, no more
You cant tell me you dont miss bobby,
You cant tell me you dont love bobby,
No more, no more (you cant tell me you dont miss bobby)
You cant tell me you dont miss bobby,
You cant tell me you dont love bobby,
No more, no more
You cant tell me you dont miss bobby,
You cant tell me you dont love bobby,
[Instrumental]
(To the music of Strange Days of Uncle Jack)
Southern California, are you ready?
From the gutters of Hollywood, California
Will you welcome
The glam
slam
kings of noise....
POISON!!!!
Instrumental
[Music: RodRIGO Gonzalez/Words: Sabina Classen]
Imprisoned in the mind's wall
of a sadness far away
Empty thoughts of darkness
fill the everlasting day
Exploding from the realm
into the structured life
The undulating feelings
of transformation of strife
This is my Disorder Of The Order
Das ist nicht Weihnachten, wir werden jetzt eure H?user verbrennen
Das ist Musik aus einer Gegend, die die Deutschen nicht kennen
Das ist wie Krebs, der die Zellen frisst
Guck mich an, ich bin Nemesis, tok tok, h?r mal, wer da h?mmert, bitch
Das ist die Panik nach dem World Trade Attentat
Das ist die Angst wie wenn das B?se aus dem Schatten trat
Das hier ist nicht normal wie Kinder bei der Therapie
Denn dieser Junge ist der Inbegriff der Hierarchie
Das ist wie das Ende der Welt
Denn ihr habt nichts in der Hand, was den Rebellen noch h?lt
Ich bin zum T?ten verdammt
Und euer Plan mich aufzuhalten ist jetzt fl?ten gegangen
Oh mein Gott, das ist Hip Hop’s Untergang
Es ist aus, ich spiel mit Hip Hop Boomerang
Guck dich an, du willst gern schwarz sein, Junge nein
Someone
Should take your microphone
See yeah one
Should take your microphone
The dumbasses know that taking money is all good
But I know as well that if they don't bring it they die
Welcome to the album!!!
Intro
[Chapelle]
Our keynote speaker is about to come on and I just wanted to say a few words
about him and you all know who he is... Talib Kweli! Please, hold your applause
until the end. We are GLAD to come and hear you speak. We love it! Kweli
doesn't like me to talk about this but one time we were driving through the
Mississippi delta and there was a brotha runnin up the side of the road and he
didn't have any shoes on. He didn't have a shirt on and I started to drive
right by this man. Kweli said "Stop the car because that brotha might be in
trouble" and I stopped the car. Kweli said to the man he said "Brotha are you
ok do you need a ride somewhere?" and the man looked at Kweli and said
"Shhhhhh... I'm escapin!" and Kweli took him by the hand and said "My brotha
you didn't get the memo, we have been free for some time now" well I'm wisinen
up. Please welcome good friend, scholar, ghetto philosopher, three time Nobel
peace prize winner, first black man to pilot an aircraft, the nigga that made
up the Nike swoosh, the man that made Koolaid say "oh yeah!" Brooklyn's own...
Head...sex-sexy, arms...sexy, super flat stomach ahh perfect, hips no no we need like hips hips.
There we go okay.
Umm ass...nope not big enough, ass...nope not big enough, ass...okay yep perfect k perfect looks good.
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yo yo
Ay yo Missy
I just came out here a hour amp; twenty five minutes
on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York amp; Virginia
Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears.
What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this
mutha fucka before I bounce.
Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy.
One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit.
Check it out.
Ah hahahah!
I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian
Ahah!Blast! your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with
virgin-akins.
Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh.
If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this, amp; get a little drunk and a
little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas miss
me!
See who is he,that girl right there who is she
It's Busta Ruhmes and Missy,niggaz when ya come around Missy don't act
like a fuckin' sissy.
No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they
askin' who is he
I be Busta Ryhmes the pheneminal of get busy,strictly major
effected,ya'll niggaz know the drilly,we gettin' money togetha,trackin'
stacks and then countin' em
Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album
Word up!Flip Mode is the mutha fuckin' squad!
Busta Ryhmes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya.
Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focussed!Keep ya eyes and ears on this
fulfillin' shit,Missy be numba one!
Blossumin',like beautiful flowers on ya'll mutha fuckas!
Stay Tuned.
(ooooooohhh... on the tlc tip -intro-)
Yeah i, I've seen those girls
I think they look pretty cool
But, you know, one thing i, I ya know...
That whole attitude about, ya know
Dressing in the baggy clothes
It's, I dunno i, I'm not into that
I think it's kinda, kinda lame, ya know
But, ah, maybe it's just one of those, you know, those black things
That, that people really get into, ya know
It's just a fad I think
They don't really look like, ya know, women really
They just look like, like they're trying to be
Ya know, just something else than what they really are
I dunno
[Instrumental]
Take the power
And enjoy the dance hour
You're now entering the world
Of today's technology
This is a special tribute
To all the party people
Around this planet
Welcome to the world of rhythm
Once upon a time
But not too long ago
There was a new liter of puppies
At a place called the dog pound
They were all very cute and adorable
As all puppies are
But in this liter there was one special puppy
Why was I planted here?
A thorn in the world's side
Working stealthily
Until my time arrives
No one knows my real name
I'm a threat to all
Although I seem so tame
The quiet man who fixes the shoes
I await the call that awakens me
To my true purpose
I must never tell
Keep my secret well
Day by day I find
No one sees my mind
When they tell me that it's time
I won't have to act so kind
Then the world will know
These events will show
Who will win? who will lose
But for now I will hide
All this angst I have inside
A symphony of color
Painted on a western sky
The thunder roars and the rain it falls
Over fields, over streams, over us,
You're over us...
Expressions of Your glory
Expressions of Your heart
In all You are
You speak to us
Expressions of Your love
A message sent from Heaven
Walked among us as a man
The Son of God and Light of the world
Love divine, crucified, (and) made alive,
You're alive...
Oh Jesus make me
An expression of You
Expressions of Your glory
Expressions of Your heart
In all You are
You speak to us
Instrumental
Well my name's Roberto Flores
But my homeboys call me Lil' Rob
Well my name's Roberto Flores
But my homeboys call me Lil' Rob
I'll drop these lyrics on your mind
With this crazy unic style of mine
Now some may say I'm bad
And some may say I'm cool
Either way it's all okay
I do this just for you
Well my name's Roberto Flores
But my homeboys call me Lil' Rob
We're faster, we're falling
We're stopping and stalling
We're running in circles again
Just as thing were looking up you said it wasnt good enough
But still we're trying one more time
Maybe we're just trying to hard, when really its closer than it is too far
'Cause i'm in too deep, and i'm trying to keep
Up above, in my head
instead of going under
'Cause i'm in too deep, and i'm trying to keep
Up above, in my head
instead of going under
instead of going under
Seams like each time it meet you i lose my mind,
because i'm bending over backwards to be late
Its one thing to complain but when your driving me insane
Well then i think its time that we took a break
Mabey we're just trying to hard, when really its closer than it is too far
'Cause i'm in too deep, and i'm trying to keep
Up above, in my head
instead of going under
'Cause i'm in too deep, and i'm trying to keep
Up above, in my head
instead of going under(x3)
I cant sit back and wonder why, it took so long for this to die
And i hate, when you fake it
You cant hide it you might as well enbrace it
So believe me, its not easy
It seems that somethings telling me...
'Cause i'm in too deep, and i'm trying to keep
Up above, in my head
instead of going under
'Cause i'm in too deep, and i'm trying to keep
Up above, in my head
instead of going under
instead of going under again
instead of going under
instead of going under again
instead of going under again
[Instrumental]
Thank you to the people in my life
For putting up with me
And thank you for the time you sacrificed
All on account of me
For all the times I didn't say
The times I didn't say
For all the times I didn't say
Times I didn't say
Fuck you to the jaded and the fake
Like to see what you would do
Fuck you and the judgements that you make
We're not all perfect just like you
Like you
Like you
For all the times I didn't say
Times I didn't say
For all the times I didn't say
The times I didn't say
All the times I didn't say
All the times I didn't say
Thank you to the people in my life
[Instrumental]
"And folks, if you take a look out the right side of the plane You see a cloud that looks exactly like Badly Drawn Boy..."
("Oh my god"..."Dude"..."That really does look just like him"..."That guy's everywhere".)
[Talking: Omarion]
What up y'all
It's the one and only aka Luke Skywalker
Embrace the awakening (I'm on some new shit)
Yo look this is not an experiance
This is my life
Open up to you guys like a book
Let's read
And it reads (I'm on some new shit)
It's time to revalate our boundaries
Our perceptions
And change everthing (I'm on some new shit)
I am fearless and unafraid
This is... the awakening
[Talking: DJ Drama]
You know 'Mari
Alot of artist have come on go
Since you've been here
I mean since you were a young boy (man)
Alot of artist that's still here
Even had a chance to wake up
They still sleepin'
Career and everything
So with that bein' said
I got you on this new beginning
This new music
This new movement
This is the awakening
-Hey son?
-Hey dad.
-Son, whos your favorite rapper and who's your favorite rap group?
-You are, cause you the real ice cream man and my favorite rap group is T.R.U. cause I'm true 2 da game.
-Aha, I'm true 2 da game too son. You did your homework? You got any studying to do?
-Yea dad. Studying this, just how to be a true playa. Wanta ask me some questions?
-Yea son. Let me see this. Oh they didn't have questions like this when I grew up son, but I guess whatever
it takes to make you be a man son. I'm all for it. Son, the first question is, if you rap about another
rapper on a record, what are you?
-You a sucka!
-Aha, you got that right son. Next question. If you hate another for being successful, what are you?
-You mean like, you rollin in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you, the pigs be pulling you over cause you
be black and you be sittin on triple gold, like the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out?
-Yea son, what is that, what you call that?
-Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA.
-Huh, you got that right son. Look like you gonna past this test, but I got one more question for you. Son, if
any man depends on another man and can't think on his own, can't survive on his own, can't take good care of his
family, you know what I mean son. I mean, you were put in this world by yourself, you're supposed to depend on you
and nobody else. I mean son, when a man can't function on his own and put his problems on another man, son, what type
of man is that? What do you call that type of person?
-Dad, can I curse?
-Son, if you have to express yourself. Tell me, what type of man is that?
-That a punk ass bitch
-Hehehe, damn little P, you bout it, bout it, just like your daddy. Oh wait, one more question before I leave though.
What you wanna be when you grow up?
{Yeah, its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm
Fabolous, the album 'Street Dreams', I mean we all street dream
The sometime or another you know, fast cars, cash, women, livin' the life
[Instrumental]
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually
Verse one: consequence, q-tip
Yo i ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
(what's your name?) consequence, i'm tight, burnt like flames
(and why's that?) american dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember
Shatan got you caught in the storms of december
And brothers on the block packin nines like september
Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender
Yo i be on the avenue where they be actin brand new
I'm splurgin on these reebok joints for shorty boo
All of a sudden, i saw these two kids frontin
Talkin out they joints but they wasn't sayin nuttin
My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly
Ahh ahh, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good
I'm glad that y'all givin it up for him, y'all givin it up for him
That's good -- y'all make me want to cry or somethin
Alright ladies and gentleman, tonight is a special night
For one thing let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ahh-hahhh
And tonight, you're going to see that you never seen before
Somethin that, that nobody in the history of rap ever set theyself to do
This fuckin guy, that I speak to you about, is somethin crazy
He's somethin insane, he's the greatest performer every-since
Uhh, what's the guys name? (Ol Dirty!!)
Ahh, da, ahh, James Brown, he's bad, and he's a cool guy
And you'll really need him, I mean need to really get to know him
Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns
From the moons of Pluto, back down to earth
Ladies and gentleman, one more time, give it up for
The Old Dirty Doggy, I mean, the Ol Dirty Bastard
I love that guy!
(Ol Dirty!!)
Yes, how y'all doin out there?
I wanted y'all to know that tonight is a special night
Cause I'm happy to be living, you know
A nigga tried to shoot me down and shit
You know and, I don't know man it just feel good to be here man
YouknowhatI'msayin?
And I wanna let all y'all know I love you man, I love all y'all
You know, but
But I really came here tonight
For one reason
Just cause
I don't need to cry
I don't need to cry, dub you can play that shit man, play it man
I'm tired of this shit, remember the time I told y'all
When I got burnt, gonorrhea
Well this bitch, there's a new bitch goddamnit
Ohh, bitch burnt me again with gonorrhea
So I didn't get burnt one time I got burnt actually two times
When you really look at it
Yeah, I love the girl but I had to cut the bitch off
Yeah the bitch died, I killed the bitch
She suffered a long pain bitchy ass go bitch had to go
I I knew the bitch for ten minutes of her life
But the pussy was good! Yes the pussy was good!
I just want you to know girl!
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ for you girl
The first time, ever you sucked my dick
Thank you thank you!
I felt, the earth tremble, under my balls
Somethin shot out of me real fast
First time
Nah I'm just kidding witch'all
How y'all feelin, listen to the album cuz it's BANGIN
We have only thirty-five chambers, there is no thirty-six
I know that, but, I want to create a new chamber
Hold up, wait a minute
Ya know what’s goin’ on when Krutch is in it
Move over, beg your pardon
Krutch gonna get this party started!
Written by Trevor McNevan, Steve Augustine, & Joel Bruyere ©2004 Thirsty Moon River Publishing (ASCAP) / TeeRawk Music (ASCAP/SOCAN) / Pockethood Publishing (ASCAP/SOCAN) / Spinning Audio Vortex (BMI) / WhatTheWhat Music Publishing (BMI/SOCAN)
HIStory Tour Intro/Medley
Song in order of appearence: Scream, They Don't Care About Us, & Scream.
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Scream:
Tired of injustice
'M tired of these schemes
These lives are disgustin'
So what does it mean? Dabbi
Kickin' me down,
I got ta git up.
As jacked as it sounds,
The whole system sucks. Dabbi
With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream?
Your bash abusin' victimise within the scheme.
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize.
Somebody please have mercy, cause I just can't take it!
Stop pressurin' on me.
Jus' stop pressurin' on me.
Stop pressurin' on me.
Make me wanna scream.
Stop pressurin' on me.
Jus' stop pressurin' on me.
Stop pressurin' on me.
Make me wanna scream.
I'm tired of ya tellin',
The story your way.
It causes confusion.
You think it's ok. Dabbi
You're changin' the rules,
You're playin' their game.
Can't take it much longer,
I think I might go insane!
Now baby!
With such delusions don't it make you wanna scream?
Your bash abusin' victimise within the scheme.
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize.
Oh father please have mercy, cause I just can't take it!
Stop pressurin' on me.
Jus' stop pressurin' on me.
Stop pressurin' on me.
Make me wanna scream.
Stop pressurin' on me.
Jus' stop pressurin' on me.
Stop pressurin' on me.
Make me wanna scream.
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They don't care about us:
Skinhead, deadhead.
Everybody gone bad.
Situation, aggravation.
Everybody allegation.
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my life?
I have a wife and two children who love me.
I'm a victim of police brutality, no.
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate.
Your rapin' me of my pride
and for G**'s sake
I look to heaven to fulfill this prophecy.
Set me free!
Skinhead, deadhead.
Everybody gone bad.
Trepidation speculation.
Everybody allegation.
In the suite, on the news.
Everybody dog food.
Black man, black mail
Throw the brother in jail
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
Hoooooo!
Everyday, create your history.
Some things in life they just don't wanna see.
But if Martin Luther was livin',
he wouldn't let this be! No no!
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about . . .
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about . . .
All I wanna say is that,
They don't really care about us
---------------------------------
In The Closet:
Keep it in the closet.
She just a lover,
Who's doin' me by.
It worth the givin'
It's worth the try.
You cannot cleave it,
Put it in the furnace.
You cannot wet it.
You cannot burn it.
(Spoken) One thing in life you must understand,
The truth of lust, woman to man.
So open the door and you will see.
There are no secrets make your move set me free.
Ah, because somethin' about you baby
That makes me want to give it to you
I swear there somethin' about you baby, oh.
(Spoken) Just promise me
Whatever we say or do to each other
For now we make a vow to just
Keep it in the closet
Welcome
We have been expecting you! Hahahahah
[Dre] Dogg Pound... are you motherfuckers ready?
*gun cocks*
[Kurupt] Geyeah!!
"Like we always do about this time"
*gun cocks*
The following material has been rated next
By the Divine Mill association
It is intended for a mature audience
Parental discretion is advised
Through our journey you will be experiencing
Sounds like(woman: Ay Papi)
And even shit like (woman moaning)
Hell you might even get some (woman moaning)
And a little (woman: I love you give me more)
Pale pubescent beasts roam through the streets
and coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds with stiff knee-length skirts
and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate my type hibernates
in bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love
Young, uniform minds in uniform lines
and uniform ties
Run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire
they cannot disguise
While I try to find words as light as the birds
that circle above
To put in my songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
(Take me)
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Suddenly, I am in front of the lights
I can't unlove you (you, you, you, you)
He said, your amazing
She said, then why you waitin'?
(Be good, be good, be good, be good)
Show some positivity (zoom, zoom zoom)
Show me some positivity
We'll be together, come whatever
Not just staring at the stars
These are headstrong, crazy days
When your mind's made up and the music plays
Its like shad mosses diary i've been dealing with the price of fame from the the begining
of this year until now even til this even til this day every artist goes through that point
you know what ever happens happens umh that mental break down im dealing wit the price of
fame i was like i hear that term all the time but i dont think people really understand
[Instrumental]
Dit dit dit dit dit dit dit
Concert, concert tonight
(The Paper Route "INTRO")
Mack 10 the nigga, He's a strait up motha fuckin G, Runnin through the hood up
to no good, flossing in his cheese(*repeat*)
Kool Savas - Album Intro (vom Neuen Album)
(Ihr, ihr, ihr)
Ihr habt lang genug gewartet, dass ein Album erscheint,
Frei von gebiteten Beats und peinlichen Reims.
Peinlichen Lyrics, die keiner peilt und keiner versteht,
mit peinlichen Texten von peinlichen Punks, wie MC Rene.
Peinlich für Deutschland, dass jeder Horst hier Platten releast,
um sich dann noch zu fragen: „Warum ist die Lage so mies?“.
Nicht wegen Napster und MP3 oder Kids ohne Geld,
sondern einfach, weil den Kids die Mucke nicht mehr gefällt.
Nehmt meinen Flow, baut drauf auf,
baut was auf, bringt was raus, raucht euch auf.
Ihr braucht - keine Demos, um politisch zu denken,
sondern mir nur das Mic zu geben um die Szene zu entern.
Egal wie sehr ihr vom Herzen rappt und bescheiden ihr tut.
Eure peinliche Art zu reimen ist scheiße genug.
Statt zu fragen, ob ich Samy mag und denke er hat Flows,
frag mich: „Wieso ist deutscher Rap so sinnlos wie Aaliyahs Tod?“
Ich hab – keinen Plan, alle – reimen lahm
und sind nur auf ihre Müll-Flows eingefahren.
Ich komm mit - Reims im Arm, wie – Mütter mit Kids
und such nach - besseren Crews, doch find sie sicherlich nicht.
Du bist kein Rapper, sonder nur ein kleiner Penis wie Clipse
und verschwindest nach einer Single gleich im ewigen Nichts.
Während du dir den Kopf zerbrichst, warum es kracht, wenn es donnert,
sind wir leider schon Optik-mäßig auf die Sachen gekommen.
[Instrumental]
instrumental
This is an instrumental piece.
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah,
Here we go one more time,
For all you ballers and ballette's out there,
The saga continues,
We took a little break,
But we back now,
It's our turn now
The first up to bat,
Is that nigga... They call... MASE
Yeah, you heard me right... MASE
Yeah, and if you don't believe it,
Double Up motherfuckers
Let's go
[Instrumental]
What is this?
I have no idea
Okay welcome, follow come in okay single file, watch your step,
Welcome to Kelis's world
You've entered?
Don't touch that!...
Yesterday, we were born
We took your stereos by storm
In just one day,
Through all the scorn and the hate we'll penetrate your homes and domes
With just one take
And now we're here let the games begin
Get ready, start, let's play
We''ll win this race
This is the new beginning
The empire strikes back
Learn from losing
Cherish winning
Forever
No weapons formed against me shall prosper,
And every tongue that shall rise against thee,
In judgement,
Thou shall condemn,
No instrument of war which is formed against you would be of any use,
And every tongue that says evil against you,
Will be judged false
I'd like to welcome you...
to - Utopian expierence
Of The Heart, Of The Soul & Of The Cross
I'd Like to say what's up to God...
I'd Like to say what's up to God...
Oooo Oooo
(We 'bout to get it poppin')
Oooo Oooo
(We 'bout to get it poppon')
Oooo Oooo
Now take it to the floor
I know you like it so tell
The DJ keep it rockin' like
Oooo Oooo
I know you heard of me
Interscope gave me the deal
Soon as they got word of me
Oooo Oooo
Baby please understand
Cant have U all up on me
I roll with some killers man
Oooo Oooo
Polow and Timbaland
I'm in the middle like Mody
They just my homies man
Oooo Oooo
I see her muggin me
She dont want no problems
I got a lil bit of thug in me
Oooo Oooo
(We 'bout to get it poppin')
Oooo Oooo
(We 'bout to get it poppin')
Oooo Oooo
Now take it to the floor
Move it dont stop it
Now tell the DJ keep rockin' it like
Oooo Oooo
ATL born and raised
Too many claim the A
And ain't really from the A
Oooo Oooo
Just sayin what I feel
Rep where U from not where U live
Baby keep it real
Oooo Oooo
You look like U new to this
Dont even have it cuz U dont know wat to do with this
(You's a rookie)
Oooo Oooo
Henny and Apple Juice
Thats what U give me
If U really tryin to get me loose
Oooo Oooo
Thank you for turnin me on
(Mannie Fresh)
Have you ever met a balla in whole damn life
Wit plenty money, plenty bitches, and a whole lot of ice
I'm that nigga man, tha one they talkin about
I'm that nigga man, wit tha big ass house
Move over, Range Rover
I f**kin told ya
(Bullet Proof)
Bubba gotta brand new solja
(Mannie Fresh)
Who bought this bitch, Cash Money man
Let's start this bitch tha new hurricane
See tha niggas ain't gone like that
But tha bitches gone ride that
(Bullet Proof)
Big money is heavy weight
That's Fresh and Big B
Two uptown shinners, numba one stunna's
Fresh got a Berban, Baby got an all black Hummer
Bought a Jag for tha summer, green wit tan leather
TV's in tha head rest, 20's on tha compressor
So much ice in B's Roley you can't get a slow glance
He ain't have no money in his bank account till tha over flow came
My Uncle Prime got a 5 and it's top of tha line
19 inches cause 20's f**ks up tha ride
I'm worth millions, I'm a balla dog
Rolex full of diamonds I'll blind ya dog
17 wit 7 cars I'm a shina dog
I'm an Uptown shina, neighborhood hunter
Red Hummer, Blue Hummer they both on chrome
Whoa!, I got a million minutes on my Prime Co. phone
I'm an Uptown shina, neighborhood hunter
Red Hummer, Blue Hummer they both on chrome
Whoa!, I got a million minutes on my Prime Co. phone
(Wayne) Now on the left side
(Fresh) Y'all girls deserve better
(Wayne) Now on the right side
(Fresh) Buy them all Gucci sweaters
(Wayne) Now in the front
(Fresh) Drink Cristal til you fall
(Wayne) Now in the back
(Fresh) Y'all niggas gon' straight up ball
(Wayne) Now on the left side
(Fresh) We sittin on chrome
(Wayne) And on the right side
(Fresh) Plenty Prime Co. phones
(Wayne) And in the front
(Fresh) Well if it's on then it's on
(Wayne) Nigga in the back
(Fresh) Them some bitches I would love to bone
Yeah
Finally famous in this
yeah
(Chorus)
Do I really need an intro
Cause dey know, dey know, dey know
Do I really need an intro
Who I am, Who I am, Who I am
Do I really need an intro
Dey know, dey know, dey know
Do I really need an intro
Who I am, Who I am, Who I am
All I get is respect, as soon as I eject the vehicle
I bet you cannot detect, the scratch of a defect
From where the streets feast at, but made it out the belly of the beast without a C-sect
I'm so straight up, I'm so erect
Hype off that action, I'm so direct
I know it's a hundred thousand niggas up in Michigan
Doing it, but where I lack in talent I make up for it in discipline
And go hard, so hard til nobody else is on my sonar, radar, or lane cause I Bogart
Nowadays all we do is classic, Mozart
Outta here, it would be polite to send a postcard
I meant a post heart, yall niggas post hard
So lost co-star, coast off au revoir
I mean look at all we been in
And I look up in the mirror like boy you aint even finished
(Chorus)
Do they really need my info, to show them what they in for
I'm recognized like kinfolk, even when my brim low
I come from where that life talk, where dat where dat knife talk
D-town, be brown, more money than white chalk
and on them nights how we grind til its light out
grind til the sunset, til my grandson set, yup
yeah, man my kids gone have the good life
good days, good nights, and not the wish I could life
strongest survive it, they see he trying to make something outta nothing
they like damn he Macgyver
Damn he go live, but too good to try and let up
and im better than whoever put together
It's all about the hairline and it's all about the game
Don't ask me to say my name
Don't ask me to share my fame
it's all about the flashlights, it's all about the flames
You took the bait and now you looking like a fool
Don't ask how we do it so cool
Don't ask us to break the rules
it's all about the bassline, it's all about the clues
It's all about the hairline and it's all about the game
Don't ask me to say my name
Don't ask me to share my fame
It's all about the flashlights, it's all about the flames
You took the bait and now you looking like a fool
Don't ask how we do it so cool
Don't ask us to break the rules
Randomdidit randomdidit
Ahahh it's just a mixtape
Unhh, these niggas so disrespectful singin I'm a fall off
Homie am special never do I call off
Built from the ground up no body gave me nothin
Am a self-made young and shitin on em grab your huggies
Put me up againts em man I swear I'm gonna smash em
Mash potatoe like get it yeah I'm a mash em
Trash em bash em da boys in da 90's
Niggas way behind me yeah I lah ehh
Cook me up a beat I swear to god I'm a beast it
And now am on my jim flow eatin all my weadest
And I can't be defeated you chef it up I eat it
I'm soundin like am angry well yeah I got my reasons
Under-rated since the age of 12 I been amazin
Labels signin youngenz am like drizzy thank me later
C-c-catch me in my morrow p-p-purin on em haters
Mad because I'm grindin and then am gettin to this paper
18 I bought a benz 20 damn I bought a house
Lost it all and got it back am stackin up my bank account
All the girls just luh me I pretty boy swag
U'd think that I was Dream the way I throw it in the bag
20 cape up on my wrist and yeah I be stuntin
I keep security on deck in case them haters comin
I never no days no off I keep my engine runnin
I keep goin in goin like the energizer bunny
I get back to the money the money is the motive
And money bring the girlies am a pyssies luh da ocean
My flow is smooth like lotion I know these haters hopin
That I fall drop the ball hell no am wide open
Star can't CEO passed it give and go
When I'm in da club dey be like eannie meannie minnie mo
Gimme mo' other roll ladies get it on da floor
After party in my crib or we can hit da condo
Put a view u and u yeah u u too
We can make a movie and we post it up on youtube
Now am just playin onless u gon do it
And girl what you sayin rewind it and review it
Back too this music shit don't mean to be rude
But would you please stop comparing me to all of these dudes
Am me am me in da class of my own
Pound for pound no for no yeah am aiming for the throne
Only 23 gettin better with time
Like moscato [?] yo tasty fine wine
Think am over out yo mind I got boss doin time
Hold yo own playboi why you worry bout mine
Florida boy 7 years raised in the 305
I got heart like a lion I can't win without trying
Take a look in my eyes is no suvives
Wikipedia me nigga if you think that am lying
Call me sammie sammie baby make da girlies wetin crazy
Middle finger to the haters screamin FU pay me
Am a star I shine on the cloudiest day
Catch me open for the 3 swish all da way [?]
If you doubt me go on and bring it I can rap it I can sing it
If I say it then I'm meanin am shit am stinkin
If you ain't on my team then what the hell you thinkin
What the hell you drinkin ma ship bank sink in
I'm on my intro flow you gotta feel me though
Been sayin a lotta shit b-b-but u don't hear me though
Don't luh me while am here then hate me when I'm gone
Au niveau des cotes,
l'epicontiplagie est rarement
associee a une epitrocleite
due a la repetition
des movements de secussion
et de pronosuperation
Au niveau de l'interligne
radiocarpe,
(Použit klavírní úryvek z klavírní sonáty è. 14
"Mìsíèní" op. 27 è. 2
Adagio Sostenuto - Ludwig van Beethoven)
[Instrumental]
Welcome to 98 Degrees
(Completely ...)
Nick, Jeff, Justin and Drew
(Discretely ...)
Come and feel the heat
Come and feel the passion
(That I can do ...)
This is our world
This is 98 Degrees
(For you ...)
Are you ready?
Are you ready baby
yeeeeehh
(ray j)It's been a long time coming you ready?
Ray J (baby)
(it's not me baby)
(lets go) Ray J
yeeeeehh
Follow me I'm about to take this R&B; issue to a new level(lets go)
until its not me baby
Yeah,
Here we go one more time,
For all you ballers and ballette's out there,
The saga continues,
We took a little break,
But we back now,
It's our turn now
The first up to bat,
Is that nigga... They call... MASE
Yeah, you heard me right... MASE
Yeah, and if you don't believe it,
Double Up motherfuckers
[Sample: DJ Kay Slay's Hot 97 Intro]
Warning! (Warning!) Warning! (Warning!) Warning! (Warning!)
The drama king is in the building! The drama king is in the building!
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
I hope y'all niggas see what's goin' on here!
Yeah!
Kay slay!
Busta rhymes nigga!
Album number four big homie!
And let me explain to 'em why your so much "more than a dj"!
[Busta Rhymes:]
Look! Check! Holy smokin gun holsters back and do it again
Make diamonds out of coal and leave you with gems
Irratic emphatically master a logic dramatically
How I feel like a opacity this is so catistrophic (Raaaaarrrrr!)
Return of the villian the dungeon dragon is back to kill 'em
I know that you missin my closin a victim
Now watch me zero in on you niggas, beam the search light on you bastards
And watch you get blasted I got you and after
I'm finished with holdin I got you rollin contollin the masses
And once I'm finished patrollin them golden lyrics is blastin
By a nigga that insisted on givin it to you fresh from the skillet
Impressionable I address you and kill it!
Let me wild on you niggas again (Get 'em!)
And set the record straight (Yeah!) This is how we do to the end
Just remember who are handlin biz
And when it's all said and done as long as you know who the God of this is
You see me in the flesh ressurectin the feelin
Don't you know what you startin salute me like Selassie, Malcolm and Martin
Check me let me spit and roll up a rizzla, sizzle up the block
Just like the reggae artist now they callin me Sizzla
Dillinger dominate killin and bombin it manufacture crack for the hood
Till it scranble brains and serve 'em as omelets (Oh!)
And keep a truck load of heat
And make the hood wanna wake up and shatter the globe make the earth wanna shake up
Chrome heart spirited diamond I'm merciless mental a body of steel
Is worst on a injury you probably should chill
And listen 'fore I leave niggas shitless you must be foolish or stupid
To ever think that you could conquor this greatness you hate this
Whatever the problem we handle our business
Whatever the budget, niggas up in the street respect it and love it (Yeah!)
Remember who's been always holdin down the fort
[Verse]
I took a gamble with my own fate
So I can try to get some national exposure for my home state
I had a strategy and mapped it out
The backwards route: blow up, and take it back to underground
Six years, funned around, at it again
With local rap cats, backpacks, pads and pens
The whole time I'm devisin' a plan
Supply and demand, nine songs a day, dyin' to win
My rep's bigger 'cause I spoon-fed niggaz
Dumbed down my lyrics for two albums straight
I said I'd drop another CD, then I'll be straight
Allow me to make these statements, damn I should be proud to be
Hated on, that means niggaz is listenin'
Half these cats dis him, the other half is wit' him
They stand back, admire? I'ma shock them all
Almost, dropped the ball when my plan backfired
I was, supposed to blow so I could stack some loot
Go the mainstream route, then get back to my roots
Buy a house for my mama and an Acura too
But I happened to lose sight of why I started rappin' and
Who's the real Danny
Too surreal, can he
Boost his skill and
Reproduce the thrill, and be a
Shoe-in at the Grammys? I'm doin' this for my family
A lot of you don't, won't, or can't understand me
I'm revealin' my Plan B, the MC is back
But no matter what I spit on a track, it's still Danny
I'm feelin' antsy, I'm about to explode
The pressure's on, and I'm outta control
So now you know
[Outro: scratched by Danny]
[Nas] "We...we...we came a long way"
[Danny] "D. Swain"
[Redman] "The ill...the ill MC step in"
[De La Soul] "Once again"
[Angelika] "He got skill"
[Nas] "Wild golden child"
[Danny] "Can't...can't...can't...can't...you can't touch me"
[erick sermon]
Epmd
Erick and parrish millenium ducats
Squadron uh huh
. [dj scratch] .
[erick sermon]
Hah let me introduce my dj scratch the black balboa
I'm erick sermon the dope rhyme blower
My dj scratchatori interesting like war stories
With epmd the fame and the glory
The boy wonder the second nature the arnold schwarzeneggar
_the eraser_ upon the crossfader
From brook lyn albany projects
Been around the world with the dj sets, catchin wreck
[parrish smith]
Yo the track drives me to excel
Scratch is dangerous like a third rail
Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a duracell
The show-stopper, knockin cats out like rock'em'sock'em
Can't stop him, so playa hatin is your only option
Hands quicker than roy jones with no headphones
Bk albany pj's where my man zone
Epmd and scratch, the quarterback
Meltin wax, flippin more tracks than amtrak
. [dj scratch] .
* the lady of rage sample *
"cause i'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time
When it comes to the" [scratch] "i gets busy with mine"
[erick sermon]
This is in remembrance of our ancestors
Sam Cooke and
Marvin Gaye and
Donny Hathaway
And all that came before
You opened up a door
Cause of you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
Won't you take a listen?
Take a listen baby
Listen, oh right
You might learn something
Won't you take a listen?
Take a listen
Listen
Take a listen, baby
You might burn something
I want you to listen
Listen
Listen
You might learn something
Please just listen
Hey, hey
What's happening y'all?
Check this out
Listen to me for a minute
I know you've been waiting a long time
So I'm much obliged
To get your mind
Right on my main man's guitar
How lucky we are
To be alive the day the west returns
With funky shit
For all your emotions
That's right
While I'm sipping on this love potion
I must say I did miss my folks
But I had to go down there and get my money right
Understand?
All good loving California music
Enjoy it while you can
Why don't you listen, yeah?
Wij maken een kringetje van jongens en van meisjes
Wij maken een kringetje van tralala
Maak nu een buiging
Maak nu een buiging
Bij de hand
Bij de hand
Pak je ma(a)tje bij de hand
Stop
(Instrumetal)
Lets Go, Uh Uh Yeah
Yes Indeed Ladiez N Gentlemen
By All Means
From New York
The Biggest Drastik
Bald Headed King
Dj EEEEEEESSS - NS
Trip My Man
Timbaland
Magoo
Another Funk Stacey Joint
Word Up
C'Mon
Yeah Uh Uh
Uh Uh
New York New York C'mon
ATL Durty South C'mon
L A Cats C'Mon, D C Cats C'Mon
East Coast West Coast
SNS C'Mon
Tim Rpt 2x
Who Keep Ya Jumpin
Who Keep Ya Heads Bangin In All Those Party's
Who Keep Ya Droppin Them Bows
Is Me Yall(rpt3x)
Dj SNS Ya'll
it's Me Ya'll
Its Mag N U Ya'll
Its Its Us Ya'll
Pricky Pricky
there are no lyrics to the intro "Now" on the CD Inbetween Now and Then
Come on, come on
Come on give me that double give me that double, Give it to me
You never knew what it took to get here
They say life dont stop for no one
So I'm going back in my people
This what ya'll wanted right? You said you wanted the truth
So I solemnly swear, that the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die
It's Dipset, it's more than just music now
It's a way of life, it's more than the 200 hundred years of blood sweat and tears
Ho stand me? For all my ballers, my day crawlers... It's bigger than Nino Brown
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
It must of been a obsession, Had to make it large (Dreams)
Started my progression, I'd stay stayed with the huds (Down South)
Now it's private jets, smokin' haze what the stars (G4)
Quarter mill write the check is how we for the car (What's The Price?)
Switchin' lanes up 7th, Are we racin' the cars (Harlem)
But the boys still stressin', I'm facin' the charge (Yay-Ya Be Trippin')
Still prayin' to God, Cause lifes not promised, not even manana (Fuck tomorrow)
Remember movin' bricks, paranoid bout ehanas
Or even at the club, an them boys and then behind us
I'm chasin' death, gettin' closer to 30 (Gettin Older)
Sunny outside, but the work is dirty
Days out, Harlem nights, over in Jersey
In my rare view goin' home cause the vultures is thirsty (I See Em)
Pull that doubt you won't catch me in traffic
Dark tints on the V, when I lack it's the ratchet, bastidd
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
Now I'm the leader of the pack, Can't help to think back
How I was eager to sell crack, I thought it was the shit (Damn)
When they talk about my influence, I thought of uncle Ricky (Uncle Ricky Wha's Good)
He used to call up on his flip, he start snortin' on his shit
The same life had me gas'd, when I bought my first vic
I was heavy on the gas, when I bought my first whip
I thought I was the shit, you couldn't tell me nothing
I was 16, I told the teacha "You can feel me fuck em" (Feel Me Nigga)
Just any suits, pullin' up to club in Beamer coups
Gettin' cash (Gettin' Cash)
We livin' fast (Fast)
Different women every night, couple of bitches clashed (Fuck You Bitches)
I just laughed (Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Now Listen)
I almost got wiped out on the wave, Thought 11 was tsunami
For the prices of the yay (Fuck The City Up)
The hustlas, they know the saga of the story (I Know The Story)
We live sucka free and show problems to authority
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
One... Two, Feds comin' for you
Three... Four, Betta' watch the law
Five... Six, If you start pumpin' bricks
Seven... Eight, hope it ain't heavy weight
Ferrari dreams, feds spooked me in my nightmare
I tried to scream like Freddy Kruegers' in my nightmare (Livin' For The Fame)
So a nigga scared to go to sleep
Until the day break, I'm tearin' up the street
Porsche'n with the clutch, ballin' like the play off's
Top goin' 40 on the floor, with the safe off
12 car convoyed a road full of race cars
Till' the pilot give me 5 minutes before he take off (Roll Up)
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
That's my conclusion... See it's the fast life we livin'...
So I'm ah tell you, if you in the left lane
keep going cause they right on your heels nigga (Squalieee)
And if they catch you, that's your ass...
And if you blink nigga, your life could be over (We Got No Time For Sleep)
I keep sayin' the rap game is like the crack game
Cause we could all end up dead or in jail
They got us under surveillance...
And to all my niggas behind the g-wall (My Soldiers)
Inhale, exhale... Shake your nuts if you have to (East Side)
And all the political soldiers that ain't never comin' home (RIP Too)
To all my homies, East Side...
While you in your cell, raise hell to this (Roll Call)
I do this for ya'll (Dipset)... I feel ya' pain (I'm On The Same Route)
I know what it's like hittin' the streets at ah early age to deal cocaine (It's Ah Cold World)
Survival, It's all about the struggle (We Gotta' Eat)...
So I dedicate this to you (My Soldiers)
Keep your head up and your eyes open...
Stay focused, It's us against them
I'd never let them take me alive, take me alive..
Yo What's Up?
You've reached MH
Leave a message at the tone
Yo, Yo, This Romeo and LDB boy
What's up Bat?
*helicopter flies overhead*
[cop] One of twenty, I'm behind the vehicle
And there goes the suspect, he saw us now
*police siren*
*chopper still flying around*
*chains rustling*
Coolio, c'mon man, hurry up!
*chopper makes another pass*
*somebody whistles*
*chains rustling*
*siren stops*
[cop] Back here
Police officer, come on out or I'ma send in the dog
Police officer, come on out or I'ma send in the dog
*whispered "fuck em"*
Front em, front em!!
[WC]
Yeahhhh, beeaaaa!!
Back up in the mutha-fucka
Crawlin up the letter to skanless
Givin it up, straight holdin my nuts
Dub-C nigga, still chanky as fuck
Fresh out, so fuck the world nigga
This is MAAD Circle to the fullest, everybody killa
Takin it back to the days of drum loops
And lyrical skills, before niggaz got record deals
The dope game, when beats was the product
And only those with mic control made a profit
Before the shady ass contracts and restrictions
When niggaz true to this ruled the underground connection
Back to the days of hardcore
So lock your doors, here comes the MAAD Circle
Where is romeo?
where is romeo?
Here i am
here i am
How you do today sir?
Very fine
I thank you
I am going to
Rock the crowd
[news reporter]
Gotti gotti we've been dying to get a hold of you for this interview
You have this new album dropping and everyone just wants to know
What's been going on with you where have you been?
[Yo Gotti]
Well I was kicking down on Watkins on some motherfuckin' hustling shit
Catching my cone tryin to get old listen to that triple 6
Mr. Ian looked at me gotti let go take a trip
I know where they got them beeper 3 for we can get em shipped
See baby the ground is mine niggas try to disrespect
Be poochin' and grab the chopper fuck around and left em' wet
Twenty - fours Yokohama we look like some superstars
No more pop off we play we got TV sterna's in the trunk
Rappin' ain't no fucking thang block burna big biggidy bang
Me and my guys be sellin' them pies since 95' we out the frame
Gotti representing the streets so Swizzo let 'em feel the beef
Try to steal my flow but niggas know they ain't real as me
Back when I was whippin' chickens choppin' bricks in momma kitchen
Never knew that rap shit would establish me a mill ticket
Shinin', grindin' , never mindin' niggas winin' bout a bitch
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
[skits]
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
(Movin' the zone movin' my throne)
(I&E; is the label I consider my home)
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
(I&E; is the label I consider my home)
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the north cuzz were I was tought cuzz
Was doin' my own thang never had a boss cuzz
So if you didn't know Gotti still C.E.O
It's block burnin' with yo bro but they don't feel me tho
I represent the M Project Pat and Fly and them
And all the pioneers that put it down for Gotti them
They say I'm new school but Gotti old school
Been having birds fuck what cha' heard I'm just a young dude
I'm just the truth and the realest to come up out the town
Keeping' it Memphis delivering the universal sound
It's fucking going down it ain't no fucking round
The king of Memphis you trippin' give me the fucking crown
It's fucking going down it ain't no fucking round
The king of Memphis you trippin' give me the fucking crown
[skits]
(I&E; is the label I consider my home)
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
I'm combining' every line and perfect timing with this shit
instrumental
[Instrumental]
"If you don't change your way to refusing to acknowledge the grace and the
mercy and the love of Jesus Christ That's what has already damned your
soul unless you decide to make a change in your eternal hellish
destination Either you think that by sharp catechism you somehow foam your
nose at god, you shake your fist in the face of the almighty I want you to
[Instrumental]
(Feat. Push & Twigg Martin, Lucky Don & Hustle Hard Mouse)
Welcome to the mall
you have now been invited to step inside my world
the lames getting doubt it, killers get excited
the drama gets ignited, through blood shad and warm me
and my niggas been united
Welcome to he mall, got models in my arms
shooters in the trouble, cold money in my palms
Look and see the stars, tonight we are Gods,
scream and fuck the world, but I shall never cross my dogs
I am my brothers keeper until I beat the ripper
the mafia your arm sayin long enough that reach us
can't affiliate it, my goons demonstrating
yeah I finally got a reason for the dogs to celebrate
Free leans by that cold dog montag
lot of niggas talk killing name bout no murder,
get the blood the stars spilling trigger finger call up
gang size could owe, and I tell the whole world up
word I'm a young rapper rowser with expensive trousers,
out to public.for couple hundred thousand
what you have here sign fear, attitude this can't flig
'cause I could cash out two fifty in the back yeah
had rhyme boy as next game at the bar claim
court size seats off a blood, sweatin hard game
do what the mob say, for you be a.
catch you sleeping at war bounce as if you more bounce
Fuck as niggas talking all that money.the chat of my.
so when this bitch fuck niggas spit the path and yet
Brooklyn to the death, fire on the side of me,
niggas split the skinny nigga that's a fucking feel about me
patient doctor Martin on, whatever that you're calling me
I ball with you all give a face you say that's all of me
Cobbie, nigga say they know me,
I'm getting all this model pussy out here like I'm cutler
you nigga still beating to the phone like Naomi Campbell
rob shit, mob shit, fucking with the mob bitch
you cross stressing bitch niggas grandma my shit
It's lucky dom, wanting the mafia niggas
say my name and watch me pop me you nigga
I'm still I'm a lick em owk em a nigga
throw all my face down, oh seat down
I'm on my grind, look we .we found
we seat down and had the talk on it
promise my nigga every, the track I leave em choke on it
real shit I don't think hard talk on it
paranoia WIlly bastard come my own lawyer
get so close I got something nice and .for you
two twins name Chiqoya and Toya
lucky dawn I make em both bust off
at the same damn time, the mafia we the same damn kind
Yeah hustle hard mouths better all them bitches than heard of me
fedge tryin to indite, enemies wanna murder me
hundred thow in the duffle bag just for emergency
still got that thing I'm on bound come in the pergery
boy I'm on deep never turn shit down
hundred bottles so many sparkles, my burn shit down
call cowboy hundred bricks, make you drown
in the drown, my nigga swimming better find you a town
I'm all in flass in Panamara, portion, bossing
these niggas is dead without the cuffin,
we ain't never gonna let up, homie who gonna check us
the mafia bout blood, bout love, they gonna expect us
ANd that go
yeah it's the most unstoppable
the most unpredictable
Black Moe Welcome to my world
welcome to the mafia
but on that black flag baby time to ride on this
fuck boy, superfly for this
[Instrumental]
[movie sample]
(are you trying to tell me that you will fight against me? )
Oh you will win that too..
For if you fail to silence me, you know what I will do..
(what will you do physician? )
I will go among the people,
And try to answer the questions that burn in their hearts
The questions that I've asked myself, for all my life
Wherever I've wandered in the world, and which were answered for me
By a dying man, I will wear the clothes of a slave
And kick the sandles from my feet, and speak to the wives
As they fry their fish before their mudhuts by the river
To the porters on the docks, to the smiths by their belows
[Rick Ross:]
You see
We dream chase
Cause that's all we was given to start with
They we realized
The dream was attainable
Now look at us
[Girl:]
Maybach music
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Used to be the boul
They said they have a penny on em
Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
Lace up my boots
Put on my strap
And go lookin for that paper I'm like where it's at
They lookin at me
I'm starin back (I see you)
Feelin like I'm superman
Every time I wear this mac
Monday
It's probably 106 & park
Tuesday
Probably in the hood where it get dark
Wednesday
Probably catch me swimmin with the sharks
With blood drippin from my shoes
These lous coated in my heart
[Rick Ross:]
See dreamchasin is a occupation
Those with the job understand the process and manifestation
A dream starts as a thought
And it's nurtured, achieved and sustained
Then we go back in our minds for more work
Let me out my cell
Right back on the mission
Fresh from offa bail
Right back in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon pay my lawyer
I got
And like eighty grams of crack
He said the feds probably come for ya
I'm like oh lord
Copper said I tried to kill I'm when I go to court
I hope they don't find me guilty
It's my word against they word
And I won't get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas
And I'm the only one they beat
I took one for the team
Even though I had a dream like martin luther king
Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spittin fire flow on kerosene
Lemme talk to em
Fuck ya'll niggas gon say about me
My north niggas they don't play about me
South philly niggas that'll spray about me
A million dollar bail in a day bout me
Ain't gotta sound real cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar at
Self made, bitches
[Rick Ross:]
I had a dream one time
It was that I was gon make a lot of money
Doin what I wanted to do
I went after it
And it was a struggle to achieve
But you know what
I caught that bitch
Dreamchasers
This is where
Ohh wee
My darlin
Can I make love to you tonight
Sweetheart
I will do you right
I can make you feel so good
[sample repeated many times during song:]
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Mitch:]
Aiyyo Bun, there's a lotta niggaz out there
That's dissin Big Tyme and U.G.K. man
But them motherfuckers don't know where we come from or where we did it
But you know what I want you to do, tell 'em where you from!
[Bun B:]
Niggaz always askin what the fuck do trill stand for?
Trill mean if you ain't my nigga, what you shakin my hand for?
Trill mean if you ain't my bitch, don't sit on my lap
And if you ain't from P.A.T., nigga keep ya strap
The trill drink Olde E., out on 7th Street in Texas
Drive a 'Lac, or a Buick, motherfuck a Lexus!
Trill niggaz got the big nuts and big dicks
So what they hittin fo', fool? Roll that 4-5-6
Either wearin Dickies or they sportin Hi Fashion
Sellin dope and hatin doin {? } with a passion
Laws on the creep, so look for the nine twice
I bail to the shackle five-oh-three and roll some dice
Trill niggaz hit the car wash and make 'em shine
You better watch yo' ass when you see the 99
The trill niggaz only hit the streets when it's the night
At Circle K.R. Churches, to see who wanna fight
We don't take to new faces, quit airin P.A.T.
You cain't just runnin talkin 'bout - "Aiyyo, wassup G? ! "
Why you pullin out you hand? I'm pullin out my gat
Catch a blast muthafucka, you don't know where you at
Cause see now P.A.T. don't stand for "Punk Ass Tricks"
It's "Pullin All Triggers" and we pull them hoes quick
You talkin to a nigga with trigger-finger twitch
If you ain't from P.A.T., I'm unloadin on you bitch!
Ain't no punks where I'm from!
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Bun B:]
Yeah, ain't no punks where I'm from
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Bun B:]
Yeah, ain't no punks where I'm from
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Bun B:]
Bitch, ain't no punks where I'm from!
"Ya muthafuckin right"
God devided the light from the darkness.
The light he called 'day'
and the drkness he called.... The Verbal Hologram!!
It's the unsung hero
Latino Robert DeNiro
Fly (?) in your life
Fly (?) in your life
Welcome to Bashtown, where we put that smash down
The corporation up, ready when the music blast now
{Nigga} I ain't no class clown
I'm just a cash cow
It's Dope House, Latino Velvetism trapped out
Cause I'm a ice breaker
And I'm a odds maker
And I'm a law breaker, jaw breaker, a salt shaker
And that's a hater {hoe}
If you think that's the way to go
Bet you hate yourself too, livin' so deflatable
And I don't need a goon
To hit you with the doom
To bust you in the {pussy} mouth and pop, your balloon
I'm so definitive
Game tight is what I give
The way I kept this {bitch}, finnin' show you how I live
I'm on the next flight
Smokin' on kryptonite
They try to hold the Mexi down, but we gon' get it right
I got some SPM
I got some new Lucky
Some sick Stooie Bros. {shit}, now you gon' really love it
[Refrain: {slowed down}]
So we gon' hold it how we fold it, stack it til the end
Some say "What's upper" to a player made Mexican
So we gon' hold it how we fold it, stack it til the end
I go by the name Kishar Anderson
Born on 2.3.90
And I must say, my life, I've been through a lot
It hasn't been an easy road for me.
But one day, myspace made history
Hooked up with big homie on the west
Introducing Sean Kingston
You think you really know?
*speaking*
Uhh so, hi! Thank you very very much for many things,
Thanks. Umm, thanks for clapping now. Thanks. Umm, first of
All thank you for sticking around through the nastieness that
Is in this room, and uhh well so yea. Whoops. Uhh yea I'm
Atom from over there, I write songs on music sequencers and
Synthesizers and play them alot, and uhh. So, this is the last
Show that I'm playing at this. So thank you very very much
For coming, umm thanks that's very nice. Umm so yea I know
Alot of people have come from a really flattering distance,
And uhh a lot of people have said some very touching things
To me so thanks very much, I will stop saying things now and
Here are lots of songs. This is gonna be a long thing so we'll
All be dead. YEA! Hey John, could you turn up the vocals and
The moniter just a hair and then songs will be played. Okay,
So thanks very much, very all very hot already so ve might
As well, i dunno, i hope you enjoy this. Lets have big dance
Party. Okay, your right, this is a song about the metric
System and how wise it is. Thank you, And it's a song about
How it's embarassing to meet anyone else from any other
Country, except for part of England I suppose, and why we
Rüde: Es ist so herrlich hier.
Peter: Es ist so schön.
Rüde: Schau mal, da liegt doch irgendwas.
Peter: Stimmt, was is'n des? Geh' ma mal hin, oder?
Rüde: Ja. Ich glaub, des is'n Burli.
Peter: Es will uns irgend'was sagen, ich versteh's aber nicht.
Rüde: Vielleicht kann man da irgendwo lauter machen, schau mal!
[Spoken:]
A compelling or constraining influence,
such as a moral force on the mind or world, PRESSURE.
To be undecided or skeptical,
to tend to disbelieve and distrust, to regard as unlikely, that's DOUBT.
The condition of being insufficient or falling short,
decline in strength or effectiveness, FAILURE.
The instinct to run, to back away, or give up,
to need, want, reach, steal,
the feeling to always want more, and to take more,
the loss of breath at the sight of a car accident,
to drive by, never being able to feel satisfied,
and to reject anyone who tries, and this is my life.
Intro
(Radiotune)
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