Isis- Carry (Tim Hecker Remix, Album Version) OG
Isis (Ancient Greek: Ἶσις, original Egyptian pronunciation more likely Aset) is a goddess in Ancient Egyptian religious beliefs, whose worship spread throughout the Greco-Roman world. She was worshipped as the ideal mother and wife as well as the patron of nature and magic. She was the friend of slaves, sinners, artisans, and the downtrodden, and she listened to the prayers of the wealthy, maidens, aristocrats, and rulers. Isis is often depicted as the mother of Horus, the hawk-headed god of war and protection (although in some traditions Horus's mother was Hathor), and she is depicted suckling him in an attitude similar to that of the Virgin Mary with the Child Jesus. Isis is also known as protector of the dead and goddess of children.
The name Isis means "Throne". Her headdress is a throne. As the personification of the throne, she was an important representation of the pharaoh's power. The pharaoh was depicted as her child, who sat on the throne she provided. Her cult was popular throughout Egypt, but the most important sanctuaries were at Behbeit El-Hagar in the Nile delta, and, beginning in the reign with Nectanebo I (380–362 BCE), on the island of Philae in Upper Egypt.
In law and commerce, including product packaging and nutrition labeling, weight means mass. In science and engineering, the weight of an object is the force on the object due to gravity. Its magnitude (a scalar quantity), often denoted by an italic letter W, is the product of the mass m of the object and the magnitude of the local gravitational acceleration g; thus: W = mg. When considered a vector, weight is often denoted by a bold letter W. The unit of measurement for weight is that of force, which in the International System of Units (SI) is the newton. For example, an object with a mass of one kilogram has a weight of about 9.8 newtons on the surface of the Earth, about one-sixth as much on the Moon, and very nearly zero when in deep space far away from all bodies imparting gravitational influence.
Christian Fennesz (born 25 December 1962) is an Austrian guitarist active in electronic music, often credited on albums simply as Fennesz.
Fennesz uses guitar and notebook computers to make multilayered compositions that blend melody and conventional musical instruments with harsh, irregular glitch-influenced sounds and washes of white noise. He lives and works in Vienna, Austria.
Fennesz was born and raised in Austria and studied music formally in art school. He started playing guitar around the ages 8 or 9.
He became involved in the Viennese techno scene of the early 1990s. From there on, he began to collect his own equipment and produce music based loosely around guitar and synthesizer sounds.
Since the 1990s, Fennesz played live with Ryuichi Sakamoto, with British electroacoustic improvisation icon Keith Rowe, and with American pop group Sparklehorse. He has also worked alongside Peter Rehberg and Jim O'Rourke in the improvisional trio Fenn O'Berg, and with British singer David Sylvian - Sylvian sang on Fennesz's album Venice while Fennesz composed the music for "A Fire in the Forest" from Sylvian's album Blemish and made contributions to Sylvian's "When Loud Weather Buffeted Naoshima". Fennesz also remixed Ulver on the album 1993-2003: First Decade in the Machines, as well as appearing on their 2007 album Shadows of the Sun.
A remix is an alternative version of a recorded song, made from an original version. Sometimes this term is also used for alterations of media or recreation other than song (film, literature, beverages etc.).
A remixer uses audio mixing to compose an alternate master recording of a song, adding or subtracting elements, or simply changing the equalization, dynamics, pitch, tempo, playing time, or almost any other aspect of the various musical components. Some remixes involve substantial changes to the arrangement of a recorded work, but many are harmonic, such as creating a "vocal up" version of a song that emphasizes the lead singer's voice. Contemporary remixes are often produced in a Digital Audio Workstation (DAW), which allow producers to reorganize tracks and apply various effects.
Songs are remixed for a variety of reasons:
Remixes should not be confused with edits, which usually involve shortening a final stereo master for marketing or broadcasting purposes. Another distinction should be made between a remix and a cover. A remix song recombines audio pieces from a recording to create an altered version of the song. A cover is a recording of a song that was previously recorded by someone else.
Tim Hecker is an electronic musician and sound artist based in Montreal, Canada. Hecker previously recorded under the moniker Jetone, but has become better known internationally for his ambient recordings released through Kranky, Mille Plateaux, Alien8, Force Inc, Staalplaat, and Fat Cat under his own name.
Hecker is a producer of electronica, touring and producing under the name Jetone. He has performed extensively including festivals such as Sónar (Barcelona), MUTEK (Montreal), Impakt Festival (Utrecht), Victoriaville in (Quebec), IDEAL (Nantes), Vancouver New Music Festival (Vancouver), and club transmediale (Berlin).
In addition to touring with Godspeed You! Black Emperor and recording with the likes of Fly Pan Am, Hecker has also collaborated with Christof Migone, Martin Tétreault, and Aidan Baker. He has also contributed remixes to other artists, including Isis.
Hecker occasionally makes sound installations and has collaborated with visual artists such as Stan Douglas and Charles Stankievech .
[Foxy Brown]
Remix
[Baby]
Boss, I see you there!
I see you Mike! I see you Roy!
Keep your hands up nigga keep fightin
[Baby]
Mami, boss nigga, boss bitch
Boss whips with boss chips
Drive Escalade on boss blades
Sitten on them twenty-tre's
and thats on some stop and go's
When I pull up the car stop the rims still flow's
Picture me rollin like this
Burberry, Gucci, interior so slick
Me and Foxy with the matchip whips
That Benz, that Bently, Lambourgini luxury shit
I red carpet my bitch
Bought her up to Jacob and laced my bitch
I bought a 99 Hummer
Fuck that I got 99 bundles
Nigga life is a hustle
Fuck that little daddy, life is a struggle!
[Foxy]
Its necessary we styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans boy
Its necessary we stays in Burburry
And a Marc Jacobs bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
[Noreaga]
Its necessary we smoke the blueberry
and we pop that Louie thirteen with our team boy
Its necessary we rock the Sean John
With a nice throwback and some Air Force Ones
[Noreaga]
See, all that ain't nothin we at the bar frontin
Its necessary I smokes that blueberry
When I do white liquor I do it with cranberry
Niggas fall off top and look at they fans worried
But uhh, see I don't care bout nothin no more
I used to act like I like you, I ain't frontin no more
We used to lay up in the park, Dump buckets of raw
Now I hope you die slow, plus a nigga thats poor
See snakes I can't deal with
Fools they can't build with
Stupid, get shot in the foot and get and then killed in
But still niggas doubt my name
I move slow like Ozzy Osbourne with a cane
Ghetto tabernacle, and still buckin at your adam's apple
All I do is get high and drink Snapple (what?)
I either coupe it or I lay in the truck
Check SoundScan this time you stupid fucks
[Foxy]
Its necessary we styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans boy
Its necessary we stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
[Noreaga]
Its necessary we smoke the blueberry
and we pop that Louie thirteen with our team boy
Its necessary we rock the Sean John
With a nice throwback and some Air Force Ones
[Young Gav]
Ay yo this party ain't poppin till I pop in
Cause you niggas ain't poppin like I'm poppin
That cris shit, that ain't nothin
Ay yo try some of THIS shit now you frontin
This bottle is worth green
(What's that?) Louie the thirteenth
(Got what?) Got it for thirteen
Cam got the liquor store
(Where's the weed) Rugs to get the raw
(I know we in there free) My man bout to get the door
Stand there zip ya jaw
We gon' party tonight
If push come to shove we catch a body tonight
No gray goose get loose with bacardi tonight
Just make sure everybody aight
Check it out we got the bar over here
The starts over here
Niggas that push brand new cars every year
Young Gav, world known from here to Rome
Just call me the young Sean Combs, Homes
[Foxy]
Its necessary we styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans boy
Its necessary we stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
[Noreaga]
Its necessary we smoke the blueberry
and we pop that Louie thirteen with our team boy
Its necessary we rock the Sean John
With a nice throwback and some Air Force Ones
[Loon]
We push Bentley Azure's, Rock Christian Dior velours,
I'm not in the mood for Cris anymore,
Bottles of?, I sip and I pour,
Chicks on the floor, They like Loon aint got hits anymore,
Picture me for, Picture my wall, No extra plaque,
Like beef no extra gat,
If you need I'll molest a track, 50 g's nothin' less than that,
Nigga please I'm the best at that,
The rest you cats, Its best you rap,
If its a need for you dress like that,
I dont stress you cats, That made your doe of haze and hoes,
Knowin' that I made my doe of shavin' o,
Now I'm poolside, Bathin' robe,
2 Mayalasian hoes, All due to my lazy flow,
Young boy got crazy doe, Blow crazy dro,
But I'm just here to let the ladies know, Uh
[Foxy]
Its necessary we styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans boy
Its necessary we stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
[Noreaga]
Its necessary we smoke the blueberry
and we pop that Louie thirteen with our team boy
Its necessary we rock the Sean John
With a nice throwback and some Air Force Ones
[Foxy Brown]
Ill Nana, Cash Money
See I got that swagger back and I ain' knowin how to act
Dunnie chill! I show you how to do this hunnie
We our own twistin our hip Nautica blue bunny
Now, brown Bently, we Brooklyn bound
Bet when I come through your town I be burburried down
Thats my word, y'all bitches got nerve
Like my shows don't send these hoes straight to the stores, Now
What the fuck y'all bitches screwin me for?
I mean, why bother you only make my style harder
I hit stunner like what up with the rucka what up?
Bring your toys here show em that they boy here
Catch me throwin somethin down from Cabali
In a Mark Jacob bag or little somethin from zambia
Get em to daaance, bust a dance
In your H-Tod bag and your Frankie B pants
[Foxy]
Its necessary we styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans boy
Its necessary we stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
[Noreaga]
Its necessary we smoke the blueberry
and we pop that Louie thirteen with our team boy
Its necessary we rock the Sean John
[Intro: Silkk (Cam'Ron)]
Remix
(That's right) Silkk the Shocker
Uh, Cam'Ron (You ain't know) No Limit
(That's right) Untertainment
(I'm here and there) mo' money
(I'm here and there)
Ya don't know?
[Verse One: Cam'Ron]
Aye yo I just walk wit' ya'll, I don't wanna rhyme
I just need talk wit' ya'll
Mamasita, senortia
I'm lookin' for my wifey
Cats always love me, till they girls start to like me
They don't know I'm sheisty, and all my jewels Icey
Tryin' to settle down Ma, stop actin' all fiesty
Cause 'I don't wanna be a playa no more'
Know it's soft, but I cam with a 'core
For the love of Money, Charli, whoa It Ain't My Fault
Like Silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it
The whole Squad is Terrorin', cats is No Limit
And I'm a diplomat, I'm a dimplomat
Where my honeies at?, where my money at?
That's why we act like that
Clak clak clak!, pat pat pat!
So all you girls bring your thongs and shit
Don't front, cause you know what song this is
Ju don't know
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
[Verse Two: Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
All the mami's know me, the Spanish kid wit' the goatee
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.
Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face
Dominican race, like my twin Triple Seis
Hot as hell, I'm trickin' in
Shorties sharp as nails, the official chick
Reppin Uptown to Harlem World, where we at
I'm up coughin in the ambulance
>From way downtown, they got the Horses and the Carriages
For 40 bucks, you can ride and get ya hug on
Another 20, puff lye and get ya crush on
It's all love, just like the Bud' when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure it's in the dark
And most importantly, stay away from Central Park
Cause cops live, just to put away a thug
But not today, cause me and my baby in the Cabaret of Love
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
[Verse Three: Charli Baltimore]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, uhh
I thought I already barked on cats about Russ Hadden
It ain't work, gotta Scream on cats like Wes Craven
Owwwww!, they ain't know I hadn't in me
Like Lil' Kim -- didn't know they had it in me
Don't you know don't you know, we pull up from a show
Cam and chrome bag the hoes, I Prada bags all the dough
And caked out, break out, uh
Horse & Carriage, forced to marriage, been had too many carats
And they ain't know, passin' that down
Where I come from
Ask Jane, that's my dun-dun
How we handle them dumb dumb's
And we like, Siskel and Elbert
We review cats, thumbs up if they they shit's right
And down if they new jack's
You might see Charli, in a Benz or Ferrari
Hennesey or Pacardi, gettin' bent at a party
But I flip, be the new face, cover of Trace
This the motherfuckin remix, we ain't need no {Mase}
Uh huh uh huh
We like it (Slikk the Shocker)
Uh huh uh huh (Cam'Ron, No Limit)
(Untertainment)
(Mo' money, ya heard me)
[Verse Four: Silkk]
I live life like a thug, cause time's is rough
Convicted felon; now I like, rhyme for bucks
Ball till I fall, should I say, my time is up
And I cop you diamonds, never diamond cut
Forget the money, cause I could ball with or without the shipment
And I'm down girl, but I could ball with or without the chick
Sillk the Shocker, Cam'Ron, now how you gonna doubt us a hit
(Must be a car), Miss I could pull you, with or without the six
Now I ain't the C-E-O, but I ain't far from it
So if I ain't far from C-E-O
That mean I ain't far from havin' C-E-O money
Can't discuss what I'm worth, but I'm worth this much
Like Mantigo, fall back like snatchin' purses for bust
So many styles - drop a beat, I'ma drop a hit
Rap game stop for the dope game - and cop a brick
No Limit Soldier baby, so watch the talk
Get lost like ohhhhhhh, "It Ain't My Fault!"
I'm from the N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
Tru my click, Silkk, the Shocker, yeah that's me
Now look, money I'm tryin' to make it
Bustas I'm tryin' to break, girls is like
Ooh I love Silkk, and then, ooh I hate him!
Cause they can't have me, but I don't look
I can't afford to live average
So senorita, let me walk you to my carriage
Now I don't wanna settle down, but we can do it like we married
Cheese!
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
[music till fade]
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this dynasy shit
But uh got my mind right, money been right
I'm ready for war
Young Hovah, holla yeah
I got the fifth niggas
You have to pick niggas off of the ground
When I pick niggas off with tha pound
Go get your click nigga
This nigga running with clowns
I'm a rich nigga
I get you clipped at cost right now
Niggas forget niggas as soon as your coffen off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers
I'm extorting them now
Taking all that's important to them now down to your bitch
Nigga you sick fronting like you tougher than what you are
Till the gun is coming thru the drivers side of your car
Using my name in vein like I won't damage the boy
You think niggas was shooting you out of canons before (I'm that nigga)
Niggas is pompous, first they in Evil Kanevil jumpers
Than they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hovah
It's not about rich and po', nigga, it's about Richard Poe
Understand I'm here to get this dough
It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem
No more them it's about fame or stardom
It's about me being on blocks you borrowed from
I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other peoples names
So other motherfuckers can watch 'em
It's as sample as this - y'all niggas get off my dick
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique; R.O.C. - mind right bitch
- [Memphis Bleek]
I got my mind right, money right
(yeah)
Ready for war
(uh-huh)
Nigga, we ready for y'all
I got my mind right, money right
(yeah)
Ready for war
(uh-huh)
Nigga betta study your forms
If there's wars with my dogs, it's war with H
Act pumped and get left with a sawed off face
Respect carter, respect the R.O.C or respect the shots
Or respect the shots 21 thrown out the heckle or cock
The Co'd's no respect for the cops
Even if the park right next
To the spot we setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while yall living a mad life
I chase down niggas, shake down niggas
Head back to the honeycomb to break down figures
I love 38's but the trey pounds bigger
Throw in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now nigga
I don't rap for pleasure I rap for chedder
Guns clap for treasure straight like that forever
H, Bleek & Jay on a track together
It's a wrap for y'all dog
We ready for war
I keep the gun tucked nigga
Which one of you tough
Which one of think you can go around with the pump
My clique for real
I ain't gotta talk no more
One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more
Ladies love me, why?
Cuz I give em backshots
Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots
It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas
It's about these niggas ain't built for these niggas
The R.O. yeah we simply street
You niggas cotton candy you simply sweet
I let the fifth spit without the red dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that for
This how real we get deep in the streets kid
The R.O.C. exclusive remix motherfucker
I got my mind right, money right
And it's not right here
Who want a war?
Nigga I'm right here
Get mind right, your money light
Don't make me come out there
Snatch your whore and get it done right there
Little niggas ain't ready for war
Better get ready for bed
Buck shot land at your head
Buck shots right at your head
Sit you niggas in a permanent chair
Give you niggas permanent stares
Shut down the party with the cut down shotti
Make doctor, cut down your body
Keep a hammer fuck a strong arm robbery
I blast I push the gas on the road part Johnny
I'm fast stay on the road so the law can't find me
In some quiet town tying it down
That's right Mac still supplying it now
By the pounds, stop trying it now
[Swizz]
Remix
[Chorus][Nas]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Nas]
Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing
What more can we say, stop grilling
'Fore you get hit up, shut up good
We'll merc you in your hood
I'm el pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life
Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice
Break my cipha, I'm get at you
Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll
Too many rappers is jealous, who be gasing the fellows
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty
Clapping that black heat
None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general
[Chorus: Nas]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Fat Joe]
Nowadays I'm on some mack shit
But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks
The nigga that would soil-in your jacks
Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs
Coke so bright, it shine like white gold
And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet
Don't front for me, you kids is not balling
If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan
Ties swollen for no man with bold plans
Sick of this rap shit thats why I listen to slow jams
I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip
Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit
Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle
Saying I'm peeping, I'ma bring you a muzzle
Get the point, General
[Chorus: Nas]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Cassidy]
It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing
Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon the waist and I spray guns off
Cuz if its beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)
My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee
See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be
Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil
I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell
Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did
Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head
When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga
And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga
I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now
A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now
I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now
We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine
Uh, its the last days, end of time
The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon
They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a mil when its dinnertime
YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit
On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit
What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on
[Jay-Z]
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this dynasy shit
But uh got my mind right, money been right
I'm ready for war
Young Hovah, holla yeah
I got the fifth niggas
You have to pick niggas off of the ground
When I pick niggas off with tha pound
Go get your click nigga
This nigga running with clowns
I'm a rich nigga
I get you clipped at cost right now
Niggas forget niggas as soon as your coffen off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers
I'm extorting them now
Taking all that's important to them now down to your bitch
Nigga you sick fronting like you tougher than what you are
Till the gun is coming thru the drivers side of your car
Using my name in vein like I won't damage the boy
You think niggas was shooting you out of canons before (I'm that nigga)
Niggas is pompous, first they in Evil Kanevil jumpers
Than they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hovah
It's not about rich and po', nigga, it's about Richard Poe
Understand I'm here to get this dough
It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem
No more them it's about fame or stardom
It's about me being on blocks you borrowed from
I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other peoples names
So other motherfuckers can watch 'em
It's as sample as this - y'all niggas get off my dick
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique; R.O.C. - mind right bitch
1 - [Memphis Bleek]
I got my mind right, money right
(yeah)
Ready for war
(uh-huh)
Nigga, we ready for y'all
I got my mind right, money right
(yeah)
Ready for war
(uh-huh)
Nigga betta study your forms
Repeat 1
[H Money]
If there's wars with my dogs, it's war with H
Act pumped and get left with a sawed off face
Respect carter, respect the R.O.C or respect the shots
Or respect the shots 21 thrown out the heckle or cock
The Co'd's no respect for the cops
Even if the park right next
To the spot we setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while yall living a mad life
I chase down niggas, shake down niggas
Head back to the honeycomb to break down figures
I love 38's but the trey pounds bigger
Throw in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now nigga
I don't rap for pleasure I rap for chedder
Guns clap for treasure straight like that forever
H, Bleek & Jay on a track together
It's a wrap for y'all dog
We ready for war
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Memphis Bleek]
I keep the gun tucked nigga
Which one of you tough
Which one of think you can go around with the pump
My clique for real
I ain't gotta talk no more
One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more
Ladies love me, why?
Cuz I give em backshots
Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots
It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas
It's about these niggas ain't built for these niggas
The R.O. yeah we simply street
You niggas cotton candy you simply sweet
I let the fifth spit without the red dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that for
This how real we get deep in the streets kid
The R.O.C. exclusive remix motherfucker
[Beanie Sigel]
I got my mind right, money right
And it's not right here
Who want a war?
Nigga I'm right here
Get mind right, your money light
Don't make me come out there
Snatch your whore and get it done right there
Little niggas ain't ready for war
Better get ready for bed
Buck shot land at your head
Buck shots right at your head
Sit you niggas in a permanent chair
Give you niggas permanent stares
Shut down the party with the cut down shotti
Make doctor, cut down your body
Keep a hammer fuck a strong arm robbery
I blast I push the gas on the road part Johnny
I'm fast stay on the road so the law can't find me
In some quiet town tying it down
That's right Mac still supplying it now
By the pounds, stop trying it now
I got my mind right nigga
[jay-z]talking
This goes out to my lil man in the chi, well
he aint lil but you know Brandon I told you I got you
nigga what block you holdin down campbell holla at cha boy
I'm out
Remix!
My home is in motion as darkness unfolds,
The air overloaded, the sky stands in gold.
But you in a way, you left me to stay,
We see us in heaven, I'm counting the days.
Remix!
At the end of time, at the end of us,
At the end of everything we had,
Only faith helps you, only grace can do,
Only you can take the pain.
'Cause the end of peace is the end of life,
And the end of any happiness,
Only love helps you, only trust can do,
Only you can take the pain off me.
When thunder is calling I feel so alive,
The very first morning, can you see the light?
But you closed the door to what I adored,
We see us in heaven, I'm counting no more.
At the end of time, at the end of us,
At the end of everything we had,
Only faith helps you, only grace can do,
Only you can take the pain.
'Cause the end of peace is the end of life,
And the end of any happiness,
Only love helps you, only trust can do,
Only you can take the pain off me.
[Werd:]
Remix
Scottish accent cunt
Ken who it is mate
Who in the scene gone do it like this
Mainstream beat and I re remix
Not for the heads one for the kids like
Every body in the club get pished
Make club a song
Make a thug song
Make a love song
Knout that a does wrong
I'm a beast get a beat I can bust on
I need bread roll and a cruson
Yeah I'm the cunt from Auld Reekie
And you all say I'm so cheeky
Scots can't rap oh really
Fuck your life this is Auld Reekie
You can't make a cunt of us
We all about the bars if u had this much
Then you gone be just as drunk as us
(You gone be just as drunk as us)
[Ying Yang Twins]
[Werd:]
It's not New York not Cali
I just sound like me and I'm swallyed
You sound like me when am vallied
You should stay on your toes like it's ballet
What the fucks wrong
Where come from
You don't sound like a Scot when you does songs
So you suck dong
Move the fuck on
We don't like fake jakes get to fuck son
Yeah you come from Auld Reekie
If you act fake your so cheesy
That ain't you like oh really
Fuck your life this is Auld Reekie
Want a quote here is one for the captions
Fuck all the fakes and the acts that are acting
All the people with the fake ass accents just
(Drop that mother fucker)
[Ying Yang Twins]
[Werd:]
See him with the accent he is just acting
So cunt I'm laughing now
See him with the accent he is just acting
People say I'm crazy
I'm starting to believe them
I'll throw it all away
For something I don't know
I haven't lived my life yet
Start to live my life right now
And I need a way of achieving
And I got a way of achieving now
I don't wanna fight
I don't wanna behave
I just wanna live
Who gave you the right
To come down on me
I just wanna live
People wanna know all the stories
And I wish I could help them
So I'll break the chain
Of rumors that ruin all
And I don't know what love is
How about I know what love is now
And I need something to believe in
I got something to believe in now
I don't wanna fight
I don't wanna behave
I just wanna live
Who gave you the right
To come down on me
I just wanna live
And I don't know what love is
How about I know what love is now
And I need something to believe in
I got something to believe in now
And I don't know what love is
How about I know what love is now
I don't wanna fight
I don't wanna behave
I just wanna live
Who gave you the right
To come down on me
Remix
(that's right) silkk the shocker
Uh, cam'ron (you ain't know) no limit
(that's right) untertainment
(i'm here and there) mo' money
(i'm here and there)
Ya don't know?
Aye yo i just walk wit' ya'll, i don't wanna rhyme
I just need talk wit' ya'll
Mamasita, senortia
I'm lookin' for my wifey
Cats always love me, till they girls start to like me
They don't know i'm sheisty, and all my jewels icey
Tryin' to settle down ma, stop actin' all fiesty
Cause 'i don't wanna be a playa no more'
Know it's soft, but i cam with a 'core
For the love of money, charli, whoa it ain't my fault
Like silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it
The whole squad is terrorin', cats is no limit
And i'm a diplomat, i'm a dimplomat
Where my honeies at?, where my money at?
That's why we act like that
Clak clak clak!, pat pat pat!
So all you girls bring your thongs and shit
Don't front, cause you know what song this is
Ju don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Yo, yo
All the mami's know me, the spanish kid wit' the goat-ti
And fixes the land, i be a muthafuckin' o.g.
Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face
Dominican race, like my twin triple says
Hot as hell, i'm trickin' in
Shorties sharp as nails, the official chick
Repin' uptown to harlem world, where we at
I'm up coughin' in the ambulance
From way downtown, they got the horses and the carriages
For 40 bucks, you can ride and get ya hug on
Another 20, puff lye and get ya crush on
It's all love, just like the bud' when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure it's in the dark
And most importantly, stay away from central park
Cause cops live, just to put away a thug
But not today, cause me and my baby in the cabaret of love
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, uhh
I thought i already barked on cats about russ hadden
It ain't work, gotta scream on cats like wes craven
Owwwww!, they ain't know i hadn't in me
Like lil' kim --, didn't know they had it in me
Don't you know don't you know, we pull up from a show
Cam and chrome bag the hoes, i prada bags all the dough
And caked out, break out, uh
Horse & carriage, forced to marriage, been had too many carats
And they ain't know, passin' that down
Where i come from
Ask jane, that's my dun-dun
How we handle them dumb dumb's
And we like, siskel and elbert
We review cats, thumbs up if they they shit's right
And down if they new jack's
You might see charli, in a benz or ferrari
Hennesey or pacardi, gettin' bent at a party
But i flip, be the new face, cover of trace
This the muthafuckin' remix, we ain't need no mase
Uh huh uh huh
We like it (slikk the shocker)
Uh huh uh huh (cam'ron, no limit)
(untertainment)
(mo' money, ya heard me)
I live life like a thug, cause time's is rough
Convicted felon
Now i'm like, rhyme for bucks
Ball till i fall, should i say, my time is up
And i cop you diamonds, never diamond cut
Forget the money, cause i could ball with or without the shipment
And i'm down girl, but i could ball with or without the chick
Sillk the shocker, cam'ron, now how you gonna doubt us a hit
(must be a car), miss i could pull you, with or without the six
Now i ain't the c-e-o, but i ain't far from it
So if i ain't far from c-e-o
That mean i ain't far from havin' c-e-o money
Can't discuss what i'm worth, but i'm worth this much
Like mantigo, fall back like snatchin' purses for bust
So many styles
Drop a beat, i'ma drop a hit
Rap game stop for the dope game
And cop a brick
No limit soldier baby, so watch the talk
Get lost like, oh it ain't my fault!
I'm from the n-o, l-i, m-i to the t
Tru my click, silkk, the shocker, yeah that's me
Now look, money i'm tryin' to make it
Bustas i'm tryin' to break, girls is like
Ooh i love silkk, and then, ooh i hate him!
Cause they can't have me, but i don't look
I can't afford to live average
So senorita, let me walk you to my carriage
Now i don't wanna settle down, but we can do it like we married
Cheese!
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Remix
(That's right) Silkk the Shocker
Uh, Cam'Ron (You ain't know) No Limit
(That's right) Untertainment
(I'm here and there) mo' money
(I'm here and there)
Ya don't know?
Aye yo I just walk wit' ya'll, I don't wanna rhyme
I just need talk wit' ya'll
Mamasita, senortia
I'm lookin' for my wifey
Cats always love me, till they girls start to like me
They don't know I'm sheisty, and all my jewels Icey
Tryin' to settle down Ma, stop actin' all fiesty
Cause 'I don't wanna be a playa no more'
Know it's soft, but I cam with a 'core
For the love of Money, Charli, whoa It Ain't My Fault
Like Silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it
The whole Squad is Terrorin', cats is No Limit
And I'm a diplomat, I'm a dimplomat
Where my honeies at?, where my money at?
That's why we act like that
Clak clak clak!, pat pat pat!
So all you girls bring your thongs and shit
Don't front, cause you know what song this is
Ju don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Yo, yo
All the mami's know me, the Spanish kid wit' the goatee
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.
Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face
Dominican race, like my twin Triple Seis
Hot as hell, I'm trickin' in
Shorties sharp as nails, the official chick
Reppin Uptown to Harlem World, where we at
I'm up coughin in the ambulance
>From way downtown, they got the Horses and the Carriages
For 40 bucks, you can ride and get ya hug on
Another 20, puff lye and get ya crush on
It's all love, just like the Bud' when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure it's in the dark
And most importantly, stay away from Central Park
Cause cops live, just to put away a thug
But not today, cause me and my baby in the Cabaret of Love
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, uhh
I thought I already barked on cats about Russ Hadden
It ain't work, gotta Scream on cats like Wes Craven
Owwwww!, they ain't know I hadn't in me
Like Lil' Kim -- didn't know they had it in me
Don't you know don't you know, we pull up from a show
Cam and chrome bag the hoes, I Prada bags all the dough
And caked out, break out, uh
Horse & Carriage, forced to marriage, been had too many carats
And they ain't know, passin' that down
Where I come from
Ask Jane, that's my dun-dun
How we handle them dumb dumb's
And we like, Siskel and Elbert
We review cats, thumbs up if they they shit's right
And down if they new jack's
You might see Charli, in a Benz or Ferrari
Hennesey or Pacardi, gettin' bent at a party
But I flip, be the new face, cover of Trace
This the motherfuckin remix, we ain't need no {Mase}
Uh huh uh huh
We like it (Slikk the Shocker)
Uh huh uh huh (Cam'Ron, No Limit)
(Untertainment)
(Mo' money, ya heard me)
I live life like a thug, cause time's is rough
Convicted felon; now I like, rhyme for bucks
Ball till I fall, should I say, my time is up
And I cop you diamonds, never diamond cut
Forget the money, cause I could ball with or without the shipment
And I'm down girl, but I could ball with or without the chick
Sillk the Shocker, Cam'Ron, now how you gonna doubt us a hit
(Must be a car), Miss I could pull you, with or without the six
Now I ain't the C-E-O, but I ain't far from it
So if I ain't far from C-E-O
That mean I ain't far from havin' C-E-O money
Can't discuss what I'm worth, but I'm worth this much
Like Mantigo, fall back like snatchin' purses for bust
So many styles - drop a beat, I'ma drop a hit
Rap game stop for the dope game - and cop a brick
No Limit Soldier baby, so watch the talk
Get lost like ohhhhhhh, "It Ain't My Fault!"
I'm from the N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
Tru my click, Silkk, the Shocker, yeah that's me
Now look, money I'm tryin' to make it
Bustas I'm tryin' to break, girls is like
Ooh I love Silkk, and then, ooh I hate him!
Cause they can't have me, but I don't look
I can't afford to live average
So senorita, let me walk you to my carriage
Now I don't wanna settle down, but we can do it like we married
Cheese!
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that Cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Remix
Yeah
Oh New Monica
So sick
Remix
It’s the remix playa it don’t get any hotta than that
Remix
A hot beat on some wax Monica what you say about that
Im Monica I got people out on every block
And them say you been cheatin what the blood clot
Dem rude boys why you thinks you a hot shot
You come back like them addicts look for crack spots
You must’ve fucked up how dare you got me on lock
You got me open like a chest with pneumonia
I fit ta run up on ya you and ya chicks im here to warn ya
Carzy like them gangs in California
Silly of me
Devoted so much time
To find you unfaithful, boy
I never lost my mind
Drive pass your house every night
In an unmarked car
Wondering what she had on me
To make you break my heart, yeah
{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so rea l(So real), oh...
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Nights I couldn't sleep, uh
You let the sun beat you home
I asked myself over again
What am I doing wrong
To make you stay out all night
And not think to call
What does she have over me
To make him not think to call home
{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so real {So real}, oh...
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Aye Busta Rhymes let me know a mans point of view (yeah)
Cause I think all men are dogs and that’s including you
(Well Monica look closer tell me what you see correct your self cause dog backwards is spells god)
see im so gone and I be slappin any kinda chick and I will step to any bitch I think he messin with
(watch what u say and do sometimes I cant ignore it from how you rap and spas over u do and I love you for it)
well im a singer not a fighter but don’t test me imma raise a blade under the tongue as a security
(now what you say first of all u know your still my baby my lady what’s with this crazy shit you talkin crazy)
see bust see im down for my man if he act right but if he out freakin yeah im on the first flight
(I know that you a hot head girl let me continue I don’t mean to patronize you but I love sexy thug in you)
{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so real {So real}, oh...
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
What she do, I do better (Ooh...oh...)
What she do to make you love her (What did she do)
Is it real or forever
Baby, please can't we stay together (Is it real or forever)
What she do, I do better (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What she do to make you love her (Yeah, ooh...)
Is it real or forever (Is it real)
[Verse 1]
Remix
We fall asleep naked; we wake up naked
You know what that mean, pussy for breakfast
And I know how she like it, I'm a psychic
I eat it then I go back to sleep, that's that itis
And she be by herself she a loner
Trukfit – I'm the owner
I make her moan call her Mona
I have a threesome if they cloned her
And me I'm purple kush forever
I'm purple drink forever
A dick make her feel retarded, she say I make her feel special
When I ain't thinking 'bout them other hoes
Ever since you put that pussy on me
I told her put that pussy on me right
And I'mma change your life
And don't sit on top of this dick if you scared of heights
And shawty be like
This pussy for you, I ask her is it true and she say like a horseshoe
She got that nigga name covered, that's a war-wound
She lay me on my back and ride this dick like Vroom
[Hook]
Then I turn on the lights, yeah and look in her eyes
Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage
She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus first-aid
They asked me what's her race and I say first place
Tunechi
[Verse 2]
Tell her I skate
And shawty down the earth, but bitch I need my space
And she gon' ride this dick, I had a long day
She say cum anyway you want, I give a Santa Claus face
We gon' turn up tonight, that pussy feel new
But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island
Now she got a man I think he gayer than a stylist
I wish we were both single like a couple dollars
And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus
So we eat each other up, like some Somalians
She know I got a girl but she keep this shit a thousand
Whenever we together she don't ever ask about us
She just be like – this pussy for you
I said come and eat this bone, and stop eating dog food
And she got that nigga name covered that's a war wound
And she lay me on my back and then she blow me like boom
[Hook]
Then I turn on the lights, yeah then look in her eyes
Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage
She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus first-aid
I put her in her place and that's first place
Tunechi
[Outro]
Tell her I skate
I ain't got no worries
No Frank Ocean I'm straight
Tunechi
Tell em' I'm straight
[Lil Flip:]
Remix
Hey Pimpin,
Im Lookin At Ya Jewlry Game And I See U Like Wearin Those Lil Bitty Stones Man,
Get U Some Rocks Man,
Im Tha #1 Fly Boy,
Im In The Building With Mike Jones,
And Free My Nigga Z-Ro Cuz,
[Chorus:]
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
[Verse:]
Im Still Fly, Im Still High, Yeah My Haze Blue
And Screw Made Me, Nigga I Didnt Make Screw
Now Im With Wanner Brothas
My Budget Much Bigga
And Yeah Im Fuck Wit 50 And Yeah I Fuck Wit Jigga
Maybach Coupe, That Bitch All White
If It Aint Front Row, I Aint Goin To Tha Fight
Yall Niggas Missin Flights, And Thats A Damn Shame
You Should Take Ya Show Money And Go And Buy An Airplane
Just Peep Tha Chain, Peep Tha Rang, Peep Tha Grill Boy
You Try To Take It And You Gonna Meet Tha Steel Boy
Im Reppin Texas All Day Im Not A Gimic
You Know Damn Well I Sold The Most Independent
[Chorus:]
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
[Verse 2:]
When I Pull Up All Tha Hoes Be Tryin To Take A Flick Wit Me
And Yeah Im Strapped Even Though I Got My Click Wit Me
450 Large I Just Let Tha Credit Card Charge
You Drankin Karo, I Be On That Real Bar
Candy Cars Screened Up
Bitch Roll My Green Up
We Fuck Ya Head Up Cuz Me And Mike Teamed Up
Cuz Its A Texas Thang
You Hear My Teaxs Slang
And Err' Thang Cheap If You Want That Teaxs Cane
I Told Kevin Black, I Need Another Plaque
I Stepped My Game Up Dog Im Even Makin Tracks
My Tennis Shoe's Comin, My Watch's Comin Next
So Get Tom On Tha Phone And Tell Em Cut Tha Check
[Chorus:]
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
I Keep 22's On My Foriegn Whips And 84's On My Hood Car
Before Tha Album Sold 1.5 Tha Streets Know Ive Been Good Boy
Got Tha Best Drops, Best Broads
Best Diamonds, Best Cars
Best Lean, Best Green
Best Clothes And Best Bar
Ice Age And Clover G's Fly Private Jets Over Seas
You Mad At Me Cause Your Baby Girl Wanna Leave You And Come Fly Wit Me
I Said Ice Age And Clover G's Fly Private Jets Over Seas
You Mad At Me Cause Your Baby Girl Wanna Leave You And Come Fly Wit Me
Cuz Imma Fly Boy, Roll Around In Em Fly Toys
Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
I Said Cuz Imma Fly Boy, Roll Around In Em Fly Toys
Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
[Chorus:]
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
(Remix)
I can't believe I'm here
Down at the Q's Jook Joint (no doubt)
It sure is happenin' y'all (on this remix)
But listening to this music
Kinda makes me think about when I used to listen to slow jams
Back in the day (yeah)
Like Babyface, Whip Appeal (no doubt)
Or R. Kelly, Bump And Grind
But you know what (what?)
Sometimes when I'm just layin' down with my man (yeah)
I get the feelin' I need to hear a little Barry White (no doubt)
Show you right (show you right)
Then there are other times when I just need a little Sexual Healing
Of Marvin Gaye (it's the now, baby)
(Remix)
What about some Teddy Pendergrass? (no doubt)
Close the door and turn out the lights (remix)
Feels so good baby, yeah
Yes (ah)
Yeah baby
(Remix) Baby (Slow Jams, remix)
Baby, oh yeah
(Babyface)
Baby dim the lights
So while I pour the wine
Set the music up nice and slow
Wanna move with you inside a groove
Like no one's ever known
Let your body unwind and walk the mile
Tell me what you like
'Cause tonite I wanna turn you up to paradise
Sweet thang hold me close
Share my desire
And we can make the magic flow
Once the music is rocking
Give me slow jams and hot romance
Rock me with that tender dance
Baby get closer so we can feel the power of love
Share my sweet groove the whole night through
Let me lay my beat on you
We'll keep the music playing movin' in time
Let me get a taste of some Babyface
And you know it'll be alright
'Cause the road that ends at Boyz II Men
Is the road I wanna ride
We can go to the moon on a Stevie tune
Fly ribbons in the sky
Give me everything R. Kelly sings
Let us bump and grind
Baby feel the beat
Here in my heart
Move with me in ecstacy
Let the melody start
Give me slow jams and hot romance
Rock me in that tender dance
I wanna feel the passion so give me all you got
Share my sweet groove the whole night through
Make tonight a dream come true
Let's keep this groove thing going and never never never let it stop
It's something that feels so right
Take this side of your rhythm
Baby tonight's your night
When I feel your beat inside my soul
It's a do me groove I know I can't control
Sweet thang hold me close
Share my desire
We can make the magic flow
Once the music is rockin'
Give me slow jams and hot romance
Rock me with that tender dance
I wanna feel the passion so give me all you got
Share my sweet groove the whole night through
Let me lay my beat on you
Let's keep this good thing going
REMIX!
Rucka Rucka Ali
Ed Words!
102.7 Detroit!
Pinegrove Records!
This one goes out to the (real) Americans!
I live in the street
I live in a box
I got me some keys
But don't got a door!
I eat Mickey D's
Right off of the floor
Outside of the store
In the parking lot
[x2]
So if you're white (Throw!)
Some change...
Because you're balling like bigshots
So if you're white (Throw!)
Some change...
Because I live in a bus stop
[x2]
I'm covered in lice
In lice
In lice
In lice
I live with my lice
My lice
My lice
My lice
Never mind cicada babies crawling on my face, I hate it [?]
8 or 9 or 10 I ate a couple on a plate today
Safe to say I blazed away my savings, I'm amazed, but hey
Throw me up some tonic and a drop of orange Gatorade
Baby I can take some baking soda and some cane and make a
Shake-and bake and take it to my lady for a little date
Book a (?) and pay in rocks and look us up what day it's 'bout to
Rain and maybe we can raid the basement of a baby's place
Living day to day is great, greater than some grated bacon
Scraped up off the ground that's been around like since like '88
Ate a couple steaks today, scraped them off the road cause they were
Stuck inside the body of a dog that met it's maker
They can take away my Lakers tickets, cause they fake
But they can never take away my God forsaken salt and pepper shakers!
Let me get some change, you crackers gon' get paid
Sit around and talk about how the office should get AIDS [?]
I live in the street
I live in a box
I got me some keys
But don't got a door!
I eat Mickey D's
Right off of the floor
Outside of the store
In the parking lot
So if you're white (Throw!)
Some change...
Because you're balling like bigshots
So if you're white (Throw!)
Some change...
Because I live in a bus stop
[x2]
I live with my lice
Heads up, you better duck, swinging fists like I don't give a fuck
Cause I'm drunk, brown-baggin' is very necessary
So hairy people think I'm scary, sleeping in the cemetery
Cold as FUCK, cause the shelter gave Ruck the last bunk
So I'm stuck eating garbage out the damn truck
Ally cat for a snack seven days a week
Only gold plaque I got is on my teeth, buyin crack, cause it's cheap
Hold the record for nastiest feet
Stuck up Mickey D's for a double cheese with a fake piece
Tried to be Bruce Lee n got a ride home from the police
Real drunk, humpin' tree stumps to get a nut, and yea I got
Herpes, so what, lemme get a cigarette, cause.
Ain't had a shower in 12 weeks, and that's late
I've been sleeping on 15 Mile and Orchard Lake
Girls be like "Words, you smell bad" I'm like
"BITCH I LIVE IN A FUCKING TRASH CAN! "
You know, I'm a soulja, drink a case of King Cobra
Might weeble and wobble, but won't fall down
Looking shitty like Detroit City from 6 Mile down
Reverse paparazzi, I watch the watchers watch me
Cause I jump over shells like Mario and Luigi
BIATCH!
I live in the street
I live in a box
I got me some keys
But don't got a door!
I eat Mickey D's
Right off of the floor
Outside of the store
In the parking lot
So if you're white (Throw!)
Some change...
Because you're balling like bigshots
So if you're white (Throw!)
Some change...
Because I live in a bus stop
I'm covered in lice
In lice
In lice
In lice
I live with my lice
My lice
My lice
Remix!
Rucka Rucka Ali
Oh yeah, very nice!
Pinegrove Records
Oh, oh, yeah, I like this
Serchlite Music, number one is USA
Confucius say...
It's been so long,
Since China first became a place
They are so strong,
Soon they will enslave the Fillipino race
I'm Viet Kong (Kong)
And I can hear my people cry
I know a thing or two,
About kung fu,
So kiss your ass good bye!
I wanna blow up China-na-na
They have sidways vagina-na-na
I really don't like China-na-na
We need to blow up China-na-na
I wanna blow up China-na-na
They have sidways vagina-na-na
I really don't like China-na-na
We need to blow up China-na-na
When I go,
To get my steak fried rice for two,
And it's cold,
And it makes me mad,
'Cause I paid five, ninety-two
Plus tax
And you know,
The Dalai Lama
Is my friend
He lives in Detroit,
And we boys,
And we would like to free Tibet
I wanna blow up China-na-na
They have sidways vagina-na-na
I really don't like China-na-na
We need to blow up China-na-na
I wanna blow up China-na-na
They have sidways vagina-na-na
I really don't like China-na-na
We need to blow up China-na-na
Ninja please,
Everybody in the house,
Smokes tree
I'm Viet Kong,
Do I look Chinee?
China never pay their Blockbuster fees
Ninja please,
Everybody in the house,
Smokes tree
I'm Viet Kong,
Do I look Chinee?
China never pay their Blockbuster fees
I wanna blow up China-na-na
They have sidways vagina-na-na
I really don't like China-na-na
We need to blow up China-na-na
I wanna blow up China-na-na
They have sidways vagina-na-na
I really don't like China-na-na
[mya]
Remix
Uh uh, uh uh
At the university, uh
Raekwon, noreaga, no-body
Movin' on
[r] yeah
[m] who da hell is sabrina?
[r] i don't know what you talkin bout
[m] yeah whatever
[r] go head man I don't even wanna hear that right now
[m] well whose drawers are these?
[r] why you goin through my pockets anyway?
Why you dissin me man?
[m] i'm movin' on
[r] psst, yeah?
[m] yeah!
[r] shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Mya get real again
Shit get real in here
I'm never gonna feel her again
[raekwon]
Yo, aiyyo
Yo select meat, gucci sneaker recipe light up the nestle
Bless me es-pecially, play where vettes be seen a
Green beemer, lightin cheeba
Side swipe adina dressed like a liter style off the meter
Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads
Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't yours
Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag
Blow you out the back, throw your broke ass in the gap
Analyze see it like that, felt you love be it like that
Still, I'm realer than the illest on wax
Rockin brims that hang low, frames sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
Fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my name blow
[mya]
I'll be movin' on
So far from where you are
Should I let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
And now I'm wishin on all the rainbows
That I see
That someday you'll regret what you
Done to me
And I never thought you would hurt me boy
But now I know
That's why you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried to play me but baby I had enough
So I'll be, movin' up
[noreaga]
You are leaving, on the next plain
And movin' on cause things ain't just the same
How could you do that, when nore lace the smooth track
And I'm the one that gave stella her groove back
The two mack, you see my peoples playin the cut
We thugged out, you know the ones that, say what what
So don't you, need a thug girl, get with a thug pearl
Shorty say I keep em wet like waterworld
I'm kind of busy doin mtv
So call me later y'all I think I'm the c-p-t, or
Polly with mya, in d.c.
Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo
And "don't let it go to your head," now
N.o.r.e., I'm still good in the bed now
And we can break up, move on and don't make up
The last kiss or none of that, like a running back
Got a little cheeba so what? I got tons of that
Noreaga, you know the underground thundercat
[mya]
Shit be real in here, shit be real in here
Uh-uh, shit be real in here, shit be real in here
Boy I'm movin' on
So far from where you are
Should I let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
And now I'm wishin on all the rainbows
That I see
That someday you'll regret what you
Done to me
And I never thought you would hurt me boy
But now I know
That's why you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
[noreaga]
I keep it live like a grid wire, you know I ain't a liar
N.o.r.e., raekwon and lady mya
Star collab' it, the wire just grab it
And if you see me with shorty, yo I'm stabbin it
[raekwon]
Yo nor' we used to bump like fly newlyweds, get drunk
Fuck and bump beds, rock dumps together, ice on her hand
Broadway junction the function, union square there
You follow me, for a year before you had hair
Actin like you got me on mack, you wack
I shoulda blowed it off, kept that ass flat
Mya blow the track
[mya]
I'll be movin' on
So far from where you are
Should I let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
Boy I'm movin' on
