Mathematics Filmography

• Wu-Tang Saga 2010, role: actor, character name: Allah Mathematics Play in Full Screen
• 3rd Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Wanda at Large 2003, role: composer, Play in Full Screen

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  Strawberries & Creamshow lyrics

  Strawberries & Cream

  [sample]
  "Who I sleep with is my own personal business"
  "Nah, man, no, who you sleep with
  The first face you see in the mornin
  Is very, significant, man, that's where you get your energy from
  It's your mirror, can you dig it?"
  [Intro: Allah Real (Inspectah Deck)]
  I'm thinking of the drop?
  Peace beautiful how you doing?
  You know I always see you, girl I wanna know
  You know what I had in my mind for you
  I just wanted to let you know that, damn girl
  (To all the queens), just give me a chance
  (To all the earths), I know you dig me, and I dig you (the goddesses)
  And I don't see why we can't make this happen
  (All the wisdoms) All you gotta do is have the will in yo mind
  And the will in mine -- I already got the will in my mind
  To say let's make it happen -- (all the syrens)
  Let's just see it, man, let's just find out
  Because I see the way you look at me, and I look at you
  The thing's that on my mind are all the time
  It's heaven, girl -- it's just heaven (yo, yo)
  [Inspectah Deck]
  Love or lust, voluptious strain struck my eye
  Black butterly, said she'd never love another guy
  I was a secret lover, now she says the'll be no other
  Hard to keep each other, knowing one day will be discovered
  See, I love ya, since my childhood, ma, look how you've grown
  We used to zone off and making love through the phone
  Now, stay with me, daisy lady drive me crazy
  Crazy tried to kill my baby, steal my baby, baby
  [Interlude: Allah Real]
  Girl, I wanna know, you know what
  Fact, listen girl (I wanna know)
  Just like everybody wanna come at you
  I'm comin' at you, but I'm the real man
  That wanna let you know something
  I wanna let you know, you got it, girl
  You know what I mean? You got it, you got the flavor
  Like raspberry to strawberries, girl
  You the one I need
  [RZA]
  High priced ice on my neck, cause the windchill
  She melt like a snowflake up against my car windshield
  Eyes like a reindeer, lost, innocent Bambi
  Toss the jammy from me, loved the life family
  Long talks and pillow fights, walking at night
  All she needed was a little light, shorty shining bright
  E-mails flirtin' with you, Bobby bout to burst a missile
  Wanted to hurt or tickle, girl, could you slurp it, would you?
  [Interlude: Allah Real]
  Can you hear me? Can you hear what I'm sayin' to you girl?
  I'm trynna show you how much I feel, the way I feel for you
  But here we go again, ma, one more time
  All you gotta do is just take a listen
  Just listen to me baby, ok? Just listen
  Listen to my needs, listen to your needs
  [Ghostface Killah]
  Five and a half in Boys, ass is off the hook
  High school pussy, heard you got the best noogie
  Sugar walls, watch your love, slide right on my dick
  I'm palmin' ya ass like this while you ridin' it
  I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec
  I feel it at the tip, ma', your pussy too wet
  One false move and I will blast like the very first time
  Burnt you with candle wax/wax, while you was slobbin' mine
  Dick is sensitive, you move, baby here it is
  Oh Lord, I told you not to move, you dumb broad
  Cummin' for days, wettin' ya caves
  My dick is like the sprinklers and maybe ya dush, I'm here to save the day
  Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
  Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggaz
  Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
  Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggaz
  [Allah Real]
  Girl I wanna know..
  You know you always stayin' on my mind
  Listen to our niggaz, ok girl
  Girl I wanna know..
  Because together we can make a change
  That'll be like, ahhh
  You feel me girl, do you feel me?
  Girl I wanna know..
  You always on my mind, girl, always
  I wanna know, you know you always stayin' on mind

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  The Problemshow lyrics

  The Problem

  [Intro: Method Man]
  Come on! Yeah... yeah..
  Yo, yo.
  [Chorus x2: Cappadonna]
  Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite
  Get paper, every night is hot night
  We stay tight, we just livin' our life
  We just livin' our life
  [Method Man]
  I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk
  Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers
  Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls
  It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is "because"
  No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
  Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
  Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
  Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
  Get down with the syndrome: retarded
  I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and
  Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair
  Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter
  That y'all, but not us
  Fly back, flag a cab and say "check ya"
  Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical
  [Chorus x2]
  [U-God]
  Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action
  The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'
  Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'
  Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan
  Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'
  Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'
  Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'
  Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang
  The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain
  Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang
  Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game
  A few men came, that really held weight
  Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states
  Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates
  Without a base, left the gun powder case
  Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface
  [Chorus x2]
  [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
  Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care
  Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
  [Inspectah Deck]
  Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone
  I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone
  Nice clone, but you could never match the born master
  Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by
  Dick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto
  Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info
  See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow
  Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O
  For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty
  A third time felon just hit with over thirty
  Note worthy style, have them so thirsty
  First degree heat, you quittin' on me
  Cold turkey, no mercy
  [Chorus x2]
  [Cappadonna]
  Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up
  Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable
  Street mentality, return of the cavalry
  36 Chambers, we off key block
  Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit
  M.C.'s, to stop that bullshit
  Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit
  Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit
  Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like
  Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips
  Don't get mad, respect rank
  No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks
  Everybody hold up your shanks
  [Chorus x2]

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  Tommyshow lyrics

  Tommy

  [Intro: movie sample]
  Set it here, set it here
  What is this, boy, what's the deal here
  What's the deal here?
  Come on with it, come on with it, speak up
  Speak up, you better be cool, suckas
  You better be cool
  You don't know who I am, do you, chump?
  I'm the death to you, boy
  To you, and you, and you, better remember now
  What goes around, comes around
  I'm coming here, don't fuck me with now
  You'll be dead
  [Intro: Eyeslow (Allah Real)
  Yo, Tommy what you doing out here, man?
  (Our little Tommy is thugging)
  You only 13, man, you should be in the crib, man
  You know if your brother was here, man
  (Selling drugs and he's buggin')
  You know what they do to you, man
  Word, I'll let him know, Jamaica, Queens
  (Our little Tommy is thugging)
  When we get smoked out, we just be buggin'
  Knowhatimsayin', check it
  (Our little Tommy is thugging)
  Yo, yo, yo
  [Eyeslow]
  Aiyo, I'm looking for that Dolly Parton
  So I skeet right on the salad garden
  Key up her ignition, after, whippin' it, I'm valet parking
  Fine gray buddha, now we sparking
  Fingers cob webbin', cop weave through four Jamaican's bobsledding
  I'm top ranked with the bank, it's no more stolen cars
  Fightin' over tuna cans and living off granola bars
  I put my work in like the Older Gods
  And gotta mob with status, Martin Lawrence
  Made it word, to rob and har'ass
  And my hood is villain blocks, niggaz killin' cops
  Cops killin' niggaz, dirty chicks and penicillen shots
  I'm sick of seeing bitches lyin' with a straight face
  Friendly orgy turning into Kobe Bryant's rape case
  My block is where the drama take place
  Fightin' mocassen, dippin' from Johnny Depp and Ali Robinson
  21 Jump Street jake, NYPD license plates
  I ripe with grapes, pipe the eighth, but only if my life's at stake
  Yo, I'm trynna get my cash established
  Three-two, Eyes -
  [Angie Neil]
  Tommy
  [Bald Head]
  Little Tommy got his hands on a gun, he only 13
  Smoking weed, running from thugs that's like 33
  He try'nna grow through fads, it ain't cool
  Cuttin' school, at a hooky party, feelin' on ass
  Til some hatin' cats came in, Tommy started grippin'
  Dude looked him up and down, and Tommy got offended
  Shots rang up, everybody run and rappin'
  Little do they know, Tommy love gun clappin'
  The kid bounce before he even got hit
  Messed up when shorty got caught, between that shit
  Now, who gonna tell honey moms how she cut school
  At a hooky school with girlfriends and wild dudes
  Who gonna talk to the cop, who gettin' locked for it?
  Tommy fled the scene, before somebody else saw him
  He ran fast, down Fulton Ave., tossin' his gun
  Thinkin' to himself; 'What the fuck I've done'
  [Chorus x2: Angie Neil]
  Tommy, Tommy
  Tommy, Tommy
  Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
  Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
  [Bald Head]
  His pops left when he was young, brother got locked up
  In the car chase, cause somebody got shot up
  A prime example of a man in your life
  A little dude like to fight for what's wrong, and not right
  Livin' life, it ain't life no more, homicide outside
  Lookin' in, about to knock on his door
  And little Tommy in a jam now, he going out
  Deja vu, but he seen what his brother would do
  So he flew out the back, on the run for the rest of his life
  Somebody told, he did it that same night
  A news flash, girl shot dead, her family sad
  And little Tommy couldn't live with that, he'd rather die
  Commited suicide, blew his brains out, his moms cried
  Only son left, took his last breath, closed his eyes now
  He on the other side, feeling good, talk to the God
  Understanding why he had it so hard
  [Interlude: Angie Neil (Allah Real) {Bald Head}]
  Tommy is buggin', oh yeah
  Tommy is thuggin'
  Tommy hisself, Tommy hisself
  (Said he thugged and he bugged)
  Tommy is buggin', Tommy is buggin'
  (Drugs... did that)
  Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
  Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
  Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tommy
  {Brooklyn, nigga, yo Mathematics
  They ain't understanding, man
  This is real serious, word haha
  It's a lot of little Tommy's all over the US ghetto
  You know what I mean? I mean these young dudes
  Really don't know, man, I think the TV
  Manipulate they minds man, they raising our kids
  Man, too many of them, we gotta control it, word
  And this what happens when you can't control it}

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  Two Shots Of Hennyshow lyrics

  Two Shots Of Henny

  [Chorus: Eyeslow (Angie Neil)]
  One cup of Henny's, got me feeling good
  Two cup of Henny's, got the dick on wood
  Three cup of Henny's, got me stumblin', whoadee
  Four cups, yeah, now it's a party
  Work your body, jerk your body
  But please don't hurt nobody
  Work your body, jerk your body
  (But please don't hurt nobody)
  [Eyeslow]
  I crack an L, when I roll it up, I puff inhale
  Exhale, while I hold my nuts
  I count the knot, while I fold it up
  I put Queens on the spot, yeah, now watch me blow it up
  I used to be a little nigga, now I'm growin' up
  I'm buck, plus in the whip, yo, I throw the clutch
  Gettin' nice on the bike, yo, I throws it up
  Livin' in the fast lane, I'm a soldier, what?
  I got the ice with the colder cut, got the dice to the point
  That every time that I roll, it's bucks
  I got the mic to the point, that every time
  That I flow, is nuts
  I'm livin' life, like blow a butt
  Four-five cigars keep niggaz rollin' up
  Four-five cars deep, when we rollin' up
  Four-five in the jeep, leave you foldin' up
  Four-five-six, freaks on these swollen nuts
  Come here, bitch, let me hold your bust
  Turn around, bend down, yeah, now let me mold ya butt
  It ain't nuthin' but a g-string, baby
  Two big butt cheeks going crazy
  I got that leak with the colder cut
  Anytime you smell the stink in the air, man, you know it's us
  We get the drink and the head, man, you know we drunk
  [Chorus]
  [Buddah Bless]
  I'm all that, and a bag of chips
  I'm all that, and a four-five mag of clips
  On the strength, it'll hit you from a block away
  Got a cousin that'll rip you out in Rockaway
  Got a brother that's locked away, ya'll niggaz was hot
  Yesterday, but you're not today
  Had rocks yesterday, you don't got today
  Had the block yesterday, where the block today?
  I'mma stop smoking and drinking, but not today
  [Chorus]
  [Interlude: Panama P.I.]
  Pimp left, pimp right, pimp left, pimp right
  Left, it's going down, right, pimp left, pimp right
  [Hot Flames]
  You can catch Flames at the bar, where the drinks
  And the chicks at, Don P, walk by, you know I gotta get that
  Throw a few lines, maybe later I can hit that
  Fuck 'em low cups, bartender, where the pimp at?
  Hen' on the rocks, got me tipsy
  Old flame sayin' she missed me, tried to kiss me
  I get that, Dutchies being rolled up, dog, let me hit that
  Before the bounce, we smell it and then we gotta clip that
  Open mic got up on the stage, and I ripped that
  Now I'm in the bathroom, chicks lickin' where my dick at
  Haters wanna kill me, all they do is grill me
  Niggaz that step up, get beat down quickly
  Play the wall, only if a chick there with me
  Beat her in the head, til the chick feel silly
  Throwin' lines, like 'ma, I don't want you to blow
  And I know you got a man, we crush on the low, you know?'
  [Chorus]
  [Panama P.I.]
  Bitches get pierced like belly buttons
  All my peeps and my fam in the telly fuckin'
  And the d's and the feds can't tell us nothing
  So if you rollin' with the God, let's do something
  Come on, with an L in my hand, I write a hell of a jam
  We may have a knife, but we better than fam
  Every time you see the Gods, they like where's the charm?
  If you knock 'em out the park, like Barry Bonds
  I got a, scary pops and a scary moms
  And I fuck with the hood, til we carry arms
  Started personal, and I can't stand these dudes
  Just for speaking man-to-man, they starting family feuds
  [Chorus]
  [Hook 2X: Allah Real]
  Step into the club
  Where there's sex and lot of drugs

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  Respect Mineshow lyrics

  Respect Mine

  [Intro: Raekwon]
  Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
  Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy
  That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggaz is
  Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up
  I put all this right there, on niggaz in H.T.M.'s son
  Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
  [Chorus: Raekwon]
  All magazines lit, fly life we live
  The lingo is to let, ya'll niggaz know, how niggaz rep
  I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
  Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set
  [Method Man]
  Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with
  Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it
  Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it
  "Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did
  Dish it out and take it
  To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it
  [Raekwon]
  Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit
  Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
  Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
  And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
  Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
  Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
  To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick
  My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit
  [Chorus x2]
  [Interlude: Allah Mathematics scratched samples up (Cappadonna)]
  "Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
  (Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?)
  [Cappadonna]
  Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggaz in whips
  Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip
  Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor
  Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw
  Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders
  Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
  The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
  We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters
  Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
  Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
  Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex
  Love vets, love weed and love wrecks
  [Method Man]
  All in together now, follow me the Method
  Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
  No love here, no tender, love and care
  But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggaz best before
  For consumption, for wack assumption
  You can catch a bad one or somethin'
  From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
  Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
  Drunk inside the function
  +Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
  +Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
  For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
  +Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+
  I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse
  Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
  Check your ego at the door
  Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it's yourz!

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  Return Of Da Cobra (skit)show lyrics

  Return Of Da Cobra (skit)

  [Buddah Bless]
  Yo, I'm like a shotgun ready to blow, ready to pop one
  Who ready to know, who bettin' the dough
  Bet his brains leave blood on the floor
  Other than atom, just lovin' the fact I'm live
  Nigga ain't gonn ask to ride
  The Cherokee engine in the mud, cherokee indian in my blood
  Thug be, with the blood leaf, Buddah
  Always gonna be the smoke in the air
  Livin' off a hope, and a dare
  And I'm focusin' here, open the beer
  Nigga, countin' up a loaf in the chair, baby
  I'm all in the throat, you feelin' me all in the choke
  Killin' me all... oops, I'm at it again
  Writin' a thousand bars hopin' my brother come out of the pen

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  Rushshow lyrics

  Rush

  [Intro: Method Man]
  Oh, oh, oh, come on, come on, come on
  Mutha what? Muthafucka
  That's right, all day, all night
  Come on, get down, yes y'all and
  To the right beat and you can even dance
  Or, just have a seating, seating
  Yo, yo, yo
  [Method Man]
  What it was, what it is, it's like I got a pistol
  To my head, can I live? You never should of left Tical for dead
  Never that, be careful what you wish for
  Today's your day to get yours
  Blowin' up the spot from the sixth floor, bent off
  Come and get your on smoke on, fish funk to choke on
  Go 'head, blaze a pound of that bullshit we both on
  Take it the 'source', 'hip hop quotable', of course
  I'm pullin' out my 'roots', to breathe in my 'black thought'
  Let's be honest, I break a spirit, if she break a promise
  They act just like they momma's, now what that got to do
  With the price of rice in China
  Or why these gold miners raise the price on they vagina
  Now frankly, I'm official, New York Yankee
  You can blame the radio stations that's trynna yank me
  And jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flow
  Go 'head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toe
  [Chorus: Method Man]
  Rush, the colisseum, rush, the dance floor
  Rush, the limosine, rush, don't let go
  And jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flow
  Go 'head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toe
  Whoa-ho-ho, let me like, solo with the flow
  Whoa-ho-ho, promoter better pay me at the door
  Whoa-ho-ho, what the fuck y'all think I'm flowin' for
  If I move to quick, oh, you just don't know
  [GZA]
  The sound echoed through the neighborhood and vibrate
  Circulate eruptions throughout the tri-state
  The wise they attract to it, cuz it's magnetic
  Those slow kids, stuck on the block, they don't get it
  But, they don't wanna set it, track on immedietly
  Quick fast, clock tick to the blast machine
  The bugged out, they scatter when the lights on
  We raid those local spots, til we turn the mics on
  Rollin' with the talent, the beats, and rap verse
  The crowd get excited, with the heat and clap first
  Must of had a hot hand to go in his waist band
  Set he had to lick a shot for a top notch Clan
  Multiple swordsmen, blade sharp
  Rip through your heart, M.C.'s, want no part
  For any type of conflict, or nonsense, then we respond quick
  It get thick, The Problem, goes beyond sick
  [Chorus]
  [Method Man]
  Let the record show, never test my flow
  Never tested positive for blow
  Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'
  Soon as muthafuckas get dough, they act different
  But not Nixon, let the pot call the kettle black, but not in my kitchen
  And y'all fixin', to be on milk cartoons missing
  In the Double XL, Supreme Clientele
  Since then I have no birthday, my sign's not for sale
  If I had a dollar, for every time M.C.'s tried to holla
  Brag about dough, and pop they collar
  I'd probably be a zillionaire, like, 'fuck rapping and rappers'
  Cut the drama, we don't like the way y'all actin'
  Eat, drink and smoke Mary, Mr. Meth's rated X
  By any means necessary (come on)
  It ain't easy being greasy, in the main event now
  Catch me on your Pay-Per-View TV

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  Spot Liteshow lyrics

  Spot Lite

  [Intro: Method Man]
  Come on! Yeah... yeah..
  Yo, yo.
  [Chorus x2: Cappadonna]
  Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite
  Get paper, every night is hot night
  We stay tight, we just livin' our life
  We just livin' our life
  [Method Man]
  I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk
  Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers
  Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls
  It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is "because"
  No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
  Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
  Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
  Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
  Get down with the syndrome: retarded
  I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and
  Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair
  Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter
  That y'all, but not us
  Fly back, flag a cab and say "check ya"
  Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical
  [Chorus x2]
  [U-God]
  Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action
  The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'
  Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'
  Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan
  Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'
  Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'
  Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'
  Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang
  The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain
  Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang
  Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game
  A few men came, that really held weight
  Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states
  Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates
  Without a base, left the gun powder case
  Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface
  [Chorus x2]
  [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
  Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care
  Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
  [Inspectah Deck]
  Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone
  I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone
  Nice clone, but you could never match the born master
  Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by
  Dick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto
  Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info
  See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow
  Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O
  For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty
  A third time felon just hit with over thirty
  Note worthy style, have them so thirsty
  First degree heat, you quittin' on me
  Cold turkey, no mercy
  [Chorus x2]
  [Cappadonna]
  Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up
  Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable
  Street mentality, return of the cavalry
  36 Chambers, we off key block
  Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit
  M.C.'s, to stop that bullshit
  Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit
  Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit
  Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like
  Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips
  Don't get mad, respect rank
  No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks
  Everybody hold up your shanks

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  Bullet Scar

  [Intro: T-Slugz]
  I got it, in yo city
  Strong arm.... let's go
  [Chorus x2: T-Slugz]
  Yo, my life's like a story, I'm let it be known
  It was like that before me, and it lit up my soul
  Now I see through the lines, to the lies they told
  Lives they stole, this wasn't the life I chose
  [T-Slugz]
  Feel like I'm living in an ocean of sharks
  Or in the tank with snakes
  I'm not an artist, I'm just somebody's bait
  Take flicks, no smile on my face, I'm a serious dude
  I'm bout to make this world a scary place
  Plus I'm guided by the light in my fate
  So I see my way, up that road, before I get to the gates
  Learned to separate the truth from lies, and put ya bullshit aside
  For the family, I ride til I die
  Ain't no such things as friends, know why?
  Cause them niggaz is plottin' like foes
  You can see the hate in they're eyes
  Stretch life with the ink in my pen, I'm obsessed with writing
  And all these bars is a blessing from God
  Teach lessons to the young g's, that chill in the yard
  I tell 'em, time will get you, if you caught off guard
  Stay focused, watch them devils ridin' by in them cars
  Jumpin' out, tryin' to turn our ghetto to Oz
  Two wise to be fooled, by phony disguise
  I strategize, calculate my moves with stride, so
  Never could you hurt my pride, cause I ain't got one
  Nor an ego, towards any of my amigos
  I see through cracks like peep holes
  Soon as you creep low, you seep low, when the heat blow
  I ain't got to be dude, that'll pull the trigger
  I'm the man, who hires the killer to wack that nigga

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  C What I C

  [Intro: Eyeslow]
  Tell 'em what you see, Slugz
  [T-Slugz]
  I see fellas shootin' cracks, near the stoupe
  Old man sellin' fruit, out the trunk of his hoop
  Old lady singin' the blues, young mother stop
  Watch as a baby boy tie his shoes
  White cops on the corner, with fire in they eyes
  Can't wait to see a black man die, family cries
  Girls jumpin' double dutch, shorty's playin' hopskotch
  Grown folks get drunk, O.G.'s sellin' pot
  Mr. Softy's outside on days when it get hot
  Crowd circle around victims, every time they get shot
  Young g's, playin' skelly, waxin' they tops
  Teenage dudes run around with cracks in they socks
  Twin building born and raised, fat ass with good grades
  Sleep in the back of the staircase blazed
  Drinkin' Olde E. in the fifth grade, cuts until you know me
  On the rooftop, where I bust my first pistoly
  Skelly for money was the shit, packin' bags in the back store
  Trynna get rich off tips
  Used to play baseball cards, 7/11, American eagle
  Wresting, for them cardboard belts
  Through the end, god rest the dead
  Tell the jokes in the lobby, slapboxing was the young g's hobby
  Hear guns pop, everybody run and pick a spot to watch
  Come back when the body drop, and see who got shot
  D's blitz, we vacate the block
  The last man's, usually the first man to get got
  Eleven o'clock curfew, out to late, answer to moms
  Not pops, pops live with his moms
  Word is bond was the new slang, then they came up with 'da bomb'
  Who would of known it would define this charm
  That are totin' right now, to reminisce this song
  To put your feet in the boots, of a new born don, it's on
  [Interlude: Eyeslow]
  Uh - yo, let me tell you what I see
  [Eyeslow]
  I see the brain dead 'caine heads
  Dope addicts with 'matics that'll body something
  Just to get a dame fed, dealers trynna raise bread
  For new rides, could end up in jail stuck
  With no bail money, inside, for real money, it's live
  I live where they snatch cables, and turn
  Corner bodegas, until crack tables
  Ex-gangstas, rich money, through rap labels
  I'm watchin' as the world collapse fatal
  I'm seeing, for dependants on the tax return
  For one single long stress, though the cash concern
  Billy stable from the cash he earned
  But her baby daddy, see his four kids as his last concern
  Dog -- I see the scam, behind the scam, pause in Iraq for terrorism
  What's the plan behind the plan, fuck the President
  It's time to ask the man behind the man
  My niggaz pay dues in advance, I remember my first day of school
  As I sit back still, think about my Pre-K days with Miss MacNeel
  Linin' up in size order, acid wash jeans
  Arcade Mario, before the Macintosh screens
  That was back in our scene, dope cotoroids
  Yellow Pat Ewing kicks, match the old coloroids
  Bills have me so annoyed, first love dumped in sixth grade
  She had a thing for the older boys, I remember my first high
  Puffin' the L, using three different colognes to cover the smell
  Conversatin' with my mom dukes, blunted as hell
  She seen through my red eyes, I was under the spell
  Ain't nothing like the good ol' days, like the first gun I clutch
  First nut I bust, caught her at the double dutch
  Pre-school, summer lunch, milk was stale
  Yo, my first sale landed me my first time in jail
  As a youth, shit was real
  [T-Slugz]
  Feel what I feel, see what I see
  Put yourselves in my shoes, take a walk with me
  Where the thugs clack pistols, off police
  Side arms, scorch niggaz to the fourth degree
  O.G.'s doing shit, they get a '85
  Back then where hustlin' was like a cup of tea
  How you want the glock pumped in that 43
  Workin' your mail box, no building key
  No scat to the thing, get your enemies
  This the new millennium, get on your j.o.b
  If you see what I see, be where I be
  Degrees, that it's living like refugees
  And the hood's get boring, only thing to do is smoke trees
  And walk through the revolving door
  Every day the same thing, only thing different is that
  You might take another route to the stores
  See a thug on the floor, holding his jaw
  For fights, the cat, who bustin' gats southpaw
  Top of his dome looking like coleslaw
  They left him in the park, under the sliding board
  DT's walking around and they asking questions
  Never get no answers, we know our lessons
  Baby moms stressin', cause I come home late
  She don't understand that I got moves to make
  Trynna get us out this hood, ma, I change your fate
  Cause I don't wanna fall victim to my own mistakes
  Been to too many funerals, too many wakes
  I cried, my last cry, trynna clean my slate
  Still watchin' all the snakes, and the playas who hate
  Violate and get ate, like a piece of cake
  Take a walk where the hustlas lay, on the grind all day
  Hooded DT's, a block away
  Cause the kid's gotta eat, and it's bills to pay
  Grown men beggin' family for a place to say
  Now these teenage girls livin' life as a pie
  Cry inside, cause outside they livin' alive
  Take a walk where the gangstas die, now the candles act
  Shit lit up like the fourth of july
  Every week it's a new obituary in the lobby
  And the memory of somebody who got bodied
  Niggaz rollin' dice in front of the building
  And serving the fiends dreams, in front of the children
  Hood life is the only life we know

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  Alwayz N.y.

  [Intro: Movie sample]
  Hey wait a minute, man, what about me?
  Hey wait a minute, y'all got.
  Y'all play a role in a racket flow
  It was an act of God
  I don't know what kind of act it was
  I don't know how a junkie bust into my room and stole my TV
  Hey, it wasn't me, man
  Why ain't you out here arrestin' him?
  Instead of runnin' him out
  It was me, I confess! I confess!
  Dead story, a respectable workin' person can't even walk 5 minutes
  on the street without somethin' happenin'
  All you cops don't do nothin'!
  Junkier than police, one right behind the other with his hand out
  Oh, baby, he's gonna get rid of both of you cops
  [Chorus: Buddha Bless]
  Ayo, we always gon' hit heads left and right
  We always gon' get dumb skets to fight
  We always smoke and drink to set shit right
  Yo it's always gon' be left, to we left the light
  [Buddha Bless]
  We always gon' be thug niggaz and see drug figures
  Always gon' be stuck on the block, fuckin' with cops
  Always gon' get McGirts, liftin' skirts
  Turn around and let the click just work
  We always gon' be chasin' cash, racin' fast
  Like we don't need life yo
  It's always gon' be street life
  We always gon' bank the dough, spank the hoe
  Drink some Mo', you better act like you think you know
  It's always gon' be Queens N.Y
  Always gon' be scenes when men die
  We always gon' be doin' time for doin' crimes
  It's always gon' be in Riker's Island
  We always gon' be "life is wildin"
  We always gon' be puffed out, mobbed out
  With your bitch gettin' dogged out
  And the click gettin' slobbed out
  Love between thugs, it's love between clubs
  It's always gon' be, like the giddy, it's always ownin' me
  We always gon' shake the dice, stay laced in ice
  Talk the Judas down when we hate the price
  Always gon' keep it funky
  It's always gon' be grungy
  We always gon' eat cuz we always gon' be Hungry
  We always gon' grab the dick, try to bag a chick
  And walk around with a grill like we mad at shit
  We always gon' be in project hallways
  Crowdin' up the doorways, drownin' up the Jorday's
  We always gon' be naughty
  Liberty bassly, forty, niggaz be crazy, whodi
  Always.
  [Chorus x0.75]
  [Buddha Bless]
  Yo it's a..
  [Masta Killa]
  ....warnin', East New York niggaz formin'
  Beats say Bang Ya Head, Sister Sledge
  War dance with the wild Apache Indian
  Get Tom machine gun, fast car, big engine
  Few squads for the back massage, head job
  Then it's back to business
  Murder one, leave no witness
  Snatch mic, bash face and fight
  Red light scope at night
  Movin' through the Snow dressed in White
  It's the ninja from the rooftop site
  Aim for the brain, snipe from the buildin' across the boulevard
  Hit him from a hundred yards
  I just got a type from 'Preme behind bars
  Peace God, you beat niggaz up, I suppose
  Sixteen metal machine I still hold
  Shoot snub from ear lobe
  Fortified rich with Twelve Jewelz of Islam
  Walk humble and calm
  Newspaper under the arm conceal arms
  [U-God]
  You want it rough? That Hellfire stuff?
  Poisonous mics, yo make the party jump
  Delicious, the funk, make your heart pump
  Told ya, soldiers get over the hump
  Your arms are too short boy you don't wanna rump
  with U-God the grump, van, black truck
  Ha, heavy on the grams, every man back up
  Niggaz act up, let the style spin
  This is Knockout Kings 2000 again
  Let the style in for a few proud men
  Clifton Project, rugged grain Shaolin
  Women in the bed, wolves are fed
  Same Wu Chamber that Bang Ya Head
  Aim with the stainless, hang like dreads
  Dirty at the game but the same celebs
  [Chorus]
  [Icarus]
  Yo, yo, yo
  Is it the hate that make me sip the Hennessey straight?
  Then go and leave my enemy face, simply erase
  Make me hop out the Benz with the Tennessee plates
  Make me run up in ya house shoutin', "Empty the safe"
  Or could it be love? Make be rock the hoodie and gloves
  Wonder if Snoop wasn't Crip, would he be Blood?
  Or maybe it's where I'm from, Bushwick
  That got me wearin' my gun everywhere that I come
  Why your chick got my pubic hair on her tongue
  Uh-huh, if you wanna see the light, nigga, stare at the sun
  Can it be my older days that gave me my colder ways?
  Blowin' strays at your rollerblades
  Whatever it be, that make me take your leather and flee
  Evidently, livin' legal never was me
  [Inspectah Deck]
  Yo we livin' it, lovin' every minute, won't quit it
  Hollow points aim with your first name printed
  In it for the money, never did it for love
  Made a few enemies, couldn't limit the slugs
  Never talk much, got ways of handlin' such
  The enforcer, cause the police to rush
  On the daily, rarely seen, often heard
  You can spot me in the Hill layin' off of the curb
  On the verge of snatchin' up ya crown and throne
  While I walk through the heart of the Hell and call it home
  Shao' borough Commando, style thorough
  Wild like a convict lose on the furlo [echoes]
  [movie sample]

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  Break That

  [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass
  The things that you learnt in class, is trash
  You can't do nothing with it, I put you in the past
  The pilgrim muthafuckas - shut the fuck up!
  I do it to you bad luck, the hair get plucked
  The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash
  And stay out of business, cuz I'm takin' your cash
  This world belong to me, none of y'all free
  I got y'all in - slavery
  The habit of breathing, the hope to find
  That you're misbehaving, Link your Cuban
  Fuck your booing, flash the burners
  On your crewing, cuz I'm much different from
  The other M.C.'s, I got the amazing ability
  I get on the mic, so you can have a ball (break that break)
  I can fly through the air and stick to the wall
  I can take a punch, or get hit by a car
  Could go to the nearest or farthest star
  As a matter of fact, that's what I won't talk about
  How I'm going outer space, just to be in the house
  How I'm going outer space, - - be in the house
  [Chorus x7: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Break that break (nah-nah-nah-nah)
  [U-God]
  I'm that mic enhancer, the beat programmer
  When Ason Unique speak, he throw hammers
  And we go bananas over old school breaks
  I take an old school loop and break it on yo face
  I start from a clean slate, bang you on the waistline
  Deep Space Nine, mass master bass line
  I break spines, til they fraction or splinter
  I want Michael Jackson money, just a fraction of Thriller
  Deep in, the laboratory, manufacture the Zilla
  Cock, notch category, capture the realer
  We the ex-drug dealers, still serving them fiends
  With TV's in the car, the size of movie screens
  You know the routine, give 'em what they need
  That disco shit, satisfaction guaranteed
  [Chorus x7]
  [Masta Killa]
  Yeah, 1-2-3, microphone check
  In the place to be, as you can see
  This is Wu-Tang Clan guest starring M.C
  With no harm intended, nobody offended
  Carry on with the social, nothing but a party tonight
  Special invite, ladies free before midnight
  We lock the club down, clash sound hear the guns pop
  See D.J.'s spin, counter clock, keep gridlocked
  Line around the block, women by the flock
  Wanna party with the great, I reap Jamel
  Ring bells throughout the state
  Diggin' in the crates, for the old school
  Remix, nice it up for the people
  Ladies want the hardest stiff, to spread eagle

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  Da Great Siege

  [Intro: RZA]
  It's Da Great Siege, Allah Mathematics
  [Hook: RZA]
  It's Da Great Siege
  See y'all faggot niggaz back the fuck up
  Y'all bitches just back the fuck up
  It's Da Great Siege
  Killa Bees in fatigue
  No time to bob or weave
  Your city's intrigued
  Pushing straight through in a navy-blue H2 Hummer
  Bounce a nigga bummer
  We scrape you dumber
  Shaolin rooftop talk
  We shot talk
  Who shot hawk?
  Bobby got off
  It's Da Great Siege
  Killa Bees in fatigue
  You caught up in intrigue
  The city's caught
  No chance to bob and weave
  BZA-Bobby [bzz]
  Shaolin - ring the alarm
  Who shot hawk?
  Who got off?
  Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer
  Bounce a nigga, we scrape you
  You looking dumber and dumber
  We turn winter to summer
  [RZA]
  We be sharing poems, wearing hand bones
  Tearing domes in half, seizing thrones
  Wearing stones, they engineering clones
  But they can't zone in to where the soul roams
  I'm home, up in my lab 'bout to stab the pad
  Just hit this blunt, just had some cunt
  Rice and beans, steamed from the à la cuisine in Queens
  across the street from the Nazarean
  The black prince in the G wagon, black tints
  Music bubbling, hollarin at the hood wench
  The mechanic fix like Johnny Goodwrench
  Ninja walk on sands, leave no footprints
  Bitches dialect compressed on cassette
  Two three point intellect, splashed in Fayette's
  On TV video shows, pretty video hoes
  Licking old souls, spread eagle pose
  Shaolin talk slang with the royal blood
  [Hook: RZA]
  Killa Bees in fatigue
  No chance to bob and weave
  The city's intrigued
  I'm pushing straight through in that navy-blue H2 Hummer
  We scrape you, it's a bummer
  You dumber and dumber
  Shaolin rooftop talk
  Who shot hawk?
  Who got off? - Bobby
  Trapped in the Bing like my name was Crosby
  Getting these bills like Cosby
  [RZA]
  I'm up on Pickin
  Bitch walked in on a veggie fried rice and half a chicken
  Like it's finger-licking, my favorite clicking
  On some old finger-picking, itchy trigger, nigga listen [gun shot]
  [Hook: RZA]
  It's Da Great Siege
  Killa Bees in fatigue
  You're gonna get intrigued
  The city's caught
  No chance to bob and weave
  BZA-Bobby, Shaolin rooftop talk
  Who shot hawk?
  Who got off?
  Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer
  Bounce a nigga, he scrape you
  You looking dumber and dumber
  We turn winter into summer
  Can we bling bling, shine shine
  [Outro: RZA]

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  Da Way We Were

  [Chorus: Mathematics]
  It was the good life, we rolled dice, with not much, but hung tough
  With grandmas, and grandpas, my Old Earth, my great pops
  With hustlers that hustled and pimps that played
  And O.G.'s that never played, Mac ten's that sprayed
  From park jams and projects, parades lead to forty
  Southside seventeen, Sufton bully shorties
  Seven crowns, one eighteen, the Gods we get down
  Lakeweed to Inwood, it's all good, it's my town
  [Mathematics]
  Back in the days: New Birth, Chi-Lites and O'Jays
  Sang the roots, they hit the stage, they hit the stage
  They hit the stage, they hit the stage
  It was set in a mack and mo'
  Yellow Caddy, roof down, deckin' slow mo
  Grim hat to the side, feather in it
  Burgundy, pimpin' on a stroll for a minute, now
  How you doin' this morning, Miss Johnson?
  She's crouchin', snatchin' up the weeds from out her garden
  I beg your pardon, and catch you down at the pool hall
  Where we can play a game, smoke a tray and drink some alcohol
  Placin' numbers, catch each one as they sprintin'
  And printin', numbers in there heads like it's printed
  Fur coats, minks, and canes, pops givin' me
  Shots on the low, moms blastin' Al Green
  "I'm Still In Love With You", Kool-Aid, hot grits
  New skits, fist fights, black-eyes and fat lips
  Gangs with chains and motorcycles, family rivals
  You fight one, you fight all, if have too
  Afro's and picks, chicks double dutch
  They young, they cry "Black & Strong" as they strut
  No more, we shall overcome, they overcame
  A Black Panther, black liberation army and
  Brothers, who fought to hold the grain
  Sisters who bare these pains so there seeds could break these chains
  Brain music: Curtis, Marvin and Teddy
  The Temptations, plus The Sweet Inspirations
  [Chorus]
  [Mathematics]
  Ladies sung the blues, Smokey hit the high notes
  Coolie High lost Cochise a while ago
  It's been a long time coming
  Funny how things changed, Superfly Priest just left the game
  Cotton came to Harlem, last weekend
  It's peeking, fiends around nottin', creepkin' and sleakin'
  Eyes the sice of watermelons, grits the size of fists
  Searchin' for the next fame to stick
  Slick daddy with the heroin, dust if you must
  Herb, free basic, you lust
  Goalie left his hoes on the stroll, dipped on the low
  Stabbed Pretty Tone and watched him blow
  James died in a car crash, J.J. felt the blast
  Penny got furnished beneath the cast
  Who seen our moms, last, baby, I'm back though
  What's Happening? Baretta's on the block with the four-four
  Him and Kojak fuckin' with Lamont and Rollo
  Some things never change, son, maybe tomorrow
  Or the day after, another chapter
  Wishin', aww shit, Huggy Bear, fuckin' snitchin'
  Chop his throat with them razors they be tuckin'
  That's for talkin', they hung his tongue and kept walkin'
  And headed down to the Bar Lounge
  To hear some soulful sounds, and drown a few rounds
  [Chorus x2]
  [Outro: Mathematics]

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  Can I Rise

  [Intro: Hot Flames]
  Yeah... it's that pain
  Strongarm, Mathematics, yeah, yo
  [Hot Flames]
  Sometimes I zone out, starin' at the wall with the chrome out
  I'm broke, but I'm black, so I can't take a loan out
  Judges sendin' me in, cases hardly gettin' thrown out
  Lost in the system, fam, like I miss 'em
  Had a smart mouth, so the gods probably twist 'em
  On the floor leaking, til the meds come and stitch 'em
  Little brother got that, cops pistol whipped 'em
  Heard he in the gay house, faggot nigga pimpin' him
  Thought he was a thug, look what the world did to him
  Everything's changing, everybody banging
  Every where you go in this world, niggaz hating
  Used to kick ass, now he take it in the anus
  Told his moms, phone hit the floor when she fainted
  She a Jehovah witness, she blamin' it on Satan
  Both sons locked up, spend her nights prayin'
  Welfare washed up, living in the basement
  Daughter on the strip, now, hoe and for nathin'
  Moms got arthritis, hands keep shaking
  Couple months passed, now she buried in the pavement
  Fifteen alcoholic, whole life wasted
  [Chorus x2: Hot Flames]
  Can I rise? And get to the laugh, through the cries
  While I'm alive, the projects, the hood through my eyes
  No lies, people relyin' or just enough cash
  To survive, I'mma strive, to the top, before I die
  [Hot Flames]
  Little man again, tired of people making fun of him
  Poppy spaz out, if you put the gun in front of him
  O.G. hustling nigga, gave him a pack
  Told him to, hold his head and gave him a gat
  Shorty coming through, whips now, we started to stack
  Started hanging out with pimps now, started to mack
  Flossin', his lady got pregnant, had an abortion
  Cops raided his crib, took half of his fortune
  The other half that he had, was the O.G.'s potion
  He's left for nothing, thirty thou', down the drain
  Now he mad the gate, that he fouled the game
  He got knocked, lost his dough, write after, he lost his hoes
  Did a year, then they off of parole
  Five years, it took that, couldn't wait to get home
  But that O.G. hustler, was waiting with chrome
  He owed him, twenty five, only gave him fifteen
  He thought, being that he did time, the nigga wouldn't see him
  But he did, came home and he was waiting in his crib
  Came in his door, he had his lady, suckin' his dick
  Down to the floor, he spazzed out, thought she was cheating
  Til he seen her face was beaten, he had no gun
  But he did start swinging, the O.G. whistle
  Three niggaz came in with pistols, poppin'
  And left, his last words, were 'baby, I miss you'
  [Chorus x2]
  [Hot Flames]
  Son, started rappin at 12, by 15, he was sick
  His whole hood thought he had potential, to be the next B.I.G
  So many rap niggaz, offered to put him under the table
  But he signed with no lawyer, to an underground label
  Everything was good at first, so he was feeling the vibe
  I mean, he knew he was gonna struggle, but he was willing to ride
  They had him on some pretty shit, and it was killing his pride
  But he held it in, kept it all, hittin' in sides
  See, he was gutter since birth, he didn't know about flossin'
  Coppin' him new Benz, he didn't know it was gon' cost him
  He ain't know if he ain't blowin', he gon' wind up owein'
  And that brand new car, they gonna wind up towin'
  It's more than music, everything is based on business
  He's a hard headed little nigga, never would listen
  Signed off his publishing, for half of his spinach
  Spaz out on 'em, and his whole career was finished
  Til he signed to another label, and repaired his image
  Got back on that hard shit, they ain't feelin' him now
  Hand fools, last year, he was killing the crowd
  Now he can't even go gold, he gettin' tired of the game
  Niggaz makin' fun of his name, he gettin' tired of the shame
  Took it out on his dame, now he locked in the bang, it's crazy
  It's how we live, yeah..
  [Chorus x2]
  [Outro: Hot Flames]
  Can I Rise?

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  Coach Talk

  [Intro: Bald Head]
  Haha, yeah..
  See man? Playas, man
  That's how it is, can't stop, knowhatimean
  I mean feel me, man, feel where I'm comin' from, bro
  [Chorus x2: Bald Head]
  Mami, dancin' on my lap, tell me can you feel that?
  We can get up out of here, I got somewhere to chill at
  Rims on the Cadillac, go round and round
  Round - that's that coach talk
  [Bald Head]
  Heard ya'll niggaz love to smoke and shit, get ya head right
  Ladies you can roll with me, I break day light
  Holla in the afternoon, crush on the latenight
  Playas, thugs, pimps -- they don't play right
  I coach and I stroke my chicks, never play fight
  That's heavy, you can quote the kid, nothing to take life
  Jealous, you hate the kid, well you can stay tight
  Or focus, seein' it dog, I never lose sight
  I move around, so I booked a few flights (yup)
  Met two chicks that fuck with two dikes
  Got 'em from the airport, it's on for two nights
  They always catch feelings, guess it's just life
  I always cut 'em off, guess I'm just trife
  And I never call back, guess it's just phife
  That got me fucked up, dog, you know this ain't right
  Too many ladies on my - whew - so I'm lovin' them right, uh-huh
  [Chorus x2]
  [Bald Head (Starr)]
  (Where them dollas at?) Mah, you ain't built for that
  We on another level, (boo, I'll take you higher than that
  I take you to a place you ain't never seen before)
  Shorty, you talk slick, let the kid, hear more
  (I'm like a diamond in the rough, some said, I talk tough
  They be like, we're the novelty, callin' you bluff)
  I'm like a buggy eye, ride with class and talk thug talk
  Live the street life, the new king of New York
  (I like your style, white tee, rocked over your wife beat')
  I like my girl fiesty, every night she let me beat it
  (But it's not like me, to tie down or be a wifey)
  But it's not like me to tie down, but if you like me
  We can swing an ep', just don't bring your friends
  Cause you know how they act, when they see that Benz
  (What you mean my friends) Yeah (See I roll for self
  I got a got a coupe for two, I do mine for stealth) come on
  [Chorus x2]
  [Outro: Bald Head]
  You know what I mean? Just coaches baby, that's it man
  24/7 man, 365 man, that's that coach talk, man
  Get it together man, Brooklyn, man, Mathematics, man
  Starr, man, Bald Head, man, it's the coach talkin' nigga
  It's the coach talking, nigga.. you know I'm being a player, baby

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  Mathematics

  Aiyo, Sammy, you know, you'se a clown, man
  Why don't you just, why don't you just shut your mouth?
  (Ok, I'll shut up, I'm not one that has to keep talking
  Some fellas just have to keep their mouths flapping,
  but no me
  I was brought up right) Brought up right, what are you
  talking about?
  You'se a character, man, you can't even add up, right,
  You'se a nothing (Two nothings is nothing, that's
  mathematics son
  You can argue with me, but you can't argue with
  figures) Why not?
  (Two half nothings is a whole nothing) That's right and
  ain't nothing goin on right here
  [Shawn Wigs]
  Yo, son it's simple mathematics, how things come
  together
  The moon changes the night, the sun changes the weather
  Stars is on TV, the thugs, the talk greasy
  Don't ever gamble your money, it's that easy
  It's common sense, repent your sins, count your wins
  Forget your losses, sometimes you pay dues to the
  bosses
  Big fish eat little fish, and your wish don't come true
  from blowing on no cake
  You want it, you gotta take it, who out get it, to make
  The only thing you liable to get, is a little hatred
  But God bless, people hate to see success
  Hate to see you progress, while they life's all
  stressed
  So proceed on your to the riches, don't let the ugly
  Virus of life, give you program glitches
  You made it, this far, believe in God or Allah
  Whoever blesses your life and helps to heal scars
  [Outro: Shawn Wigs]
  In life, you got negativy and positive energy
  It's simple mathematics, don't let nobody bring you
  down

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  Prelude to the Answer

  [Verse 1: Raekwon]
  Back with another one, this hip hop shit ain't over
  The Wu brought it back I told you
  Chef shit is hard
  The hip hop critics is dick heads
  They'd rather see Shallah in the yard
  Writing rhymes that's soft as cotton
  We can never ever see that
  The nigga flow grows is poppin
  First verse I'll be ready to get clowns
  Catch em in hallways, the worst look get laid down
  And I rhyme for shooters and boosters
  Get money churchmen
  All those respect my Wu shit
  Regardless if you see me on TV in 3d and HD
  Ima stay safe in Rae beats
  This time I'm a bastard swordsmen
  Who put in that work, real quick then I'm repping to Boston
  Don't try to get in my way
  Any rapper any herb I'mma blow you like herbs and lick
  [Verse 2: Eyes-Low]
  Fuck a cell phone plan
  With a ring I get $100
  Five dubs in a whip on my way to holler
  Yeah I do credits but not the type you get in college
  My niggas gettin' 4 Benzes, so we rip impalas
  Tints on the windows, lookin' like the Ds
  Got the dope boys nervous when they see me in the street
  Fuck the hollering on wax, you can see me if it's beef
  Hollywood will load the gat and put the BBs in his fleece
  I'm a preacher with the peace
  I used to sell X on the west coast
  Now I get it cheaper on the east
  I've been around the world like Lisa Stansbury
  TV with the goosenecks, goosenecks with the cranberry
  Got the Clan ready with the 10 Chevy
  Keep my grams heavy
  Slap a bitch ass, doggy style, like my hand's heavy
  G up in my swag
  Tough talk'll get your man buried
  Blow the last dragon, part two
  Nigga, fists of fury
  [Verse 3: Bad Luck]
  I could care less if you're well know shooters
  100 guns, 100 clips, but you still can't move
  It's been a while since you heard a nice nigga from BK
  Representin' the village
  Known for lettin' this heat spray
  First grip we flipped took like a weekend, three days
  Whole team runnin' 'round the Ps with AKs
  9 different types of drugs, slippin”em 5 ways
  Gettin' rid of a brick in less than five days
  I pop your head off, leave your brains on the sidewalk
  My 40 cal, a rearrange to your sidetalk?
  Where I go, my team, they gonna follow
  Top Model hoes, with no game, they gonna swallow
  Got a lotta foes, that's why my aim be on hollow
  Die before I let you violate, nigga, live by the motto
  Pimpin' through lanes, poppin' ?
  At this rate, I'm gonna miss it
  I might not witness tomorrow
  [Hook]
  You say you gangsta? Yeah I'm a gangsta
  You pop that thang? yeah I pop that thang
  Your clip on empty? My clip on empty
  Your clique gon bang? Yeah my clique gon bang
  [Verse 4: Method Man]
  Look, I hit a weed spot
  Bypass niggas with broke guns and cheap shots
  Outlastin' niggas with no punch, y'all eat cock
  Get too cocky, the heat cock
  You wanna walk a mile in my shoes, you need socks
  You need not call out a G, cause he's not
  They playin' with a pussy, I'mma show 'em the G spot
  This dude's a meth head, I'll show him the detox
  Lookin' Johnny with his old ass
  I'm still schoolin' the whole class
  The kids in the hall, you get no pass
  Ice hit the eye like a cold flash
  Niggas hopin' I don't spaz
  Speak for the have-nots and don't-haves
  Fuck it, I'm thorough nigga
  Fuck they worlds
  Meth clutch the mic, bitch niggas clutch they pearls
  Tonight, I ain't feelin' no ice stares
  If you want it, I'm right here
  Staten Island and we don't fight fair
  [Verse 5: Cappadonna]
  As a young lil homie, I used to sell crack
  I used to run in the front of the building
  And come out the back
  Lil homie on the block with the fly ass gear
  Me and my crew used to shop around Union Square
  Ay yo, I never knew I would become an MC
  Now everybody on the block be amazed at me
  Because I rock the mic most definitely
  Throw darts and I get fly on you, you know my steez
  Buy 25 high?, yo, I stay low key
  And if I have to pop something, yo, it's not my fault
  I ain't tell y'all niggas try to crack my vault
  I'm the new terrorist rapper, the main assault
  You ? on your back, elbow a nigga thought
  Through Wu-Tang lyrical kung-fu
  Death when you enter, all my nigga will hunt you
  Peace to the gods
  One, two, one, two
  [Verse: Termanology]
  Million dollar voice box
  It's your choice, Ox
  The face Ox cut off
  Like tank tops
  My motivation is money and mass murdering
  While you still provin' you nice in rap tournaments
  I be all smooth with the ice and mad burners
  And plottin' on takin' your life
  Look how I lure them in
  Get drunk, smoke ashes up out the urn again
  Axe murderin' journalist for the words they writ
  Mathematics crafted the beat, called ? to spit
  Cause I set fire to shit like a furnace lit
  I pack German clips, stash box in the whip
  Four door Optimus Prime, Transformer shit
  Call the coroner, caskets for half price
  Bodies in the trunk, movin' through the Mass Pike
  It's all now, cause in Law town
  We roll with premature babies
  We carry four pounds

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  Mathematics

  Mathematics is a difficult thing
  I never understood what was the missing link
  And by the time I calculated the correct solution
  The question had escaped me and so did the conclusion
  So tell me everything must always equal two
  Or nothing else is true
  And I'll believe you 'cause your X is equal to my Y
  But equations pass me by
  So will you take just a little of my mind and subtract it from my soul
  Add a fraction of your half and you'll see it makes me whole
  Multiply it by the times that we've never been apart
  You'll see nothing can divide just a heart plus a heart
  A little of my mind, take it from my soul
  A fraction of your half, see it makes me whole
  And multiply the times, never be apart
  'Cause nothing can divide a heart plus a heart
  Don't know my Fibonacci or Pythagoras
  But the only formula I know will work for us is that
  When we're together in the sum of our parts
  It's far greater than what we added up to at the start
  So tell me everything must always equal two
  Or nothing else is true
  And I'll believe you 'cause your X is equal to my Y
  But equations pass me by
  So will you take just a little of my mind and subtract it from my soul
  Add a fraction of your half and you'll see it makes me whole
  Multiply it by the times that we've never been apart
  You'll see nothing can divide just a heart plus a heart
  A little of my mind, take it from my soul
  A fraction of your half, see it makes me whole
  And multiply the times, never be apart
  'Cause nothing can divide a heart plus a heart
  A heart plus a heart
  Take just a little of my mind and subtract it from my soul
  Add a fraction of your half and you'll see it makes me whole
  Multiply it by the times that we've never been apart
  You'll see nothing can divide just a heart plus a heart
  A little of my mind, take it from my soul
  A fraction of your half, see it makes me whole
  And multiply the times, never be apart

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  Mathematics

  Here be numbers transcendental,
  on an imaginary axis spun,
  decimal places without limit
  and zero and one.
  Mathematics,
  simply pure beyond belief.
  e to the power of i times pi plus one is zero
  e to the power of i times pi is minus one
  A single function, exponential,
  just one addition must be done...
  multiplication in completion
  of zero, of one.
  Mathematics,
  just so "wow" it brooks belief.

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  Pimp Party

  [Intro: Almighty Infinite (Boy Big)]
  I remember when he was a young boy, I knew his mama for years
  Now he wanna be, wanna be a player, I remember him
  Had a snotty nose, couldn't know how to tie his shoe
  Now he wanna be, a drug dealer, so called pimp
  And his macking game, ain't all that
  I knew his father... father wasn't all that
  (Pimp party) pimps (pimp party) hoes
  (Pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party)
  Oh shit, yo, it's a pimp convention going on in New York City, boy
  Yo, you best to get down, we over here in New York City
  With the baddest, the finest, finest broads out here in New York City
  I tell you boy, we got ass shaking, we got titties shaking
  All here, my brother, we gotta come on down, to the pimp convention
  [Chorus x4: Boy Big]
  Pimp party, chillin' at a pimp party (oh oh oh)
  [Eyes Low]
  Come and ride with me, where the pimps hang
  Big chains, wrapped around necks, specs, under slick rings
  Burri' bird los', tan timbs, throwbacks
  Heavy cognac, stains on cherry fur coats
  Most chicks drink, almost every bird choke
  But the party over, when that dessy bird smoke
  You already hold folks, it's a don affair
  Find a freak with blondish hair, and palm aware
  Got my ex-cons in here, with arms to bare
  I'm the next, starved for beer, the bomb this year
  Yeah, dough we get, that 'dro, we click, that after
  Shows, we rip, them hoes, get pimped in fashion
  Mo' get sipped, and clothes get stripped, we smashin'
  Our boa constrict', deflictin' big compactions
  We ain't leavin' til we rip every last dime
  Pimp never had blind, bitch better have mine, have mine
  [Chorus x4]
  [Interlude: Almighty Infinite]
  Oh shit, yo, the fucking Bishop Don Juan
  White Mo, Jody, muthafuckin' Ribbon Shift
  What up my nigga, yo, it's a pimp party
  Up in this bitch, boy... we got the pimps to the left
  And all, youknowhatimsayin, we got the hoes to the right
  And shit, we got pimps in front of me, I got pimps in back of me
  Yo, it's gotta be a muthafuckin' pimp party, man
  Yo, why the fuck your jewels shining like that, man
  Gold ass creak, bigger than hell, man
  Yo, that fur coat you got on my brother, yo, word is bond
  The illest, man
  [Chorus x4]
  [Buddah Bless]
  Yo, I leave the lab, ghetto fab, from toe to head
  Chillin' in some of the codest red
  You know I leave the soldier's bread
  You know I cock back the hammer, muthafucka, better hold ya head
  Now it's gator and ostrich convention
  And I got the mack of the year, spot milked
  In this tear drop silk, it's pimpin'
  Got the beaver skin limped in
  Respect robe with the best hoes in pink mink
  Sweatin' my ever wish, like I Dream of Jeannie
  So they all walk around in g-string bikini
  A g' thing, believe me, not everyone's able
  I'm gettin' bread off the book, under the table
  I'm gettin' head off the hook, under the table
  Pour my bottle, bitch, sippin' on a bottle of Crys'
  High rollers in this joint, that's been pimpin'
  Since pimpin', been pimpin', been pimpin'
  Hollywood to Detroit
  [Chorus x4]
  [Outro: Almighty Infinite]
  Yo that's your Pink Cadillac parked out front
  Yo, whose Rolls Royce is that
  Yo, hold up, who just pulled up in that Bentley, hard, right there?
  Oh shit, these pimps done went crazy
  They done tripped over New York City
  We gonna have a new pimp convention in New York City, today
  What's going down, out here, yo where Foxy Brown, where Pam Grier?
  Yo, somebody tell me something, I'm bout to lose my mind
  We got all this good shit out here, the flyest women
  The baddest players, players among players
  Players don't even know they players yet

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  Mathematics

  Adolescent children don't have any feelings or thoughts.
  Go set my alarm clock; interesting people are lost.
  Did it occur to you we were nothing? But shadows on the wall.
  (Well I fucked up, again.)
  Mathematic figures, scientific answers they hurt.
  Anti-social icon, lurking in my bathroom, it burns.
  Did it occur to you that you're nothing, but shadows on the wall.
  (Well I fucked up, again.)

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  Mathematics

  Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and I’ll be waiting,
  Every inch of back roads that have put me here will disappear,
  And I’d hold you in my arms,
  Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
  Peacocks on the chopping block and in the docks, my hopes are burning,
  Beautiful and trivial and baby just out of reach,
  So hear the unforgiven sounds,
  Of cold mathematics making its move on me now,
  Warm starts the great silence,
  The only place I have left to go,
  And I’d hold you in my arms,
  Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
  It’s funny how I always seem to alienate the people that I'm trying to impress,
  One day I will learn to shine,
  To the unforgiven sounds,
  Of cold mathematics making its move on me now,
  And I’d hold you in my arms,
  Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
  Cold mathematics making its move,
  Cold mathematics making its move,

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  Real Nillazshow lyrics

  Real Nillaz

  [Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)]
  "I'm two blind to -- see the light"
  "A fool can't -- see the light"
  (Yeah... uh-huh)
  "A fool can't -- see the light"
  (Yo.... yo....)
  [Ghostface Killah]
  Portable DATs, Sony headphones
  El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown
  Dippin' at Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks
  Dusted out Blondie, slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets
  Man handling the mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes
  I like eggs in my rice, circus money, read the Staten Island funnies
  Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby
  Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers
  Do it for cee-lo games, chasers
  Battle for bitches, million dollar cribs
  Grandfather gamble those wit ribs
  Yes he did, life is wonderful, fly living rooms
  Brass brooms, catch me in the city of wasps
  Dusted out with Doc Doom, slide you in
  Thirty six to the hip, you need Neo
  Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O
  Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's
  Send them, my throat is the top session for men
  Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by great
  Fuck around and get rocked for three notes
  And fuck your bitch ass alligators
  When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge
  My man's dough made it ---
  [Chorus x2: Buddah Bless]
  Real nillaz do real things
  Gold me'dal with the real bling
  Ghetto child with the real sling
  Throw the blaow, with the real aim
  Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man
  Lean back one time as you feel the liquor
  Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga'
  Blow the mack one time, when you kill a nigga
  Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla
  [Eyeslow]
  I hold it down with vets, make threats and take like chess
  Blow cess to sets, break life sweats
  Rep from the home of chrome, in eight flight steps
  Town houses, white grams, brown ounces
  After school drug deal courses, pound counslers
  Round thousands, rubberband, black accountants
  We them hood prowlers, live pushers
  Try to hook the stripper, before they wipin' out they eye boogers
  Stampede, nailed him, Sonny, Bronx Tale
  Them locked the doors, he's home, now you can't leave
  OD'ing in the Kennedy suite
  Too hot to think, move for my enemy streets
  I don't sleep cause the drama might catch you on the beauty nap
  It's doobie rap, feds want you with a boobie trap
  [Chorus]
  [Interlude: sample]
  "Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light"
  "A fool can't -- see the light"
  "A fool can't -- see the light"
  "But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light"
  "Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light"
  "Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light"
  "But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light"
  "A fool can't -- see the light"
  [Raekwon]
  Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces
  Colorful whips, slapped up bouncers
  Vouche, crawling like a unit
  Fly fragrance, faceless, rarely out of spaceships
  Many fakes got lynched, see all up on the graphic
  Taylor made mortals, leanin' on suede walls, leather's on
  Ballers, maybe Benz lensers, sprayin' out of sixes
  Christmas money, vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
  The rich version of back, side scraper paper
  Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit match
  Tri-colored diamond, foreign color five, all kinds of iron
  Swiss cheese, yo, big boy, we giants
  [Hook x2: Eyeslow]
  Aiyo, my niggaz get dramatic
  Pump shots, nine glocks, semi-automatic
  Blat, take that, from this lyrical fanatic
  We can go to war, or just peep the diplomatic
  For paper, I'm an addict

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  Mathematics

  (Hook)
  In the trap, back at it
  All in know is mathematics
  Man that clean fish scale
  Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
  2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
  Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
  Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
  Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
  Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
  Small fried nigga, you'll never be on my level
  (Verse)
  Hater get on my level, bricks come in on schedule
  Dancing with the devil ever since I was in Pampers
  Georgia Baptist born but I was raised in East Atlanta
  Zone 6 nigga, still trappin with them blammers
  Out here servin their Diana, got keys just like pianos
  In the kitchen cookin hammer, make a hater turn the channel
  Mississippi mud but my name at David Banner
  In it for a bag, you can keep the fame and glamour
  Run bricks like Deon Saunders
  My name ain't left the slammer
  32 ENT and the feds wanna ban us
  Born in the trap but they just don't understand us
  Grew up with the boys but half on jealous
  (Hook)
  In the trap, back at it
  All in know is mathematics
  Man that clean fish scale
  Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
  2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
  Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
  Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
  Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
  Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
  Small fried nigga, you'll never be on my level
  (Verse)
  Swear I'm team rich, we're not cookin fish
  Catch me in the kitchen, nigga I can serve a dish
  Plug turned to raw, Chris Paul I assist
  Slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
  Posted in the trap, in the yard there's a fish
  Say I got it funk rap, nah nigga it were bricks
  Cus Jay love the rocks and the nigga love to sniff
  Smoking up the gas, like to sip, we call it piff
  Feelin like Tony, got my name on the blim
  Shout out to Memphis, got Young Juiceman feel like pimps
  Caught me slippin once, got Young Juiceman with a limp
  100 rack dom, 20 bands for the rims
  (Hook)
  In the trap, back at it
  All in know is mathematics
  Man that clean fish scale
  Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
  2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
  Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
  Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
  Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
  Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
  Small fried nigga, you'll never be on my level
  (Verse)
  Shouts out to my baby, Chloe
  Yeah, that's my homie
  Nigga, run up on it
  His family be lonely
  I'm a act a donkey
  Banana with the monkey
  In a stolen car but I'm ridin with a jacket
  Niggas on like the hockey,
  With some military functions
  Going up bout mine, I ain't dyin bout no fuck shit
  Grab the sniper and say fuck it
  Go in, steal a bucket
  Then go extend the band, in and out that fuck shit
  These choppas you can't duck it
  You better not try to twerk it
  You ain't Ussain Bolt so you better not buggy
  I'mma keep it real, I'm that nigga not to fuck wit
  Punch yo head like a brick or yo body, get it busted
  (Hook)
  In the trap, back at it
  All in know is mathematics
  Man that clean fish scale
  Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
  2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
  Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
  Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
  Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
  Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
  Small fried nigga, you'll never be on my level

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  Juscantluv

  [Intro: Eyes Low]
  Yeah, Eyes Low, my man Pazz up in here
  Mad Man Rem, I'mma lay it down, you know how we is
  Arch Nemy, heh, I'm holdin' this for the night, feel me
  Huh, let 'em know, hit 'em
  [Eyes Low]
  I'm ain't livin' in the past, I'm livin' the present
  Like a ribbon on a present, when deliverin' this smash
  Count figures on my stash, weapon on my waist
  Cool expression on my face, brown liquor in my glass
  Stop scheemin' like you want it, 'for I give you what ask
  Cuz no one sweep us down, to put a nephew in his place
  I'mma red you in the space, stick him in the trash
  Just a victim of a crash, when I left him in a race
  Now let's get back to the cash, ruinin' careers
  And as long as you don't know me, I've been doin' this for years
  So bump homo herbs, with lo-lo words, we strapped
  Minolo birds on dodo birds, we packed
  That fo-fo bird, that don't throw curves, relaxin'
  Coco herbs, my row go swerve, reaction
  Now I'm back and I'm ready for war
  Ride out, time to settle the score
  [Interlude: Eyes Low]
  Bring it on, ya'll, hah
  Yeah, it's where ya'll count me, yeah, feel me
  Eyes Low, I'm in the bing now
  Back then, get down, lay down, whatever
  We clappin' niggaz off, we backin' niggaz off
  Feel me, man, my man Mathematics, he in there with me
  We all here together, type Southside, 32nd, for life, man
  Feel me, dog, I'm doing it, Queens, Jamaica, baby
  You know what I'm reppin'
  [Eyes Low]
  Aiyo, ya'll rap muthafuckas better label me a problem
  Cuz once I get stable on a label it's a problem
  The name's Eyes Low, I'm a lyrical God
  Drop knowledge, like I'm ghostwritin' lyrics for God
  The time's up, prepare for a pain in the ass
  LB Fam, Killa Queens, got this game in a smash
  That smoke queen, sold crack, never made it to class
  Stole whips, faded and crashed, got paper in stash
  Everybody wanna know if me and Vegas'll last
  You say what you clash, haters hate, stay in the grass
  Faggot niggaz takin' raw dick, straight in the ass
  While I'm stackin', sippin' on Jack's, straight in the glass
  My mom's raised me, like fuck guns, you better without it
  Til I got my first pistol, now I'm never without it
  Made the hood seem I'm real, so I've never been doubted
  All ya'll trash rappin' homo niggaz, never been bout it
  The chain's surrounded, lookin' for a vet til he found it
  I'm the reason why your chain going, and let you sip fountain
  I've never ammounted to shit, ounces and flips
  Reloadin' the clip, cuz on the strip, get cheddar and countin'
  I'm an addict, used to live, and live to use
  With a milli that ya'll play, I never lived to use it
  Been a winner since my gone day, ya'll live to lose it
  Against the odd, my mob play against the rules, nigga
  [Outro: Eyes Low]
  Tryin' to let ya'll know how we do, man
  Feel me baby, feel my world, I'm bringin' my world to you, man
  Alcoholics, buddha heads, real niggaz
  Hoes, prostitute, we all in it together for one rule
  We tryin' to get this paper, baby, feel my energy, God
  Zone off my energy, zone off me
  Eyes Low, you know how it be
  The God Mathematics, man, layin' this down

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  John 3:16

  [Intro: Method Man]
  Boy, you ain't shit
  Muthafuckin' right, this my intro, my nigga
  Allah Math, that was a good one
  One love to the God Inf
  In my heart baby, one, one
  Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill (we gon' freak
  this shit like this)
  Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz
  [Chorus: Method Man]
  I'm screamin' long live The W
  I see you fools through the same as my brothers do
  Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out
  And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house
  [Method Man]
  Who got that champagne, got that remy, got it good and plenty
  Who only got a few friends, and they not friendly
  And to scrubs, I might just blackout and blow your lightbulb
  We turn night clubs to Fight Club, that's what happens when you invite thugs
  The bouge function with haters and busters
  And big head Hollywood hoes, let's get the fuckers
  Guess who, you like Meth who, now let me show you what the tech do
  Spit when he talk, and word wet you
  It's the return of the su-super sperm
  Mackin', lovin' my perm, have ya, fling out that burn, bitch
  If you don't know me, then you better know my flow
  Meth Jigga what, Jigga who, jiggalo
  [Hook: Method Man]
  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh)
  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga)
  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going
  Yo yo'ing, yo, yo, yo, yo'ing
  [Chorus]
  [Method Man]
  As if the fortune or fame, that make y'all change
  Got Milton Bradley hatin' the game, playas hatin' the same
  Y'all know his name, no need to mention or to explain
  What I've been through, how I get down, or why I came
  Let's talk about this flame in my mouth, I can't contain
  Some weed pocket change and some brain I can't complain
  Now, I heard y'all ladies got them thang thangs, do you really
  Park Hillbillies, come from down south, slap ya silly
  So what the dealy, with them Dutch Masters, really yo
  Backwoods, and niggaz that make herb with illio
  I swear these niggaz don't know they ass from they elbow
  Don't know that I'mma strike, short of a shelltoe
  Niggaz around here, stick ya like velcro
  Case closed, baby it ain't safe no more
  Come on
  [Hook]
  [Chorus]
  [Interlude: Panama P.I.]
  If you can drink or smoke it
  Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high
  You can drink it or smoke it
  Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high
  We gon' keep the party going, Mathematics, Method Man
  Panama P.I., yea, John 3:16

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  Hip Hop 101show lyrics

  Hip Hop 101

  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Yo.. yeah that's the shit
  Yo 'Preme roll it up son
  This smells good, huh? huh?
  Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
  The bitches in the party, 21 and up
  From the streets, sophisticated, Cozmo in the cup
  See you niggaz mug shot, grilling wide
  Cause your bitch got the husk of a thug
  That's a billing plus a villain
  I'm about million, keep playing around like children
  Your mother, father, brother, sister never know who killed them
  Say my name in your jurisdiction
  Y'all niggaz non-fiction
  What y'all niggaz know about friction?
  Man listen, when I got a pot to piss in
  Hot chicken with some rice and beans
  I rock the ice and gleam
  Cutie booty with the Gucci jeans
  She heard of my team, fire like gasoline
  Bout to get y'all niggaz jumping like some trampoline
  How she want that?
  Anaconda up in her stomach
  She felt me comin 'round the corner when I come
  As I move to the bass and drum I fear none
  [M-Speed]
  Ayyo I love this game for real
  For hip hop - chill
  Lie, cheat and steal
  Rap pays the bills
  Who's tired of hearing wack shit?
  Make me wanna clap shit
  We all is some rap kid
  Got this in the bag kid
  The flow is ridiculous
  In other words sick with this
  How you gon' get with this?
  Hot track, flip with this
  Murder words and heard
  This, that and the third
  Shit flows out nigga
  This is one turf
  "Hip hop set out the dark" [x2]
  "Niggaz do.." [x2]
  [Born Justice]
  Up in the club with a drink in my hand
  Some bitch done got slapped, screaming "That's my man!"
  Damn, that's the type of shit I can't stand
  What a girl do to be ya number one fan
  Brothers put away your guns
  Fuck that - we fumble shit and came to have fun
  All up in the mix trying to bag my bitch
  Mad cause you can't rock the mic like this
  [ShaCronz]
  I'm from a class of the great
  Here comes a bastard case
  Under pressure these dudes crack like plastic clays
  I stay roasted, smoke hash, laugh and spray
  When it comes to ass I'm like drop dudes, don't have to wait
  My glass hit let the heat go
  Whenever we need those
  Flow tighter than Speedos
  Never let my grief show
  Spray shots, stay wop, my niggaz hate cops
  Catch me at the haze spot
  We're about eight blocks
  And a few chicks watch the God do this
  Nuisance to the mic, I might lose this
  Mind outta control but control the nine
  For these chicks my love grow with time
  [Allah Real]
  Years of playing out in the rain
  Your momma does the does
  She says that we were bad
  I thought I'd never going on
  She wild, so now she's on
  For girl you look so sad
  I met Doo Wop when you feel in love
  Touchin me, I told you not to grind while you clutchin me
  Do you remember the love?
  Do you remember the love?
  You left me cold out to diiieee
  Now I'm loveless, all by myself
  "Hip-hop.. hip-hop.. hip-hop set out in the park"

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  Hav Mercyshow lyrics

  Hav Mercy

  "Hav Mercy.."
  [Intro: Killa Sin (La the Darkman)]
  (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, so be it
  Another year down (uh), Killa Sin
  Killa Sin, Allah Mathematics (The Darkman)
  (La the Darkman) Word up, another Wu Banga (Yeah)
  Check it out though, yo, yo.
  [Killa Sin]
  Lord forgive me, please hear these cries
  Please prepare me for the loneliness the world provide
  I need you dearly, to you I speak through the heart of a child
  Sincerly hope you listenin', I'm hurtin' inside
  You got so many of us flirtin' with pride, I'm workin' with time
  Tryin' to a better life provide a life which rightfully mine
  But circumstances and these petty fights is snipin' the mind
  How can I man so insightful be subjected to the questions?
  All the wise, I acknowledge God if wisdom applied
  Most understand what I visualize, while love is criticized
  My life, they make it so spitful that they pity mine
  You know I'll circle the globe for brothers fifty times
  [Chorus x2: La the Darkman]
  Hav Mercy on me, my wisdom, my seeds
  Hav Mercy on hustlers, thugs and thieves
  Hav Mercy on the poor tryin' to survive
  Hav Mercy on inmates fightin' to stay alive
  [Killa Sin]
  It's you I ask for forgiveness, you gave me the priveledge to live
  With two beautiful souls who had a vision
  So what we had to live in The Projects
  There's more lessons to learn, persuaded, gave birth to more concepts
  The main thing, we had each other, together, the family
  Moms, Pops, two brothers, complete, it's all I need
  But suddenly you had another vision for me to see
  And understandin' that so many youngsters to believe
  Moms sick of Pops shittin', now he's ready to leave
  Our Pops tired of the arguin', he feel he can't breathe
  But the whole time, I couldn't help with feelin' the speed
  And to this day I feel the same way to a certain degree
  So Lord please Hav Mercy on me
  For all the anger I gave to my Queen, I'm now safe for the beast
  And even though I have a tendency to slip when I speak
  I pray for my love and strength to keep my cipher complete
  Because now I'm the foundation, pacin'
  Thinkin' ironically, I'm in the same situation
  Damn.. Ironically I'm in the same situation
  [Chorus x2]
  [Killa Sin]
  You see God, all I'm sayin' is this
  That if at any time you need me I'll be there in a split
  Just place ya hand on my shoulder, man, and give me a lift
  And take my last breath away with ya heavenly mist
  So if you have to I'd've blast out my enemy's fist
  But it's alright, I'm prepared for that day
  Nah, I'm not sayin' innocent
  But until I deminish I'ma fight for what I write and I say
  All givin', to my Grand Earth Ruby, that I miss her to death
  And I'll give her anything for a kiss on the head
  Before I go may I ask you for one more request?
  And Lord please Hav Mercy on everyone else
  [Chorus x2]
  [Outro: La the Darkman]
  Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
  Allah Mathematics
  Tomorrow.. yeah
  Killa Sin, La the Darkman

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  Queens Day 88show lyrics

  Queens Day 88

  [Intro: Poppa Don]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh
  [Chorus: Poppa Don]
  Even if the world got it for me
  You're the one thing, I still love, yeah
  As long as you loving me together
  We gonna make this money right
  Nigga, listen to your heart
  [Eyes Low]
  Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
  These niggas actin' up in the hood
  So I gotta, strap it up in the hood
  When I'm sellin', with the crew
  Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling
  Number 2, dealing is a team sport
  But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga's dreams short
  And I ain't try'nna get my dreams caught
  Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court
  It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up
  Cuz even Pop told me the'll be better days
  Queens, where the weapons blaze
  Pores pour, war is war, I'm self made and ghetto raised
  Still I need a place to get away
  From all this drama and commotion, I'm sucked with all this ganja
  And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine
  But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock
  [Chorus]
  [Poppa Don]
  Sometimes we'll listen to others
  And I can be wrong...
  Put a little love in bit of candy
  We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain
  But as long as it be all easy
  And there's nothing we can do
  Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked
  I knew it was forever, oh oh oh
  [Eyes Low]
  Yo, now it's hard for me on this nine to five
  From hustler to working man, I'm like a whole different person, man
  Who'd ever think I'd be this kind of guy?
  Taking orders ain't good for my pride, I need a wood to get high
  Lost chicks, once stood by my side
  She a down individual, around, when it's critical
  And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride
  See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute
  Though I'm sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses
  Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office
  Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches
  Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I'm flossin'
  Friends get upset, I don't hang no more
  Said I changed since I ain't been in the game no more
  Fuck it, I know one day I'ma shine
  But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock
  [Chorus to fade]
  [Outro: Poppa Don]
  All my niggas, oh..
  If I died tonight, don't cry
  If I died tonight, just get high
  For me... yeah
  It's that real shit man
  I'ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars
  Wake up a few A&R;'s, go hard
  As long as you loving me together

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  Pimpology 101show lyrics

  Pimpology 101

  [Intro: Buddah Bless]
  It's plain to see, you can't change me
  Cuz I'ma be a pimp for life
  [Buddah Bless]
  Who's the mack? You see the Benz? Yeah I'm crusin' that
  You see the Timbs with the Gucci pact, you see the lucci stack?
  Screamin', where the hoochies at?
  I'm that nigga, that'll leave the coochie fat
  Step off, you know the clothes, kind of droopy cat
  Daddy, with the white tee, on the wife beat'
  Accomidated nicely, with the ice piece
  Blingin' like a disco ball, all on the white piece
  I'm slick like Crisco oil, my forefathers were fed great
  All these players wanna hate, and I'm just bringin' the game up to date
  Macaroni, for sheez, all I needs the cheese
  So please, get on your knees and freeze
  Gangsta, ain't nothing square about me
  One of my bitches passed, and it ain't bring a tear up out me
  All I said was that I'm sorry that I had to blew you, baby
  [sample]
  You were there... and no one else
  Can be in my corner, darling
  It's you that I'll do nothing to love
  And I placed no one above
  Oh... how can I ever face ya?
  [Buddah Bless]
  See the game is you gotta be chosen
  I'm the pimp, so you gotta be ho
  Gift of gab, I talk so fast, I make 'em walk on glass
  And before, she start bleeding, she be back on the track
  Getting that, trap on the back, ain't no slack on the mack
  How could I change the game, this the only life I know
  There goes another brother in love, try'nna wife a ho
  Baby, I'm talkin' bout pimpin', been since pimpin', since been pimpin...
  See the game is you gotta be chosen
  I'm a player, man, you know?
  I ain't wettin' these hoes, how I look
  Being with one chick, when there's hundreds
  I can have fun with, roll blunts with, my dog
  While we hittin' these broads, I can't even understand
  Why y'all be sweatin' these broads
  Couldn't understand, why they make up to break up
  To gettin' in shape love, for tears, to wake up
  I drive cars to forsake love, cuz I seen
  People live their heart open, just to see their heart broken
  Tomorrow hoping, through the hurt, that they come back
  Yeah, love'll leave, you deserted, straight like that
  Snap, put somebody in your place like that
  How can love go and take somebody faith, like that?
  It's sad how something so good, can be so bad
  Something bringin' so much joy, could leave so mad
  Mama say you can hide, love will find you baby
  You can run, love will always be behind you baby
  Now I don't care, even if you refuse it baby
  One day, love is gonna knock on your door and say
  [sample]
  Take you home and make you, my loving wife
  So we can always be together, all day and night
  [movie sample]
  Now remember, a pimp is only as good as his block
  Yeah... just tied up his women up
  Now you gots to go out there, and you got to get the best ones
  You can find, and you gotta work them broads, like nobody's
  Ever worked them before... and never forget
  Anybody can control a woman but....
  See... but the key is to control her mind
  You see pimpings, been pimpings, since been pimpings
  It's goin' been going on, since the beginning of time
  And it's gonna continue, straight ahead
  Til somebody out there turns out the lights on you, a long time
  Can you dig it? (Yeah, yeah, I can dig it)
  You gonna have a bank roll so big, when you walk down the street
  It's gonna look like ya pockets got the mumps
  (Hey yea, they gonna have to rewrite the maccabean book
  You know, cuz I'ma be the new king, I'm gonna be so cool
  Put the blunt in here, man, that they gonna have to change
  The name of the game... you know? And uh...
  And I'm gonna get the hottest bitches I can find
  A whole boat load of money, and I'ma get myself
  Some fine looking vines and a great looking ride

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  Mathematicsshow lyrics

  Mathematics

  Stuck in four walls day and night
  Need a love to bring me back to life
  Got to find a way of breaking through
  I'll find a way to get to you
  I can hear the rockets lifting
  I can see the atoms split in two
  I can feel the planet shifting
  It's pulling me to you
  [Chorus:]
  Energy between you and me
  It's a body shock electricity
  Energy
  Turn it loose on me
  You give it, I love it, energy
  I never felt like this
  I can feel the future in your kiss
  I can feel the power start to rise
  The universe has come alive
  Can't you hear the rockets lifting
  Can't you see the atoms split in two
  Don't you feel the planet shifting
  It's pulling me to you
  [Chorus:]
  Energy between you and me
  It's a body shock electricity
  Energy
  Turn it loose on me
  You give it, I love it, energy
  Once I wished on a star; now here you are
  I can't believe
  [Chorus:]
  Energy between you and me
  It's a body shock electricity
  Energy
  Turn it loose on me
  You give it, I love it, energy

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  On Da Radio (skit)show lyrics

  On Da Radio (skit)

  [Intro: Mathematics (Ghostface Killah)]
  Ain't never fuckin' shit on here
  Damn, the radio play the same shit every day
  Some ol' muthafuckin' bullshit
  (Yeah.... stay the fuck off my plantation
  Yeah... Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
  Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.... yo, yo, yo)
  [Ghostface Killah]
  Back on the block, smuggling rocks
  Rocky graveyard rocks, one chain, fiendin' on the block
  I'm fed up, dunn, trynna keep my head up, word up, pa
  Sue to get this money, live out, my name God, word life, right
  Gats come a dime a dozen, what up cousin?
  Guess who got loose on these thugs again
  Murder was the topic, manslaughter his little daughter
  Had a hundred grand, actin' like Rich Porter
  For real kid, remember daffy did the bid
  Bought sand, but first he ran up in his dreads quick
  Stepped off, bought a phat loft, this thing must of worked
  Cuz that white bitch he fucked, got an Ultima
  Word up, word up, cat, can't call it pa
  Yo Shallah, light up the owl, let's go crowd, pa
  So we did it, weeded out, the skit ran
  Dedicated to winners and losers, and then, kid
  Fuck it, threw on the black thing, grabbed the mac
  I'm going out like Rambo, Rae count the grams, slow
  Scheemin', dreaming for CREAM, fiend beamin'
  Plush eyed Steven, sniffin' rat poison, half ass breathing
  Wait, can't tolerate the smell on the fifth floor
  Ricans got it locked it down, son, light the choc'
  Sure, we lit it, fat Pam gotta be home soon
  Butt naked, faggot ass dred, in a back room
  Approached him, through out the toast, snatched the jewel notes
  Asked him where's his African man, before his brain throws
  Against the wall, guess who came out the door, ya'll
  Downlow, that TNT cop, kill 'em now, ya'll
  Shots rained for sure, fiends hit the floor
  Crack pipes, Playboy books, and vouch galore
  African kid bounced, cop lost his cape

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  Gun Talkshow lyrics

  Gun Talk

  [StreetLife]
  This is it, back in the mix and shit
  Verbal gymnast, watch how we flip the script
  Doors we split, money ain't rebuild the click
  Check the real shit
  Niggaz die for pose in they whips
  Now we rich and some niggaz smelling they piss
  I still murder anyone of y'all fucking with this
  We convicts, time served with no jail visits
  I'm out now and if you ain't rolling with this
  It's no love, it's no hugs, I ain't friends with ya
  And you can catch a slug if the Clan say 'Get Ya'
  Street Life do anything to get richer
  I'll murder you just to put my face in your picture
  Why it's like that? I don't play with rap
  I got dough to stack, a whole bowl of cracks
  In the blocks, it's slowing, I ain't going back
  So I'm fucking with Wu when I'm bringing my gats
  [multiple gun shots]
  [Hook: Buddah Bless]
  What's up?
  Is this nigga spitting off with the rules?
  What's going down?
  Absolut till the eighty is proof
  What it look like?
  The thug 'bout to get in a fight
  What it is?
  Yo it's just the club, man it's jumping tonight
  [Buddah Bless]
  This is it, go 'head nigga, start them shit
  I'ma beef on the streets with a monster click
  You put crills on your blills and I sponsored it
  Now mix a lil bit of 'dro with the choco stick
  Crack the Dutch, roll it up nigga, spark that shit
  I'm bringing flame to the game, I'm an arsonist
  And why these cops trying to catch me?
  I'ma get gold on ice like Wayne Gretzky
  Snipe like Wesley, flows I hawk and spit
  I ain't talking shit-it, walking with it
  Long forbid it, get lost, forget it
  I paid the cost and did it
  This a auction, bid it
  Y'all don't know what I put up to get it
  So put up or shut up, blaze down
  What's going down nigga? What up?
  What the blood clot? What the fuck got?
  Gun cocked, one shot, lung pop
  Lunch stop nigga like sun hot
  Throw guns warm, conversate arm

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  Thank U (da D.j.'s Version)

  [Intro: Raekwon (Angela Neal)]
  We gon' what? [beat kicks in]
  Cl-ap, cl-ap nigga
  And snap uh, that's a part of the game
  That's the part of the game nigga that you never understood
  And a problem to fuckin' stand you
  You know who's around this nigga
  Best to respect, I see who you are
  [Hook: Angela Neal]
  I wanna thank, I wanna thank you Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
  Raekwon and Ghostface, U-God and Method Man
  On a Mathematics beat, Mathematics drop the beat
  [Ghostface Killah w/ Angela Neal ad-libs]
  Porceline floors with a dog named Ginger
  Bottle cap niggaz that rhyme, we the winners
  Then slide thru your hood in hoods
  Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods
  Holdin up gorilla, two niggaz got a hold that shit
  One shot and ya mans on it
  The little kids watch 'em down the block
  Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots
  Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it
  Fuck bitches raw, why? cuz I'm a pro at it
  Big birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and
  2000 Mark Damian
  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God) w/ Angela Neal ad-libs]
  Listen to the (clap)
  Real niggaz (clap)
  Rich niggaz (clap)
  My bitches (clap)
  If you love pussy then y'all niggaz (clap)
  If you love to get ate, then y'all ladies (clap)
  If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggaz (clap)
  If you bare witness to Allah y'all (clap)
  Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggaz clap
  (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all clap)
  Brim hats, sloppy automatics that clap
  (Big shit, thunder) Get around that
  [Hook: Angela Neal]
  I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
  Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man
  On a Mathematics beat
  My hands are clappin my body's movin
  My body's movin from side to side
  The beat is so funky, funky
  Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze
  Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long
  [Method Man w/ Angela Neal ad-libs]
  Clap ya hands now, people clap ya hands
  I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk
  Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers
  Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls
  It be us, fuck ya law, niggaz my cause is "because"
  No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
  Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
  Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
  Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
  Ya down with the syndrome: retarted
  I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and
  Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair
  Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner daughter
  That y'all, but not us
  [Chorus]
  [Hook: Angela Neal]
  I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
  Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man
  On a Mathematics beat
  My hands are clappin my body's movin
  My body's movin from side to side
  The beat is so funky, funky
  Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze
  Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long
  [Angela Neal (Method Man)]
  Rock it all night long
  Check out Ghostface, check out Method Man
  Mathematics beat, Mathematics beat
  Check out Angie, that's me, on the vocals
  All night, all night long
  HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on
  HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on

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  Gangsta

  [Logic]
  I'm a gangsta, it's homicide to ya lullabyes
  Ridin' by, still screamin' out, fuck a 9 to 5
  Traumatized niggas couldn't play in this sport
  Either you ball or you flamin' your torch
  Sell draw, or just came from up north
  Homey, it's one or the other
  Cuz it's real, when it's a steel to your son or you mother
  I come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the top
  Take 'em back to them times, I had them dimes in my drop
  Or that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stack
  It's '88 style, when we had them nickels and crack
  Y'all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it's a damn, shame
  The way they let y'all little niggas up in this damn game
  My campaign is a team that'll shank ya
  It don't mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstas
  That's rearranger strangers, with the bangers
  When you in the presence of my chamber
  [Nemy]
  I'm not the one you should step to
  Cuz when the drama pop off, I'm not the one to be next to
  Not the one, to be known, for that nigga who left you
  I'm here for the long run, I fight you til it's long done
  Rhyme like a case, you can't leave til you caught one
  Up in your face, I'ma breathe something awesome
  The foursome is here, you been waiting for all year
  We lost some, but still, we linkin' it all clear
  We some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreams
  Come true, by taking themes, hey, it's me, I'ma (gangsta)
  Never, the one to be played, a made man on my own
  I ain't wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain't wanna be hated
  Being down in trees, made me wanna be great
  I got down with my please, but I don't wanna be cased
  I prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days
  [Chorus x2: Eyes Low]
  I'm a gangsta, keep my mind on my money
  Cock my nine when I'm hungry, down to ride for my homey
  I'm a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my side
  Lookin' dipped in the ride, I can't hide it
  [Mad Man]
  We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin' with bangers
  I take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighbors
  Fucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanes
  Queens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a cane
  Cuz I'm a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinker
  Til the party gat bring a baseball bat swinger
  Very hard hitter, permanent scar giver
  Local baby mom's hitter, only drink hard liquor
  I leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin'
  In the telly with your girl, you can find me in
  I be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shook
  Niggas I don't fuck with, try'nna get rich
  Cuz we tired of re'in up, fast cash is the worst type
  And I burn herb like gas on a turnpike
  Love a chick that let me hit the ass on the first night
  It's only right... gangsta, y'all know me right
  [Eyes Low]
  On 9/27, a gangsta born
  I wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mourn
  Kept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performed
  I'm like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palm
  Stash box in the whip, in case the cops got flopped
  Made a name, got the fame, then my stocks got high
  I handle long, them I'm outtie, once them shots pop hot
  You see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got high
  I live the real life, dogs, you better understand
  I'm a thug, but God's hug, give me the upper hand
  You drowned in holy water, drenched in cold blood
  Turn pounds, the ho's reporters convinced, it's no love
  You said, how much of this, could the world handle?
  Tuckin' my forty-five, watchin' my girl handle the pearl handle
  In the city of murder, we holdin' iron
  Trapped ready to - they sleep, no denyin'

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  Mathematics

  Every time I get my hands on
  I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't stack
  Than man, I wouldn't hustle
  I'm legal dog, I got the same Desert Eagle, dog
  When birds fly out of my hands
  And to my people, dog, ya understand?
  The white-man can't fuck with me
  I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my company
  Papered up, beyond motherfucker's belief
  A millionaire patrolling the city streets
  See the flames burning in my eyes motherfucker
  'Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams, motherfucker
  I ain't the one like I said, I want it all
  And like my comrads, time to wake up and ball
  Call shots, have it ready, soft and rocked
  Let all my neighborhood, fiends
  Come to scrap all the pots
  Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
  And if it's funked than my killers
  Come to shut down the block
  If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
  I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
  I work for mines, let my work, work for me
  I make my ends, my friends buy their work from me
  Money is me, that folding on those switches is me
  Went out on the seat and out with all those bitches is me
  I make money, while I'm sleeping
  'Cause money don't sleep
  Money is up, seven days of the week
  Three-sixty-five, if you grind than it pays
  I don't mind as long as your one-o, is straight
  Put some bread on this plate, plus a little rate
  That I give mines, with a tape how to grind
  I'ma leave my dent in the game like ripples
  As a kid, even tried to make my lunch my triples
  Stack it up, how do you think I bought that first double up?
  {Unverified} and that other shit I hustled up, mathematics
  That's just how I look at it
  With enough carrots to feed a whole hood of rabbits
  If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
  I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
  Everything is to the good, now I'm living how I wanna
  I got dope around the world and got some, still on the corner
  If you broke, come and see me, I got shit for you to do
  I got a class on how to make one bird turn in two
  I'm a connected shot caller, pure bread baller
  All I do is try to make my money, flip like quota-quarters
  If money is the root to all evil than I'm {Unverified}
  And money is a race on mind, so I'm cheating
  I don't want shit subtracted, everything added
  I didn't look back for shit, since I hit bird status
  And now I pack clips like Glaydis with no tips
  Just a whole bunch of bloods and a whole bunch of crips
  And a whole bunch of bitches, when I rock the microphone
  And my key to success is thirty-six hard zones
  With my mind on a dub, re-up and stack cabbage
  And I'm a walking proof of the signs of mathematics
  If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo-Banging and dippin'
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
  Nigga, that's mathematics
  With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
  I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
  Yeah, nigga this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life
  Nigga, don't get it fucked up and its straight nothing
  But mathematics around here and in case you didn't know
  Nigga, that's money, all this mother fucking ice and chrome
  Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' that then
  Fuck you in your ass you, hating ass, nigga

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  Winta Sno

  [Intro: Eyeslow (sample)]
  (If you got something to say
  Why don't you just come out and say it)
  Brother's grave... hey let me tell you something
  Knawhatimean, we up in here, man
  Favorite the rapper, of favorite the rapper
  Like my nigga Ali Vegas would say, youknowhatimsayin
  If your ghost writer's ghost writer, ask around
  [Chorus x2: L.S.]
  When the wind blows
  And we know, you ain't gon' find ya way home
  Storm gets cold
  Try'nna see through rain, hail, sleet, snow
  [Eyeslow]
  From off the devil's ledge
  Come the throughbread, dagger double edge
  Hammer sledge, can't be no rap Quentin Tarantino
  Rhymin' like G and Nino, I'm convinced, I'm the best
  Spittin' none to less, fuck the rest, I'm unimpressed
  Don't make me get the gun and vest, and make examples
  I used to make samples, and pass them out
  Now I keep the ratchet by the pillow when I'm crashin' out
  So I'm never caught sleepin', get caught creepin' and that ass is out
  Eyeslow's the name, the ruger to your brain
  Left a blood stain on the passenger side of your range
  Fuck the games, the circle dot dot and the cootie shots
  I leave my tooly cocked, and strip a game to his booty socks
  [Chorus x2]
  [Ali Vegas]
  I play the block like Elgin, do
  They said they could die young, that make me eligible
  My baby brother said when you on top
  Niggaz intend to wanna put lead in you
  But when you on the bottom, niggaz wanna step on you
  I told 'em, don't worry, I'm two guns ahead of you
  But when you shining again, they wanna rep with you
  They say you are what you eat, so ya'll can't blame me
  This year I turn brolic niggaz into vegetables
  And my back against the wall, and I'm brawlin'
  You act hard and I'm stallin', streets ain't come with caller ID's
  So I couldn't see when God was callin', the odds was fallin'
  Grab two arms and clap and applaude, and look
  Y'all want problems? Ya'll welcomed like the door mat
  Ya'll bore cats, with your store bought raps
  And ya'll had to study my format, ya'll want war?
  Ya'll ain't ready for war yet, yea you rich, but you can't
  Really afford that, you ain't study your forty eight laws yet
  Plus I got the blueprints, to where you snore at
  See how these critics do? They get critical
  Then they get political, one line can get rid of you
  They say I chase the top two, well if this is true
  Wouldn't I have to remove the paper to fill in the picture drew
  You niggaz do like these chickens do
  Sit around, and gossip, like ya'll ain't got shit to do
  I'm startin' to think, it's not what I say, but the shit I do
  No record out, still my digits grew
  Niggaz sayin' Veg' signed to Motolla, nope
  Get your rumors straight, Vegas is signing Motolla
  I think it's about, time that I told ya
  I spend so much time in the Rover, fuck the beat
  I rhyme to the motors, sittin' on 20's, providing I own 'em
  The flow's low like I was rhyming in shoulder
  Then I speed it up -- gotta pardon me ya'll
  I was dippin' from traffic, at the time that I wrote 'em
  Ya'll know 'em, you wanna shine? Your best bet is to stand in the sun
  Not a blood or a crip, like vendetta in the slum
  I don't give pounds, unless I'm handing them guns
  And I don't weigh back, when I'm brandishin' one
  To understand where I'm going, you gotta understand where I'm from
  And ya'll ain't understanding me, huh?
  Somewhere down the line, I guess we got loss
  But I'mma stay hood, like cold chicken and hot sauce
  So whose consumin' the throne, I put two in your dome
  The only time my niggaz work, is for funeral home
  Cuz they'll body kids, I cried when they body B.I.G
  And I'mma hold Queens down, just like John Gotti did, what?
  [Outro: L.S.]

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  U.S.A.

  [Ghostface Killah]
  Walked up in the party like Riz', Ghost, Meth
  Allah's on the wheels, Chef on the left
  Fifty rep chin ups, the Wu rims up
  Put down the Heine' for a sec, tie my Timb's up
  Cake the Benz up, Starks ole'
  Got the summer house crib, beats spun, murder you, than lay
  Ric Flair cabbage and carrots, big exotic boat trips
  The honey motion, wind up in Paris
  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
  Had a bad dream and it came to me
  That I died and went to heaven, ain't have no weed
  God said "Son, let me see your ID"
  (Buddah Bless) gotta be right behind me
  Which reminds me..
  [Buddah Bless]
  B, I'm just a thug
  After hip hop, money, sex and drugs
  After chicks that got money and tech's with slugs
  You see the head to toe, yo, the way I dress is love
  Plus them nine bang quick
  And the hand game speak for itself
  Like sign language, you lost and shook
  Like the fish that got away, man, I'm off the hook
  When these niggaz gotta pay, get it off the books
  [Masta Killa]
  Yo, knocked on a humble, slid through the system
  Bag me a C-Wall, on the bench of the bullpen
  My speaker for the pillow, my locked down presidents
  Conflictors, for the robbers and jukkers
  The buck fifty stitch zippers, if you wit us
  From my Chi-Town thugs to my Killa Cali gangstas
  Minnesota Wolves, Philly Six shooters
  We ain't chuck potent, we off money throw up
  [T-Slugz]
  It don't mean nothing to me
  Ya'll can't get nothing from me, stop frontin' from me and
  Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
  I take you where you want it to be, I'm who you wanted to see
  And I'm that same dude, that came through
  Runnin' with the same crew, still here, reppin' all the same rules
  CD's easy to move, honey say I'm easy to choose, that ain't easy to you
  And I stand out, big time, y'all easy to lose
  Niggaz face all screwed, I'm just breakin' the news
  And we do this for the cash, still keep a stash in a brown paper bag
  Me and my nigga Mad, light skinned, dark skinned, we lovin', what an ass
  Slow that thing down, ma, you movin' too fast
  [Panama P.I.]
  Yo, you movin' to fast
  Watch P.I., throw the shit on smash
  This game is high risk, player
  Strictly for brick breakers and brick layers, spit razors
  Jewel gem star, ball with the players, who grab the rim hard
  Walk on dot, and it's the P on hard
  When it's off season, I bring the pain til your balls bleeding
  Quick as a Porsche speed, my niggaz floss frequent
  Catch us up in court reading, with a
  Couple of sons, that's used to hustlin' drums
  I guess that's the only way we double our funds
  Everything hardcore, when we slide in the door
  Wait til we go back on tour
  New exclusive joint, two thousand and - and
  [Chorus]
  [Eyeslow]
  I walk with crooks, love guns, married to gats
  That cali' detach, your back from that battery pack
  My salary stack, chain make these other niggaz hurl
  Yeah it's O and G, I'm O and P in other nigga's girl
  I ain't lovin' nigga's girl, I'm just training, just banging
  Just hanging, smokin' while my other nigga's twirl
  (It's a gutter nigga's world) I'm all about the cheddar, man
  Any problems you want, speak to my beretta, man
  [Hot Flames]
  I was taught from young, that, live is what you making it
  Stuck on the crooked road, but I was taught to straighten it
  Every track flamin' it, every gat, aimin' it
  Before I start sprayin' it, and then I start banging it
  Strong arm, I'm claimin' it, if I bring a chick to the crib
  And she ain't my wifey, then we clangin' it
  Spit hard, probably cuz I'm missing my fam
  If it's beef, y'all niggaz better 'dip' like Cam
  [Todd]
  Son, you get mine, get knocked, and then I just get time
  But I'mma hit the boy hard, just like you was a punchline
  You spit, oh shit, call this here, lunch time
  I'mma throw hot sauce all over that lunch rhyme
  Rap for days, that'll blow like grenades
  Flow so hot, it'll make 'em run for shade
  Nowadays, the D's gettin' niggaz, picked up
  So I hustle and sit up and let God big up
  Fag, they call me Betty, cuz I got that ready rock
  For any nigga that's ready to go inside the baker shop
  Money mean a lot so I keeps mine in the wall
  You the type that get a dollar and go and run to the store
  Not me, each dollar I get, I make a copy
  To let y'all know, for the love of this, I was the body
  Looks are deceiving, so I'm askin' y'all to try me
  Man was the one, who made hand guns a hobby

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  Love Hell Or Right

  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Yo.. yeah that's the shit
  Yo 'Preme roll it up son
  This smells good, huh? huh?
  Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
  The bitches in the party, 21 and up
  From the streets, sophisticated, Cozmo in the cup
  See you niggaz mug shot, grilling wide
  Cause your bitch got the husk of a thug
  That's a billing plus a villain
  I'm about million, keep playing around like children
  Your mother, father, brother, sister never know who killed them
  Say my name in your jurisdiction
  Y'all niggaz non-fiction
  What y'all niggaz know about friction?
  Man listen, when I got a pot to piss in
  Hot chicken with some rice and beans
  I rock the ice and gleam
  Cutie booty with the Gucci jeans
  She heard of my team, fire like gasoline
  Bout to get y'all niggaz jumping like some trampoline
  How she want that?
  Anaconda up in her stomach
  She felt me comin 'round the corner when I come
  As I move to the bass and drum I fear none
  [M-Speed]
  Ayyo I love this game for real
  For hip hop - chill
  Lie, cheat and steal
  Rap pays the bills
  Who's tired of hearing wack shit?
  Make me wanna clap shit
  We all is some rap kid
  Got this in the bag kid
  The flow is ridiculous
  In other words sick with this
  How you gon' get with this?
  Hot track, flip with this
  Murder words and heard
  This, that and the third
  Shit flows out nigga
  This is one turf
  "Hip hop set out the dark" [x2]
  "Niggaz do.." [x2]
  [Born Justice]
  Up in the club with a drink in my hand
  Some bitch done got slapped, screaming "That's my man!"
  Damn, that's the type of shit I can't stand
  What a girl do to be ya number one fan
  Brothers put away your guns
  Fuck that - we fumble shit and came to have fun
  All up in the mix trying to bag my bitch
  Mad cause you can't rock the mic like this
  [ShaCronz]
  I'm from a class of the great
  Here comes a bastard case
  Under pressure these dudes crack like plastic clays
  I stay roasted, smoke hash, laugh and spray
  When it comes to ass I'm like drop dudes, don't have to wait
  My glass hit let the heat go
  Whenever we need those
  Flow tighter than Speedos
  Never let my grief show
  Spray shots, stay wop, my niggaz hate cops
  Catch me at the haze spot
  We're about eight blocks
  And a few chicks watch the God do this
  Nuisance to the mic, I might lose this
  Mind outta control but control the nine
  For these chicks my love grow with time
  [Allah Real]
  Years of playing out in the rain
  Your momma does the does
  She says that we were bad
  I thought I'd never going on
  She wild, so now she's on
  For girl you look so sad
  I met Doo Wop when you feel in love
  Touchin me, I told you not to grind while you clutchin me
  Do you remember the love?
  Do you remember the love?
  You left me cold out to diiieee
  Now I'm loveless, all by myself
  "Hip-hop.. hip-hop.. hip-hop set out in the park"
  "Niggaz do.."

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  Mathematics

  CHAPTER ONE
  agonizing
  global blinding has come in full
  suffocate the remaining percent
  subtract
  all is expendable
  a thousand points of heat
  bacteria son of disease
  mourning breath ammonia thirst quenching leach
  tapping the network of veins
  genetic harvest in vain
  licking the wounds uncontrollably
  systems of gain
  sour heart reeks casualties
  CHAPTER TWO
  all the bread has molded fungus dwells inside
  multiple
  estimates
  convincing with their graphic pride
  the mask that suffocates bleeds in me
  all is to believe but we are pawns poisoned
  in quantities
  arsenic hysteria
  like fleas on a dog irritating
  this
  microwave insomnia
  no strength
  no heart
  no option
  blugeoned with diversions
  concentrated dose
  exterminate the addiction
  high vantage point
  chlorine infliction death
  no microchip
  shall rest underneath my flesh
  i'd prefer the obstacles of death
  i will fill the tombs worthy of consequence
  CHAPTER THREE
  epileptic cancer causing agents
  starved
  lack of nutrition
  will you live this life on calloused knees?
  neck broken in?
  particles of mass deception forced in
  corrosive sting
  stall
  the all seeing eye sees all
  the most relevant faction
  foundations fractured
  economic death
  sarcastic devotion runs in excess
  sew my lips and burn my opened eyes
  one soul divine
  the engines are running mind altering
  the most vile of things
  man has ever seen
  inspiring
  to know all these
  admiring
  my eyes are leaking viciously
  dissecting the harsh anatomy
  CHAPTER FOUR
  the devils suck the life out
  injecting america with blood disease
  the reason and cause my friend, no room for vacancy
  decrease the numbers with crack and poverty
  methamphetamine
  cling to this massacre of excuses
  fully aware of the hidden agendas
  CHAPTER FIVE
  isolated
  silent warfare germ gestapo
  all of the seeds condemned
  controlling and disabled
  the greed infection in disguise
  behold united lambs of slavery
  rhythm of extremities amplifies
  the source is nameless
  CHAPTER SIX
  miralo, ahora para la eleccion
  el camino del guerrero, en caminos de revolucion
  yo vengo preparao cargando mi cañon
  yo vengo preparao con los santos a mi lado

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  Men Of Respect (ft. Reakwon, Method Man, Eyes Low, Termanology & Cappadonna)

  Raekwon]
  Fuck ya'll niggas is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
  Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggas is all pussy
  That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggas is
  Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up
  I put all this right there, on niggas in H.T.M.'s son
  Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
  All magazines lit, fly life we live
  The lingo is to let, ya'll niggas know, how niggas rep
  I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
  Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set
  Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with
  Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it
  Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it
  "Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did
  Dish it out and take it
  To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it
  Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit
  Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
  Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
  And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
  Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
  Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
  To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick
  My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit
  "Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
  (Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?)
  Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggas in whips
  Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip
  Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor
  Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw
  Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders
  Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
  The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
  We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters
  Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
  Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
  Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex
  Love vets, love weed and love wrecks
  All in together now, follow me the Method
  Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
  No love here, no tender, love and care
  But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggas best before
  For consumption, for wack assumption
  You can catch a bad one or somethin'
  From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
  Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
  Drunk inside the function
  +Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
  +Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
  For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
  +Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+
  I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse
  Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
  Check your ego at the door

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  Face The Problemzz (ft. Gza, Raekwon & Cappadonna)show lyrics

  Face The Problemzz (ft. Gza, Raekwon & Cappadonna)

  [Intro]
  Face the problems that everyone's found
  We must replace what we took out of the ground
  Face the problems that everyone's found
  We must replace what we took out of the ground
  [Verse 1: GZA]
  The echo from machine gun rounds simmers
  And a fallen soldier, his weapon hangs on his shoulder, lights get dimmer
  Key swingin' back and forth in the ignition
  The stench was only part of the horrible condition
  As he waits for the smoke to clear
  All he heard was the blast from in the bombs that kept ringin' in his ear
  Along with gun-bearin' troops with fatigues and wearin' boots
  From miles away, whether night or day they hear 'em shoot
  It's a very unforgivin' and hostile environment
  The military hardware, the only requirement
  A world with a decease is just a thing of the past
  Every advance is more costly than the last
  The president's responsible for losses
  Political forces, land littered with corpses
  Like the youth from the streets that gambled and get scarred
  Even the troops in the field bet it all for one cause
  [Hook]
  Face the problems that everyone's found
  We must replace what we took out of the ground
  [Verse 2: Raekwon]
  We grew up y'all, die-hard dummies, pourin' coke and guns
  Violence was near so hallways were plungy
  Dirty jean, hoodie on boys, stealin' stereos to get on
  I did my first crime when I was born
  Young king – realize
  Life'll put you in a short spot, gun cocked, we was already signed
  Day to day slingin', til once, we formed an ill line
  Dynamic duos, all we did was threw O's
  Police chased us in buildings, different places
  This is real then, do me a favor, keep it from children
  We was bad guys, stressin' for money
  Regulate and start a strong clique, I was that nigga, don't forget
  Time to time thinkin' 'bout time, little time left
  Time piece is on, new Nikes, switchin' nines
  In the buildin', pourin' out rhymes, don't let the cycle happen again
  You might get trapped if you rewind
  [Hook x2]
  [Verse 3: Cappadonna]
  Staten Africa, move through the rat holes with the hunger
  All the Jakes, look Archie Bunker
  Scheme on your cracks, plot, and jump yah
  I can't wait to get out, released from the barracks
  So I can chop more and hunt gems
  My army got lion's dens
  See through your technology, advanced behavior
  Renewal of the street mind, I speak mine
  Little kids run through your hall, addicted to spray paint
  Thugs clash with the unjust, it's untrust in these hallways
  But love always, all of my dudes from back in the days
  We 'place hard times with better ways
  On some grown man shit, gettin' that child support paid
  Never call out...
  Mothafuck what you heard, it's the gods in here
  Never slack on that music, it's very sincere

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  Real Talk (pop's Song)show lyrics

  Real Talk (pop's Song)

  [Intro: Poppa Don]
  Ok, I'm sayin' man
  They sayin', Pop, man, they
  They sayin' that you singin' too much, man
  They sayin' man, that, you know
  They don't think you got the rapping skill no more
  Man, you can't hold it down on the streets
  Man, you too much, focused on the ladies
  Nah, God, I've been rappin', I just took a little break, man
  You know, everybody's rappin' now, knowhatimsayin'
  I'm mean, damn, huh?
  [Poppa Don]
  You got a lotta rappers, but how many rappers is ill
  How many rappers you know in platinum and touched the mill
  How many rappers you know that's nice, without a deal
  How many rappers pumpin' the things, that I can't feel
  How many rappers up in that Source, with 5 mics
  How many rappers you know that's rhymin', sound a like
  How many rappes is kickin' rhymes, they didn't write
  Talkin' that thug shit, and really can't fight
  How many rappers that wanna step to me, and get ate up
  Many rappers I done battled, made 'em all shut up
  Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm one of the best
  Get it off your chest, don't hold your breathe
  I'mma be that nigga, to show niggaz in hip hop
  Who's hot and whose not, and one of the best is Pac
  Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm on the best
  [Interlude: Poppa Don]
  And they sayin' that... you ain't ill, nigga
  I can't see that, what you did to me, man
  That shit got me fucked up, knowhatimsayin?
  I'm like, shit, this nigga's the hottest nigga in the game, right now
  I'm the man
  [Poppa Don]
  You got a lot rappers, then you get out the game quick
  Talkin' that same shit, that lame shit, like
  We give a fuck about your chains, and your whips
  And your rollie, and how icey your shit is
  Nigga, talk about that, pain that it really is
  That's for my niggaz locked up, my thugs on the block
  With the glocks up, wanna hear
  That shit you talkin', was played out last year
  You fuckin' clown, cuz of you
  Nigga that don't even rhyme, wanna rhyme now
  Get in the game and twist it around
  See what you did, I should kill you on th strength of Pac and Big
  Cuz them niggaz loved and lived and died for this shit
  Hear you come, playin' with this, talkin' how you been rich
  You was never poor, never been through a struggle
  But never seen no bars, quit screamin' you're hardcore
  Or star like bar, somebody gon' fuck around and call your bluff
  Allow the gat, and me like "nigga what"
  [Outro: Poppa Don]
  You gon' be like... yo yo, hold up man
  All I'm sayin' is, I was just gettin' jigged
  Spittin' out blood, knowhatimean
  Man talkin' about, this nigga don't spit
  What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck
  He speakin' a different fuckin' language?
  These niggaz is not listenin' man, pay attention
  What the fuck, and ooh, and ohh
  Oh shout out to my nigga 50
  For hollerin' at your boy, yeah

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  Mathematicsshow lyrics

  Mathematics

  Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
  Ha hah, you know the deal, it's just me Dog
  Beats by su-primo for all of my people
  Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos
  Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
  Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock
  It's five dimensions, six senses
  Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell
  Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
  With the probable tenth, the universe expands length
  The body of my text possess extra strength
  Power-liftin' powerless up, out of this towerin' inferno
  My ink so hot, it burn through the journal
  I'm blacker than midnight on broadway and myrtle
  Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
  Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
  Working class poor, better keep your alarm set
  Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
  Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
  For cha-ching cats get tha cha-pow, who dead now
  Killin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow
  Some numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow
  Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
  But only fifteen percent of profits, ever see my pockets like
  Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
  Spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
  Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
  That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
  Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a Ki
  A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
  Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone
  So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home
  I guess, Michael Jackson was right, 'You are not alone'
  Rock your hardhat black 'coz you in the terrordome
  Full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
  Young teens and prison greens facin' life numbers
  Crack mothers, crack babies and aids patients
  Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in playstation
  This new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass
  You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
  It's mathematics
  "The mighty Mos Def"
  "It's simple mathematics"
  "Check it out!"
  "I revolve around science"
  "What are we talking about here?"
  "The mighty Mos Def"
  "It's simple mathematics"
  "Check it out!"
  "I revolve around science"
  "What are we talking about here?"
  "Do your math"
  "Do your math"
  "One, t-t-two, three, four"
  "What are we talking about here?"
  Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
  Three strikes and you be in for life, mandatory
  Four M.C's murdered in the last four years
  I ain't tryin' to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
  Yo it's six million ways to die, from the seven deadly thrills
  Eight year olds gettin' found with nine mill's
  It's ten p.m., where your seeds at? What's the deal?
  He on the hill puffin' krill to keep their bellies filled
  Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
  Young soldiers tryin' to earn they next stripe
  When the average minimum wage is five fifteen
  You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream
  The white unemployment rate is nearly more than triple for black
  So frontliners got their gun in your back
  Bubblin' crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
  And end up in the global jail economy
  Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
  Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
  And even if you get out of prison still livin'
  Join the other five million under state supervision
  This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
  From your phone, your zip code, to S S I digits
  The system break man, child and women into figures
  Two columns for who is and who ain't niggaz
  Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
  But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
  Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret
  The're million other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics
  "The mighty Mos Def"
  "It's simple mathematics"
  "Check it out!"
  "I revolve around science"
  "What are we talking about here?"
  "The mighty Mos Def"
  "It's simple mathematics"
  "Check it out!"
  "I revolve around science"
  "What are we talking about here?"