Dupont Filmography

• Morgane la sirène 1928, role: actor,
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• Sans famille 1925, role: actor,
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• Judith 1922, role: actor,
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• Le sang des Finoël 1922, role: actor,
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• Ysoli magnétiseur 1908, role: actor,
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Dupont Filmography

• Le songe d'une nuit d'été 1971, role: actor, character name: Fleur de Pois
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• Alice au pays des merveilles 1970, role: actor, character name: Un canard
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• Alice au pays des merveilles 1970, role: actor, character name: Un juré
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• Le dimanche de la vie 1967, role: actor,
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Duponts, The Filmography

• Peek a Boo 1953, role: actor, character name: Themselves
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  Whyshow lyrics

  Why

  Open the book
  And I saw an angel come down from heaven
  Having the key of the bottomless pit
  And a great chain in his hand
  I laid whole on the dragon, That old serpent
  Which is the Devil, and Satan, and born in a thousand years
  I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
  Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
  Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy
  If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy
  Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner
  Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me)
  I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
  Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
  Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
  The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
  I did alot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still
  I look out for tha one the knocks
  So why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me, why
  Why he knockin' at my door, my door
  Why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me
  Can you tell me why he huntin' me for
  Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me
  Could you tell me
  Could you tell me what he huntin' me for
  Tell me what he huntin' me for
  Could you tell me, tell me
  Could you tell me what he huntin' me for
  You thinkin' lifes a joke, I'll slice your throat
  Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked
  I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
  I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope
  I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
  My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
  Its just me, him and my blunt in the Range
  A young nigga with the filty slang
  Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box
  With three macks and a glock
  I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
  I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops
  It ain't ya lad, I ain't bad
  It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop
  Its like somebodys lookin' over my shoulder
  Its hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures
  So many haters I don't know where to turn
  And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn
  First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
  You feel me, You a enemy if anything cuz
  In memory of
  Death to the powers that be
  See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier ain't no coward in me
  Somebody is constanly watching and following me
  Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see
  Allow me to peek
  Forget about reading the fine print
  My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
  Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line
  I'm back on my grind
  Satan in the back of my mind
  Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
  I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious
  Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
  I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me
  It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
  Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop
  Da Band, the next generation, God first
  And we won't stop, Yea, Lets go
  Yea, get off me, get off me
  You know what team I'm on
  One God, One love, One family, Bad Boy
  I'm like Micheal baby
  Dark Angel, Yea, You feel me
  I see all you Devils out there
  You'll never stop us
  Da Band, 2003, The next generation

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  My Lifeshow lyrics

  My Life

  This Crazy
  I'm Thankful
  Welcome Welcome
  Life is what you make it
  you gotta put in hard work
  yea cant let nobody hold you down baby
  hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
  locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods
  writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes
  about tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind
  white collared criminals climb the corporate ladder
  while niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack
  riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season
  itz a setup hypothetically speakin
  even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding
  drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him
  my mom got grey hairs from worrying sick
  and my sister got a house now pushing a stick
  just a lil something to get her from a to b
  ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
  wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
  my little brother nick i guess he'z loving whatz left
  Life is what u make it
  though it may sound basic
  going through some bad times
  while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
  though we must build up tha strength to carry on
  welcome to my world
  welcome welcome
  I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door
  i looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke
  and at tha time i really needed his dough
  but i know the rules
  you never sell crack where you rest at
  cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at
  in my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at
  found ou ti aint dead give dem a spot to rest at
  i found out bout there spot had to go and x that
  my eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man
  i think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson
  i carry loads at times even though it get stressin
  i remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing
  i couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition
  tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business
  Life is what u make it
  though it may sound basic
  going through some bad times
  while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
  though we must build up tha strength to carry on
  welcome to my world
  welcome welcome
  High heads and high school dropouts
  little girlz wit there stomachs popped out
  i seen it all
  niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
  life nomore
  dont think small im getting focused
  in tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin
  while niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata
  my moms make paper but cheat wit her cash
  ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad
  so i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka
  100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt
  still tryna get a deal on tha side
  battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried
  alot of niggaz wanna see me shine
  but i still got tha lanes laggin behind
  hatin on mine itz nothin
  imma get to tha top regardless
  got love for female rappers but think im tha hardest
  Life is what u make it
  though it may sound basic
  going through some bad times
  while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
  though we must build up tha strength to carry on
  welcome to my world

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  How U Like Me Now

  Oo ma how you like me now
  Now that you know that im blingin
  Oo you coulda took me there
  Now you sittin reminescin about my time you wasted
  You seen me spending faces
  Coulda done something
  But you did nothing
  You was just a waste of my time
  Girlfriend never take you out to eat with me
  She threw her hand on my crach
  Started teasin me
  Told me "Imagine how good we could be"
  When i was walkin you aint had no raps
  Now im ballin look whos talkin bitch imagine that
  You tried to play me cause your ass was fat
  Think you look cute cause your hair is done?
  I got a deal now here you come
  All of a sudden wanna speak to me
  Re-sently wanna peice of me
  Re-spect your self have some desceny
  Im in the top five no you cant creep wit me
  Girl friend you nothing but a freak to me
  Girlfriend never take you out to eat with me
  She threw her hands on my crach started teasin me
  And said "Just think of how good we could be"
  I told her "I dont give in that easily"
  Hip to the bull shit she was feedin me
  DAMN she got a body but shes a flea
  Gold digga all she wanted was some cheese from me
  Come on
  Just got out from the club wylin out
  Yall know me Lord Chopper
  Donkey eggin actin a ass yall cant stop us
  Throwin bows cratchin ya noes rubbin on hoes
  Checkin two-ways
  Liting or smokin on optomos
  On the real
  If yo club be bumpin we be present
  V.I.P. sessions
  Hot girls im down to undress them
  Fuck it Chellys lets do it in the back of a truck
  We can get down n dirty Whats up?
  Cause i dont give a Uh Unh
  Crissy poppa, Mix it with the hen n vodka
  See im the king and my jungle call me Mufasa
  Pull up in a big body Benz sittin on brawlas
  Young and ballin doing my thing
  Im shot calling holla
  Gangsta nigga Ex scrilla i pop you up
  Roll with a team of hard heads that'll box you up
  We go to any club from that Whispers to thay Tunel
  Cause we the niggas from that jungle ya herd me?
  I want it so bad i can taste (HUH?)
  Betta move do something cause im gettin impatient
  I want it so bad i cant taste
  With the gun up on my waste..
  Im losing patients
  Whats wrong with you
  You know its only won to me
  This crazy bitch done went an got a gun for me
  I know time aint stop for me
  I aint asked you to get in the six n come back to the block for me
  I don't need no win on mine
  Cause Freddy be gon til November
  Long gone in the winter
  Playing pong in Hong Kong
  With me n Renard my little cousin from over town
  The life of a don
  When i aint writin im home
  When i strike like lighting i hit like thunder through thongs women callin me Rome
  Im slingin the thing in this bitch
  The king ding a ling
  In the hood they call me tha Paul Bunyon hunny
  A heart breaker they call me a human on my own
  But you can call me from the Grand Canyon
  Im doin great eating grapes in the tan mansion
  Im so handsome

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  Hold Me Down

  Yall niggas done met ya match
  Im somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back
  I bang dudes yeah they callin me wife beat
  My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me
  Chicks conceded then i give em my ice see
  Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me
  Sexy brown skin complexion
  Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah
  I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store
  Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see
  Babs bunny the blackjack queen of the week huh
  Im fire just what the thugs desire
  Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah
  When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires
  Got every club for more we passin street flyers
  I been there VIP its a short night
  With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight
  Im ready for some action hands in the air
  Crystal over here in the club no beer
  Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin
  Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button
  Babs repeat it im suckin up the rap game need it
  Thorough bread plus i stay weeded
  Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows
  Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s
  Every days an episode all because im episode
  Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows
  Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin
  Never made a dime for rhyme yeah
  I make the people no my people dont beleive it though
  Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico
  Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow
  So it must be those freaky po pos i hope
  They better pray they dont run no chrome or your momma gonna be singin that song
  What you say Freddy P ya heard me
  Its all chopper city ya heard me
  Your little brother ya heard me
  I representin the band ya dig to the death
  New orleans the third wall i mack now yall
  Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga
  I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga
  You know what type of shit im on i let the mack hit ya
  You cant box my squad our left jabs quicka
  Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us
  All my sistas i promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya
  You know what im sayin we see them ninjas
  Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber
  You can try to stop me i will end ya
  Shit my killer instincts like cinder
  Im a bad boy you better make it
  Make it out fifty
  Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture
  Hey yo choppa i dig you like a fuckin shark man
  You see its ness the enforcer from the band man
  We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog
  This is real its about to go down like this hey yo
  Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert
  eagles on me
  Call me a liar but the fires back
  Bad boy empire is where the fires at
  I got the sean john truck with the tires to match
  The whole hood on fire the wires tapped
  Ok this part of the deal
  Bounty huntas all on my heals
  Lookin for me huh so were in devilles
  I take the planes trains automobiles boats
  Overseas passport to brazil
  Travel with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it
  Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it

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  Do You Know?

  Y'all hear the guitars
  Wyclef is in the building
  Puffy came to get me
  I have officially made the band
  I'm a rockstar
  Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
  Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
  Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
  Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh
  Do you know where you're going to
  Do you like the things
  That life is showing you
  What are you gonna do
  Do you know
  So where you from?
  Where chicks rock Air Force 1's
  Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
  So where you from
  Where they don't rock Air Force 1's
  We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns
  So where you from
  Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots
  A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe
  Man where you from
  Where guerillas don't be messing with cops
  You catch a case
  Go on the run and still hugging the block
  So what you doing
  Big Ballin' money makin and flossin'
  Sean Johnin' you know how we do it in New Orleans
  So what you doing
  What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
  I'm cockin it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig
  Man what you doing
  Man I'm minding my bizz I'm trying to feed my kids
  I can't starve dog I need my rib
  Yo what you doing
  Shuttin' broads down believe me
  On my grind all night cause your girl is greedy
  whoooo
  Do you know where you're going to
  Do you like the things
  That life is showing you
  What are you gonna do
  Do you know
  All I know
  Somebody better have my money
  If being broke is a joke
  I don't find that funny
  All I know
  That chicks better respect my gangsta
  I'm far from your mother
  But I still will spank ya
  All I know
  Is this project living and sh...
  What could you tell me
  If you ain't never been in this here
  All I know
  My flow put me through better doors
  And bought two gold pedals
  For that Bentley Azure, euurrrke
  Please, don't give up, on your life
  Ghetto child, it's alright, it's alright
  The sun will come out, tomorrow
  Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
  But so we go, so we go
  When the sun come out to shine
  I'd be so ready for die now
  Forgive me for my sins
  But I still holding me nine-ah
  VIP looking for another man for rob now
  Just another way for escape Riker's Island
  I'm gonna prove to these dudes
  I can get me a Coupe
  Without snatching you out of yours
  With that steam on you, blakoww
  I wanna prove
  I'm a superstar
  My rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
  You know who we are
  I gonna prove it
  That Babs is the best in the game
  So thugs hold on tight
  Like I'm snatching your chain
  And I'm gonna prove it
  To the chicks that cold shouldered me
  And the record labels
  That chose to look over me, ha
  I ain't going back to jail
  To a pack of Oodles and Noodles
  In the wack of my cell
  Dudes get cut in the yard
  We rushing the guards
  We taking over it's a riot
  Gun button the Sarge
  All of my homies with wheels
  Waiting for in the peel
  Is all the way real
  We peel penintentiary steel, come on
  Do you knoooowwww Ohhhhhhh
  Do you know where you're going to
  Do you like the things
  That life is showing you
  What are you gonna do (You gotta know)
  Do you know
  Bad Boy, Refugee camp collabo, let's go
  Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing
  Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
  The infamous Freddy P. from the M-I-A
  It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
  Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
  E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow
  Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh

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  They Knowshow lyrics

  They Know

  Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
  Uughhh!
  And dropped in Manhattan
  Hey-o, Hey-o
  Bad Boy's the label
  Time Shock
  Dofat's the man
  Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
  Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
  Freddy P
  Who want war wit em'?
  (Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
  Take a fall wit em'
  (Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
  Back against the wall wit em
  (Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
  Chopper City let 'em know!
  I believe in gettin rich or die tryin
  Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
  It ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp a ho
  And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe
  I keeps the mac milli low
  Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like "what chu grillin fo'?"
  Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you know how I do's it
  I strike a kite that's my definition of stickin and movin
  What you know about shoot outs for half an hour?
  If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
  You bouta witness City reach till' it's massive power
  Boss man. I can get you niggaz wacked in showers
  I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder
  If you want it you can call on Chopper
  Choppa! Fetti is somethin that ya boy desire
  I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper
  I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
  Yeah
  I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
  C'mon
  If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
  Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid
  Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now..
  I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
  Holla
  I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
  Holla
  If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
  Holla
  Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low Now..
  I love the haters cause I feed of they energy
  I'm in the same business as the muthafucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
  Waitin for sinners and
  They see the glory and pain
  You know the story bout the boy with a name
  He did things like kill people and stole Kane
  The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
  Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
  In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
  Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
  We work on P.D.'s nerves
  Man we probly gon clash when he hear these words
  But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurr
  If it wasn't for him, I'd be livin to see dirt
  Now lil F.P. and me, we see curves
  Bend 'em - fuck it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
  Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work
  All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
  Stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill's
  That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
  Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
  Oh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dude
  I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band news
  I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideout
  I stay wit them nines out to clear the whole block out
  Now they say "Fred you need to chill"
  I been a BadBoy way before Martin of Will
  I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of Germany
  That's what the game has earned me supportin my skills
  And them girls like "Freddy, you need to stop"
  How I came through like Griffin and made Cleveland hot
  How they get up on the floor and make it "Breathe and Stop"
  like Q-Tip - get in her ear and I bet she get in my drop
  We them southside riders
  C'mon, C'mon, Look out
  Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
  We them southside riders
  C'mon, C'mon, Look out
  Huh?
  C'mon, C'mon, Look out
  Huh?
  C'mon, C'mon, Look out
  Huh?
  Get down! Get down, c'mon
  I like that shit! Yeah, Boi!

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  Living Legends

  Yo, Blaze the fire and watch the enemies crumble
  See the blood of a slave
  The eyes of a Banta
  Rise from the grave
  When they listening to Dylan
  Action and ways speak clearly like a veteran
  Looking both ways
  When concealing my weapon
  I was raised in the gutter
  Fifties for elevens
  And a dirty box cutter
  I'm standing my ground
  Back and forth out of town
  I'm getting that cash
  And niggaz can't see Babs
  If you ain't licking my ass
  One tough chick
  My flows is not to be fucked with
  Send the word out
  To them bitches that you run with
  I'm here now
  Bitches in trouble I spit fire
  Quick to bust off
  Like Weebay from the wire
  Fucking with the grimiest nigga
  Look in my eyes
  My life was paralelled park
  Until I put it in drive
  D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights
  Chicks gunning me down
  Running mad redlights
  Had low mileage
  It was either hugging the block or Hip Hop
  I never will in college
  I'm only being honest
  Cadillac with the Mac
  With the serial stratched up in the lining
  Now pass me some diamonds
  With some dudes who move
  When I say them good
  So the hood call me Simon
  When I rob I ain't rhyming
  I change climates
  And break more records
  Than Rice did for the Niners
  Them silly one now (hey)
  All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!)
  To be wake
  To be among so many Living Legends
  Nobody stop me
  Don't ask me why
  This a real tall guy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye
  Them silly one now (hey)
  All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!)
  To be wake
  To be among so many Living Legends
  Nobody stop me
  Don't ask me why
  I'm a real bad boy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye
  Man fuck them other niggaz
  Cause I'm down with my niggaz
  Yep, we Da Band
  Y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us
  Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up
  Reach for that 10 that have you duckin' them bullets
  Hit you where it hurt it be hard for you to push up
  Half-way crook ass niggaz I got you shook up
  You walk with your head faced down
  You scared to look up
  And I know Black and Blue
  I got the hook up
  I stay on my grind BK niggaz know
  In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video
  On the block for a couple of years
  I done smoked a lot of blunts
  Drunk a couple of beers
  The streets know me
  The hood hold me
  I paid dues
  I'm the chick in the click
  Full of niggaz, I made moves
  Stay on top of my game
  I can't lose
  Get down or lay down
  Bitch niggaz better choose
  I ride in the biggest trucks
  All day, call me, shit
  I supply the biggest stuff
  Hit the block
  Like I'm Cartel blunts
  Ready for something to dump
  I feel as though I got the biggest nuts
  Wait, move
  I put blood in your socks, your shoes
  Overflowing now you shaking your leg
  Man I run with the gauge like bacon with eggs
  It's white, when I bite

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  I Like Your Style

  This That Sexy Right Here
  Da Band Baby
  Bad Boy
  To Hot For T.V.
  I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me
  we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
  so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you
  you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do
  Hot damn boy whatz tha plan
  i gotta whole day free i done dumped my man
  wassup got tha truck rimmed up last weekend
  tha haze that i blow got my interior stinkin
  yea so whatz tha deal boy
  im tryna chill wit u i like your style
  baby dont get it twisted i dont want your child
  and i dont make prank calls you can press redial
  I guess you like my sudden draw
  i stay down no matter tha cause
  my attitudes like fuck them all
  feel me im on my game i aint got no flaws
  and so jealous so dont make me have 2 touch nobody or cut nobody
  you like it when i tell you shit like that
  and when im on my ass i flip right back
  like dat real nigga that i am so if u need me you can call on slim fuckin right girl
  Baby how you doin
  off the scene for a minute but right back into it
  tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me
  i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you
  i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild
  I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me
  we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
  so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you
  you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do
  She pretty in pink
  damn what they put in my drink
  itz either im color blind or to pissy to think
  straight take it slow wait for a minute
  chill fall back we can date for a
  minute
  im written out wit an option to buy
  she blow weed till her nose bleed top of tha sky
  female wit an attitude as cocky as mine
  when i ride she right there in tha passenger side
  This week i made plans tha was set in advance
  lost tha inship to sivilla then we heading to france
  under tha stars sippin chrissy laid back in tha sand
  tellin me wayz how you act when you was back wit ya fam
  how your mother was smoking crack and your father was dead
  see thatz tha type of stuff dat get in my head
  and you very emotional
  you make a real thug wanna get close to you
  wit tha permission you give your lotion letz get ghost girl
  Baby how you doin
  off the scene for a minute but right back into it
  tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me
  i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you
  i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild
  I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me
  we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
  so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you
  you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do
  Yea Chopper City
  It'z Tha Band Ya Heard Me
  Tha Next Generation
  Bad Boy
  Baby how you doin
  off the scene for a minute but right back into it
  tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me
  i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you
  i like your style beautiful smile your kinda wild
  I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me
  we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
  so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you

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  Bad Boy This, Bad Boy Thatshow lyrics

  Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

  Bad boy baby,
  we the last standin' check the records,
  check the score.
  Da Band, the next generation of Bad Boy, c'mon
  I'm back and I'm hittin' em hard
  breast don't sagg, I dont need no push-up bra
  chick you mad, babs got a brand new car
  drop top in the hood, I'm a ghetto superstar
  pop bottles and roll up trees
  Bab's strong arm chicks like I'm hercules
  you got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve 'em
  big belly women we starve 'em
  dudes in the hood, we rob 'em wheneva they flawcin'
  betta tuck in ya chain dude and keep on walkin'
  you a thug, why you keep on talkin let's get it crackin'
  get ya girl stomped ou in the club, I make it happen
  I got this, Diddy done let me out
  out chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (yeah)
  my year now so you girls betta leave
  me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep
  All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that, Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
  Imma changed man since I made the band
  nobody - gave a damn, no-one gave a hand
  made man, made the band, wave ya hands
  rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band
  Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
  don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (whooo)
  go somewhere and be a maintnence man, a janitor
  dogg don't blame me, blame ya manager
  keep ya hands out my pockets boy
  franchise like I play for the Rockets boy
  who shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya boy
  Ready to Die, All Eyes on the project boy
  you stocky - I put sumthin in ya biceps boy
  I can't help it, I'm a violent boy
  a gee, who down wit his thousand boys
  All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
  Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
  there he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon
  G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin'
  runnin' game on ya chick, ya boy's a pimp
  I need the ones wit no type of common sense (that about it)
  if you bout it then throw it up
  got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up
  now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
  you - run in that water now ya life is in danger
  ride wit the underworld, them key bangers
  soldeir that be off that frail, them beef bringers
  picture a clown tryin' to carry me
  it won't happen, I won't let you haters worry me
  Imma stay thugged out till they bury me
  when they do, I can;t wait to see buried B
  Imma dirty south boy from the dirty steets
  get krunk, get buck, get the hell off ya feet
  All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
  Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because...
  Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
  I'm Fred, you want his head, put a couple in his coffin'
  Lord forgive me, but these dudes is playin' wit the boss man
  you don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (come one man)
  I'm the type you squeese tight, and you bring your cousin', man homeboy that's yall man
  man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game
  I'm Bad, but not a boy, I got a part of his name
  homie I see you trippin', then it's off wit ya chain
  yo head - harder than wood then I'm scarrin' ya frame
  A Don, I mean what I say and I say what I mean
  I eat, shit, and sleep yeah I lay wit them things
  Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team
  Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (holla)
  Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)

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  Chopped Upshow lyrics

  Chopped Up

  What's happenin'
  this ya boy Chopper City, ya heard me
  New Orleans
  I'm from the dirty, but I stay so fresh, so clean
  With all these throwbacks, you think I got a time machine
  Kodak moment, everytime I hit scenes
  Cuz I'm a young ??, I flip keys
  Alicia aint, got, nothin' on me, I'm so shady
  Tha benz is amazing, tha color is all gravy
  Please believe, my squad be them DBE's
  We ridin' in them drop tops, wit them DVD's
  Spreewells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy
  I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy
  Fa-Shiggety!!!, tha thug shit just run in my kidney
  Always on point aint no nigga gone put no steel to me
  Feelin' me, every move I make
  It replay, EA Sports style, especially on tha freeway
  whodi so wild, I keep thangs that bark loud
  move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out
  Listen!
  I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
  bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
  ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
  ya dog ass gone get done for it
  ya betta run for it
  Tha bad boy's untamed guerrilla
  I keeps it rilla' man ya gots to feel me
  Worldwide connected from Ghanistan to Philly
  What the dilly, I'm in tha milli' dropped 2-seater
  With creepers strapped with nina's, fuckin' with senoritas
  Jesus, I'm just off the meters
  Believe, I still do got more stripes, and shelves than Adidas
  Slang base-n-ball like Alex Rodriguez
  Put ya foggles on, ya'll niggaz can't see me, like
  I up, my level a notch to better
  I can make a hit, a-capella
  Ya can't, knock tha fella
  I'm here now, I ain't going nowhere
  Believe that, love it or not, the boy is here
  The boy don't fear, shit, I been bad since birth, dog
  Taught to blast, mash, get the cash, and murk off
  Skkiirrt!!! fake niggaz catch down syndrax
  call 9-1-index, these niggaz is jive
  ya hoe, I'm all in that, she lovin' the guy
  fa' sho', look at her now, the stomach taped with pies
  Ya heard me!
  I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
  bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
  ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
  ya dog ass gone get done for it
  ya betta run for it
  I'm that nigga, I got clout, like Big Guy, and ??
  I'm that fly, with big guns, that splat guys
  I shit pies, van diesel, triple X, I
  And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye
  Ain't, no, half steppin' to test mines
  If ya, want it then come and get, I'll make a name for ya
  You gone get, what the fuck you came for, the chainsaw
  (chainsaw rumble)sawed off ya ankles
  play like it's slavery, and hang ya, daddy
  I catch ya playin' me, its danger
  Taught to rap, make it crack, snackle and pop
  all out of type, thats the way I act on the block
  Bout green, dope fiend supplier
  Keep a beam of iron
  In the jungle full of theives and lions
  I am, focused man, the bad boy soldier
  landed on the top, I thought I told ya man
  Listen!
  I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
  bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
  ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
  ya dog ass gone get done for it
  ya betta run for it
  Huh bruh?, ya heard me
  Bad Boy, ya heard me
  For life man
  This how I'm livin'
  right out chea' man
  New Orleans, to the day I die
  3rd Ward, Uptown man
  Ya dig, I'm a bad boy man
  they can't stop me
  Young City, ya heard me

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  Cheers To Me Mr. Bentleyshow lyrics

  Cheers To Me Mr. Bentley

  And good evening (Yeah, good evening!)
  It is I, Mr. Hospitality (yeah, we here baby!)
  Aka Mr. Hardwork (aka Mr. Hardwork)
  Aka Mr. Central Pay Icon (I don't know about all that)
  Aka America's Perfect Gentleman, the talented Mr. Bentley (Bentley!)
  Cheers to me, the honorary seventh member of the band (Alright, hey hey hey)
  And we're here to talk to you all about hard work (Hard Work!)
  A lot of people want to be a part of the music business, (yeah I know I need some cash!)
  But we're here to tell you it takes a lot of hard work (yeah yeah, you gotta work hard)
  The first thing you have to do is get yourself a mentor, (Uh-huh, uh-huh!)
  Hope he has more hustle than Russell and Lyor (Russell or Lyor, Hey!)
  Just so happens mine has four-hundred million more (More!)
  You've seen the boy dance, there's more in store (More in store!)
  Never seen a record label platinum plaques this consistent (Consistent!)
  You know the president, now meet his assistant (Now meet his assistant!)
  Switch titles, just as persistent
  You got a demo, but my number ain't listed (It ain't listed, you can't find me)
  You better catch me when you see me in the streets, folks (Streets, folks)
  You know me when you see me, see me with my Tie-Bow
  Bow-Tie, and don't touch it, I ain't lying folks
  Oh, there goes Bentley going to Maybach for a transport
  Oh, there goes Bentley, he ain't driving, he's in the back folks
  (Yo where my glasses nigga, I told you he bought thirty spokes!)
  We gonna show you how to do this son!
  Chopper City, and Freddy Pee
  You know I'm shouting out to VP HP,
  Dylan the Dillenger (Stevie J and Dot track!)
  E. Ness, Babs, and don't sample Dofat!
  Miss Stokes sing a line chairman Diddy co-signed!
  Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son!

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  Holla (Outro)show lyrics

  Holla (Outro)

  Big Shout out to little Fp
  Bently
  Mr. Becklty
  HP, Whole Bad boys Staff, Diddy himself
  Dophat
  Tracy
  don't even ask
  the namous
  phil, ally
  john press nigger
  we Da Band baby,
  Bad boy newest generoution baby.
  Don't get it twiste this is not a game.
  My boy freddie p, my gurl Sara Stokes,
  Elliot Ness, Babs bunny sara (heyya) choppa city,
  Dyan the jilinger, yall stay focus, this is not a game,
  Brooklyn stand the fuck up, MIA stand up, new orlens,
  long island, West indies, Michigan,

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  Whatchu Be Doin (Interlude)

  Yo..whatchu be....whatchu be doin....
  whatchu be doin in New Orleans

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  What We Gonna Doshow lyrics

  What We Gonna Do

  What we gonna do tonight,
  What we gettin into tonight
  What we gonna do tonight
  What we gettin into tonight
  uh, you know what happens when your girl go out, she pop up a month later up on Girls Gone Wild.
  Say cheese you on canded camera in your birthday suit like a go go dancer. Ain't nothin funny I ain't Jo Jo dancer E Ness
  puff L's like I promote cancer. And I ain't gotta keep a pick up line, Im a PIMP so you can kiss where the sun don't shine.
  I pull up in that platinum buggy, club hot actin lovely in the spot where it's packed and jumpin. You can catch me in the
  cut tryin to wrap the yucky-sticky-icky stuff holla at your youngin (whoop-whoop)
  Im back on hit the macks on it. Girls love to touch and put they back on me. I don't wanna be your man Im into one night
  stands,you know we doin it big and straight boning uh
  It's more room in the VIP you can come take a seat by me.
  What we gonna do tonight
  Get it poppin making a love scene, plenty room in the Limoscene
  What we gonna do tonight
  Babygirl leave it up to me I wanna bite threw your panie string
  What we gonna do tonight
  Cause I got sexy things I wanna do that'll get you in the mood indeed.
  Rode deep to the club my truck is packed. If there ain't enough room lap it up in the back. Circle the block, pull up in
  the parkin lock. We all smell like weed cause we spark alot. Table reserved, chicks stand up when they see me. Flag down the
  waitor get an applemartny. All night stuntin doin it up. A bunch of best style bitches with big ass butts.
  Could it be the snake skin gators or the throw back raiders. Every moment is a kodac for the world. But tonight Im no mack
  when I match your girl the human spatulor is attached to her. I snatched her up pulled her real close to the fur, gave her a
  bottle of crisp fuck a plastic cup. Let me know if we gonna bump with your sassy self cause the Don got ass to touch holla
  back

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  We Here (Intro)

  We love this Diddy, you know what I'm saying, you you worked the shit out of us dog, I
  ain't gon fuck', no I'm tried as hell
  C.h.o.p....p.e.rrrraa
  Shoutouts...Shoutouts to MTV baby, shoutouts to MTV
  MTV top of respect
  Yo, we stood on long ass lines, ya'll
  And big up the otha forty thousand that didn't make it, ya'll
  Long ass lines
  We meant to be here
  Big up Mysterious baby
  Holla at cha' boy
  Big up Walter, big up Jonessa
  Alright, ya'll are in this motherfucker, wit Da Band, tryin' to keep this thing right
  here gutter, we trying not to curse at you motherfuckers, but cha'll don't been living in our

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  Tonightshow lyrics

  Tonight

  Somethin happens when you touch me
  I get open, and my legs starts quivering
  This sensation, emotions take control of me
  Its a temptation, i dont knows whats come over me
  Yeah baby, tonights the night
  Ima ride that thing like a motor bike
  Grab my waist and hold it tight, im not frontin
  You think i bought a box of Lifestyle for nothin
  Please i got blunts you supply the weed
  Im the best so baby keep yo eyes on me
  Its about time i get mine nigga im ready
  And sex aint the bomb if the girl is sweaty
  Listen ma, we been chillin out for a minute
  And right now im in the mood to straight hit it
  We know enough about each other, i been patient
  Look, but every nigga got his limits
  Im tired of waitin, i feel like tonight is the night
  To get Bucky Ball naked and make love all night
  You aint gotta worry bout me bustin in quick seconds
  I can handle mine plus im young and energetic, you ready
  Toniiight
  Yeah daddy i know you want it cuz its extra tight
  Yeah mommy im gon make sure its extra right
  Ill Be your Mary Jane, it aint a game, ill get ya high, toniiight
  Im a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
  And im a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing
  Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
  So where were you at ma show me a sign
  I been peepin ya all night
  And your alright
  The reason im starin im comparin
  Some things we may have in common
  And tell ya comin on our plane to Bahamas
  I love how you abuse the charm
  You got a Bad Boys tellin leave them fools alone
  Any place that you stay i can move your home
  Im talkin shoppin sprees for weeks in Rome
  We would import 4 in the mornin we gone
  Off to Paris to meet Sean
  I cant dissapoint Mr.Combs
  But first i need the number to your phone
  Somethin happens when you touch me
  I get open and my legs starts quivering
  This sensation, emotions take control of me
  Its a temptation, i dont know whats come over me
  You aint gotta act boogie or be all uptight
  Tonights the night E.Ness will put up a fight
  Best sex you ever had in your life
  If it turn out right fuck around gettin married tonight
  Rock that hand off a one night stand
  Hop in the van goin honeymoon in Anfadan
  Tomorrow mornin we gon drive back home
  And smoke a lot so we can be in the twilight zone
  I wanna ovule in the kitchen, put up on the dresser
  Show you in the closet then undress ya
  Treat ya like a one night stand give ya the pressure
  Make you hit high notes like R&B; singers will ya

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  Stick Upshow lyrics

  Stick Up

  Ya'll motha fuckas freeze!
  Take a seat on tha flo
  I'm approachin the bank teller the bitch locked up the drawer
  Gimme the code to the savings put ya hands in the sky
  Ya keep shakin cause you know somebody bout to die!
  (Now keep ya god damn hands off that panic button
  Put tha cash in the bad before i damn do somethin
  If tha bitch try to act confused get slapped matter fact
  Play it back on the evening news)
  Ooo ima act a fool act irrasional
  the guard reach for the gun i had to blast the dude *gunshots*
  (Fuck it if you i blast him i'll blast him too
  Blow his ass to smithereens)
  The Glock will tear his ass in two
  (Real niggaz gon do what they have to do)
  We got it all mapped out we jus passin through
  (Huh..he comes the boys in blue we came to wipe the bank out not enjoy the view)
  Nobody move nobody get hurt
  One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
  Dont make me act a fool
  Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do
  Nobody move nobody get hurt
  One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
  Dont make me act a fool
  Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do
  Dont make us act a fool real niggaz gon do what they have to do
  You in there, this is the police.
  Please come out with your hands up and your weapons down. The building is surrounded there is
  no way out
  shit
  ...the fuck?)
  Please make this easy on yourself and let the people go
  (DAMN!
  Gather all the workers put em in a circle
  (woman:not me i got kids)
  Shut up before i murder you
  (Dont make me hurt you, ya motherfuckers jus form a line be patient in time ima search you)
  Damn..we got a whole block flooded wit pigs ya dig..reload the clips you know what it is
  (I only..shot 4 out the clip theres 12 more in this bitch and stay low if im shootin cause im
  aimin to hit!)
  Go out in broad daylight fuck police
  Make that scene from Heat look like Sesame Street. Listen to me
  (No dawg listen to me if bad gets worse im goin on a killin spree)
  Man you wild dawg listen to me
  I got a trick up my sleeve make my mission complete
  Check it, take the steps to the top of the ceiling
  Got a chopper waitin for us at the top of the building
  (My man thats a plan lemme grab a million)

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  Go Steady

  When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
  Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
  (I'm so ready) On a steady pace for love
  Ready'and I'm ready'for love
  So do you boy'do you want a taste'
  What I see when I look at you
  A rugged dude, but a gentleman too
  With your hat tilted to the side
  I get a chill from those pretty brown eyes
  Rippled chest and how you dress
  I'm so impressed, can't get you off my mind
  I'm so excited, can't wait to be with you tonight
  So can we hook up around 8 so
  Try not to be late boy (It's on)
  I got so much in store for you
  Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
  Gonna make it hotter than July
  And make it worth your wait and I
  I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'
  When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
  Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
  (Ready for love) On a steady pace for love
  Dim the lights, I turn my two-way off and close the door
  I'm in the mood for more
  Bring it here, I wanna take you there
  Ooh boy I swear no one compares
  (To this love) Love makin', breath takin', body shakin, no fakin'
  You're really somethin', can't wait to be with you again
  So can we hook up around 8 so
  Try not to be late boy (It's on)
  I got so much in store for you
  Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
  Gonna make it hotter than July
  And make it worth your wait and I
  I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'
  When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
  Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
  (For love) On a steady pace for love
  No more waiting, contemplating
  'Cuz I know it's love
  I'm so anxious to start makin'
  Goin' steady now
  Go 'head boy, tear it up
  Look playa'I admit it was a game I played
  But now I see things different, girl you changed my ways
  You never know you got good fate''till it's gone
  Now you feel you bein' hoodwinked'now it's on
  Listen'you never told me you ain't want me to grissle 'cuz I
  Kept you hot and now it's somethin' official
  You kept a pistol in ya pocket but the government issue
  Look I'seen too much to tell you I miss you
  Or tell you I love you, all day kissin' and huggin'
  Listen'bottom line if I ain't wit you I'm fuckin' I never
  Fucked wit ya sister, never fucked wit ya cousin, no fussin' and fightin'
  Tonight, we under the covers tusslin'
  Paradise where the water is blue and grab a snack 'round a quarter to 2
  Me and boo hoo'and I ain't gotta give you Extacy
  For you to wanna have sex wit me, that's my specialty
  When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
  Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready